"?!" Amuro Tooru abruptly looked up at him. "What did you find?"
Jiang Xia pointed at the hem of the corpse's skirt. From his angle, he could vaguely make out a small overturned sake cup beneath it.
"This isn't an ordinary Murder Case," Jiang Xia said quietly. "It's a Serial Murder Case. This sake cup is the token the killer left behind—two similar cases have already occurred. Before I came upstairs, I saw the case files with Inspector Megure."
Amuro Tooru: "..."
...A Serial Murder Case was just a Serial Murder Case. Why make it sound so grave? He had almost thought Jiang Xia had discovered some crucial clue, caught the tail of some cunning executive.
But of course, he couldn't say that out loud.
Amuro Tooru could only nod like a detective. "...I see."
Before they could talk any further, the elevator rang once.
The police officers who had been waiting downstairs arrived on the upper floor and rushed over.
"So someone fastened Steel Wire to the victim's Necklace, then used the force of the falling painting to pull her up?" Inspector Megure stroked his chin thoughtfully after hearing Jiang Xia's explanation. "Since someone was able to tamper with the Necklace she was wearing, the most suspicious people should be the staff who remained on the stage at the time—who was up there?"
"Only Kisaragi-sensei and I." Kazama Hidehiko sighed. "Oh, right, the secretary was there too. But she stood at the edge of the stage, operating the Elevator Platform, some distance away from us."
Amuro Tooru instinctively glanced at the designer. Remembering his master—the one with a criminal record who had intended to blow up every asymmetrical building—he couldn't help secretly assessing Tokiwa Mio.
—The Chairman's clothing pattern was symmetrical, but her hairstyle wasn't. The point of