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Okiya Subaru: "..." What if Uzo had set him up as the "culprit" in this case? That would be terrifying.
He believed Jiang Xia was a good detective and would surely clear his name. But Uzo was plotting while he was unaware, and when using this method to kill someone, Uzo did not even need to frame the assassination target for a crime—he only had to maintain the target's level of suspicion for a certain period and have the police briefly take the "suspect" away for custody.
—In the eyes of a high school student like Jiang Xia, who treated going to the Police Station like going home, "entering a police station" was merely an ordinary part of daily life. He would not think there was anything wrong with it. But to Peripheral Members, or even some higher-ups, it was practically a death warrant!
Okiya Subaru: "..." He only had one life. He could not gamble with it.
So, no matter how much he had wanted to pretend he was not home, he had still resolutely stepped outside just now, trying to blend into Jiang Xia's detective group.
Of course, before leaving his apartment, Okiya Subaru had not forgotten to take out his phone, open his mailbox, and send one of the life-saving drafts he had saved long ago:
[Mr. Akai, I've encountered a Murder Case.
My neighbor is dead.]
Jiang Xia and Mouri Ran ran into the living room one after the other.
Inside, three women who had just arrived were pressed tightly against the wall, staring fearfully at the center of the room.
Jiang Xia's gaze quickly fell on the focus of their attention.
—Beside the coffee table lay a carefully dressed woman with a Knife plunged into her chest. She lay on her side on