Sato Miwako thought it over and over, and the more she did, the more she felt that Okiya Subaru should not be so easily eliminated from the list of "suspects."
"..."
Under the increasingly sharp gaze of Tokyo's Police Flower, cold sweat trickled down Okiya Subaru's back.
He had no idea whether Uzo had planted any "physical evidence pointing to Okiya Subaru." And if Uzo really wanted to frame him, there was no way he could argue his way out with words alone... So Okiya Subaru glanced toward the nearby window and quietly began considering the possibility of escaping through it.
First, argue as much as possible and stall for time. If I'm lucky, Mr. Akai might make it here in time.
Of course, he could not place all his hopes on the busy FBI. He needed his own Plan B as well—before the police took him away, he would make a break for it and hide somewhere they could not find him for the time being. Once Jiang Xia solved the case and cleared his suspicions, he could return.
There were risks to that too, but it was still better than being taken away in cuffs.
As Okiya Subaru considered what he could say to stall for time, he quietly recalled the surrounding terrain, ready to leave at any moment.
However, before things could reach that point.
Jiang Xia suddenly spoke from nearby.
The young Detective's voice was as calm and crisp as ever:
"Rather than questioning Mr. Okiya, perhaps we should ask Miss Yamamoto. She may be able to provide more information—after all, aside from the victim, the murderer is the one who knows the crime scene best."
"?!"
After knowing Jiang Xia for so long, Okiya Subaru was experiencing for the first time what heavenly music