Amuro Tooru nodded, rather gratified that Jiang Xia had included "the police" in his words.
Unfortunately...
Amuro Tooru glanced toward the main hall: not a single police officer had come to inspect this restroom, which held so many clues. Instead, they were all gathered by the French window and the truck... Come to think of it, given the circumstances, unless there was another murdered body hidden in the shop, perhaps only traffic police and nearby beat cops would come to handle this. Investigation Division 1 might not even show up.
The more he thought about it, the more Amuro Tooru sighed. Only Jiang Xia and he had noticed the dusty prints on the restroom windowsill.
"..." Hm? Wait.
Could the "police officer" Jiang Xia had mentioned mean...
The thought suddenly flashed through Amuro Tooru's mind, and he could not help sharply turning to look at Jiang Xia.
But Jiang Xia was still studying the window frame intently. He did not turn around and give him a knowing smile, much less let out some gloomy sneer copied from Gin... It was as though he had merely said it casually, in the literal sense.
"..." Amuro Tooru fell silent for a moment. He was probably overthinking it. Jiang Xia seemed to get along well with the officers from Investigation Division 1, so perhaps he had merely been speaking up for them out of habit...
How could Jiang Xia possibly have discovered that he was a police officer? He had never interacted with his subordinates in front of Jiang Xia, nor did he have any similar behavioral habits—impossible. Absolutely impossible.
The two of them took another look around the café.
When they returned to Officer Sato, President Oohara was still arguing with the police.
The honest-looking middle-aged man wiped at his sweat