The thought of those cunning criminals inviting Jiang Xia over as a guest, then staging a thunderous car crash nearby to stop him from deducing anything and turn him into a tool for establishing an alibi made Amuro Tooru seethe.
"..." If it had been an ordinary report, he could have found a way to suppress it. But this was a live broadcast...
There was no use dwelling on it.
Amuro Tooru cleared his throat and found that Jiang Xia was still ignoring him. He had no choice but to speed up the investigation himself, intending to wrap this up quickly and send the reporters away.
"As for evidence, there are trampled marks on the windowsill in the café restroom. There's also fresh blood on the window frame." Amuro Tooru looked at President Oohara. "During the time you claimed to have 'gone to the restroom,' you injured your hand. You must have accidentally cut yourself while handling the steel wire. That means your bloodstains should be on the wire, in my car, on the restroom windowsill... and perhaps in your own car as well."
"..."
Thud—
The evidence was irrefutable.
Back when Jiang Xia had introduced him to the others, President Oohara had already felt that the young detective's tone was strangely pointed, and that things were going badly.
He had not expected that ominous feeling to come true.
"...Yes, I killed him, but he brought it on himself!"
The grief finally vanished from President Oohara's face, replaced by towering rage. "That bastard had no gratitude for all the support I gave him. He said he was leaving for another company, and he was gone! Hah, since he wanted to leave so badly, I sent him on his way! Besides, once he was dead, our company could collect insurance money