After Morozumi Akira finished doing all that, he let out a breath and straightened up with relief.
He was about to turn on the Incandescent Light, then release a little Hypnotic Gas into the corridor.
But before he could reach the switch, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks for demonstrating it for us. Any last words before you go to prison?"
"?!"
Downstairs.
Inspector Yuminaga and the other Detectives had just seen off the first two little black figures and returned to Genda Takanori's home when they suddenly heard an extremely heavy, muffled duang— from overhead. The entire building seemed to tremble.
Startled, they abruptly looked up. Remembering who was upstairs, their expressions shifted slightly as they rushed up with different worries in mind.
Inspector Yuminaga was the closest and the most familiar with Genda Takanori's home, so he was the first to charge upstairs.
He yanked open the door to the room, about to shout at the criminal to stop resisting. But when his flashlight shone inside, he froze.
The situation in the room was...
A little different from what he had imagined.
—The vicious arsonist was sprawled flat on the floor like a pancake, half-dead and barely moving.
Meanwhile, the young Detective who looked like such a model student had one foot planted on that "pancake" in a pose that did not quite match his appearance, while reaching toward his waist as though to take something off.
When Jiang Xia noticed the door opening, he paused. Seeing who it was, he silently took a step back, and his hand at his waist ultimately took out nothing. In the blink of an eye, he had returned to being the police's perfect savior.
Inspector Yuminaga: "..." Was that... an illusion?
...But forget it. At least nobody was