Gin listened to Nonaka Tomomi's excuse and let out a cold laugh, temporarily suppressing the urge to put a bullet in both her and the Tape Recorder.
He weighed the Tape Recorder in his hand, tossed it into the woman's arms, and reluctantly summoned a bit of the patience he usually used when dealing with Uzo's antics. "Don't let there be a next time."
Nonaka Tomomi nodded awkwardly, hugged the Tape Recorder, and hurried away.
At the door, she could not help glancing back at Gin, unable to understand how he had noticed.
Gin sensed her furtive look, and his hand instinctively moved toward his gun again. But after repeating to himself several times, I have to endure the humiliation, clear the game, break free of Anonymous's control, and report the situation to the higher-ups, he finally calmed down.
At the same time, he saw Nonaka Tomomi's confusion and gave a disdainful snort inwardly. When someone carrying recording equipment heard an important conversation, the way they focused was often different from that of ordinary people. Unless they clearly realized this and deliberately controlled themselves, whatever they were carrying would be extremely obvious.
But there was no point explaining anything to a bunch of idiots. Gin impatiently saw her out.
After the others had left, he took out the Cassette Tape he had casually thrown into the trash can earlier, rummaged through the house for a Tape Recorder, and played it once. Finding that it contained only today's conversation and nothing else of use, he lit the fireplace and casually tossed the Cassette Tape into it.
Then Gin found a Computer and began searching related entries. He also planned to make time to visit the crime scene—when it came to clues, he naturally could not rely entirely on that bunch of