Nakamori Aoko asked innocently, "Why are you pulling open his collar?...!!!"
Before she could finish speaking, she saw the homeless man's neck.
A deep ring of strangulation marks circled it. Now that she was closer, his horribly twisted face was fully visible as well. Before her mind could process it, her instincts understood first—this man was dead?!
Nakamori Aoko's expression went blank for a moment. Then she shut her eyes and let out a shriek. "Aah—!!"
Jiang Xia: "..." A familiar scream.
What was unfamiliar, however, was that after waiting a moment, he realized no familiar call to the police followed.
"..." Jiang Xia turned to look at the girl who resembled Mouri Ran so much, though she was clearly not yet as proficient at this sort of thing. His gaze softened as he reminded her like a senior, "Someone's dead. Call the police."
"Oh, right, okay!" Nakamori Aoko finally snapped out of it at his shout and hurriedly reached for her phone.
The moment she raised her hand, she was pulled back—the handcuffs she had put on herself got in the way, and she was still linked to Jiang Xia.
Nakamori Aoko could only frantically search out the key first. Then, under Jiang Xia's tolerant gaze that seemed to say, You still have room to grow, she unlocked the handcuffs and hurriedly made the call.
Inspector Megure soon arrived with his subordinates.
When he saw Jiang Xia disguised as "Kaito Kuroba," he froze. "Kudo?"
A moment later, he took a closer look at his hair and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Oh, not him."
Jiang Xia: "..." How exactly did he tell? Was it really just the hairstyle?
Inspector Megure seemed to have spoken with Inspector Nakamori next door and knew that there were two promising