The visitor was tall, with blond hair, and looked like a foreigner.
After a brief moment of eye contact, Himuro Reiji smiled naturally and asked, "What do you want?"
As he politely questioned him, he suddenly tried to slam the door shut and lock the visitor outside—his instincts told him that would be safer. Besides, the blonde man outside had a face full of flesh and a vicious look that made people instinctively unwilling to face him.
In short, Himuro Reiji felt that talking to him through the door was clearly the wisest choice.
However, even when he shoved with all his strength, the door did not move an inch.
—At some point, the blonde man had raised a hand and gripped the edge of the door. It was as though he had anticipated Himuro Reiji's reaction, or as though he had forced his way through countless doors before and gained abundant experience.
The next moment, Irish exerted a little force. Himuro Reiji, who was fairly solidly built, was pushed aside together with the door like a weightless doorstop.
Irish entered the apartment, shut the door behind him, and clicked the lock.
Himuro Reiji's expression darkened. He suddenly noticed the gloves on Irish's hands, and his face grew even uglier—being a criminal himself, he immediately recalled how he always wore gloves when committing crimes in order to hide his fingerprints.
This guy who had barged in...
"What are you trying to do?" Himuro Reiji forced himself to remain calm. A moment later, a certain thought occurred to him. "Right, are you Numao's current accomplice?... Hahaha, believe it or not, his death had absolutely nothing to do with me."
People's joys and sorrows did not connect.
While Himuro Reiji was feeling that something was terribly wrong,
the police officers he