Before leaving, Irish remembered something and paused.
He took out the sketch of Uzo suspects he had drawn from his pocket.
—The very picture he had shown Himuro Reiji earlier.
For a moment, he wanted to toss the picture onto the table and leave it for the police, letting Uzo enter the police's sights just as he had.
But at the last moment before letting go, Irish could not help hesitating.
Irish: "..." Come to think of it, he could not actually guarantee that the two people in the picture were Uzo.
—Uzo had nearly plotted against him and gotten him struck by a corpse. That meant Uzo had known long ago that "Irish would be going to the base today." If that devil had wanted to, he could have avoided that encounter at the base entirely.
Yet Irish had seen the two strangers as he wished. Thinking back on it now, perhaps neither of those two had been Uzo at all.
Even if one of them had been, Uzo must have had a way to keep him from using that fact against him. Otherwise, Uzo would never have shown himself back then.
Irish: "..." No matter how he looked at it, he had indeed been outplayed this time.
And when he was at a disadvantage, acting without preparation or planning would only lead him step by step into the abyss.
...He absolutely could not let Uzo lead him around by the nose.
And according to the rumors about Uzo within the Organization, the way to avoid becoming a victim seemed to be not harboring active Killing Intent or malicious intent toward others.
At that thought, Irish suddenly fell silent, muttering to himself, *"That bastard Uzo acts so darkly, he's so treacherous, and he kills without blinking. But when I