At those words, the Scriptwriter instead calmed down. He proudly raised his hands, signaling for them to search as they pleased.
The young officer searched him meticulously from top to bottom, not missing a single seam in his clothes. Yet the harder he searched, the more obvious the smile at the corner of the Scriptwriter's lips became. The "shaft" that could seal the Magician's fate was never found.
The Scriptwriter watched the police coldly, standing there at ease as he prepared to toss out a mocking remark.
But before he could speak, a voice suddenly drifted over from beside him.
Jiang Xia circled him twice, then turned to the police. "Look at the Ring on his hand. Isn't it just the right size to fit into that bolt?"
"?!"
The Scriptwriter's fingers trembled, and he abruptly tried to pull his hand back.
But Jiang Xia had already grabbed his wrist and held it out toward Inspector Yassa, pointing at it. "Look, this one."
"...Let go of me!!"
The Scriptwriter struggled desperately, but his captured hand would not retract at all. Seeing his movements grow increasingly violent, Mouri Ran worried that he might hit someone. She hurried over and helped Jiang Xia pin him down.
The Scriptwriter was completely unable to move. "...%#*@!!"
Inspector Yassa looked at the suspect, subdued in the blink of an eye, then at the two high school students working together in perfect coordination. "..." How were they more skilled than the police?
Still, this was fine. The evidence had not yet been confirmed, and if the police directly laid hands on a suspect, it could easily draw criticism. But it was different when passing, helpful high school students lent a hand.
At that thought, an idea suddenly popped into Inspector Yassa's mind: Detectives were pretty useful.