Inspector Yassa stared at the man for a while, then suddenly remembered something. He grabbed the file from the young officer beside him and studied the photo on it closely.
"Honda Ryohei, Honda Ryohei... No wonder the name sounded familiar. I've seen this man before!"
Mouri Ran froze. "You've seen him? So the person I hit was actually someone the police knew... Does that mean he might not have been trying to attack me just now, but was only trying to pull me out of the crime scene?"
She clutched her chest, her conscience aching sharply.
Fortunately, Jiang Xia soon shook his head. "Whether he knows the police or not, he should be the man you saw from afar earlier, struggling with the person who fell from the Rooftop Terrace—we found his ID Photo and the glasses he dropped at another crime scene on the third floor. So he probably really was trying to attack you just now; he just failed. What you did was indeed self-defense."
Mouri Ran let out a breath and lowered the hand covering her conscience.
Perhaps because the group standing in the corridor was all muttering among themselves and making far too much noise, the burly man on the floor finally woke up, his brow tightly furrowed.
He sat up and looked dazed for a while. Only when his gaze sweeping over the crowd accidentally landed on Mouri Ran did he fully come to his senses, shrinking back in alarm.
At the same time, Inspector Yassa was startled by him as well. "..." This man was absurdly tough. He had cracked the wall when he hit it, yet he had woken up so quickly... If Honda Ryohei hadn't been knocked out by Jiang Xia's female classmate earlier, the police might have lost a few more