Jiang Xia looked at Honda Ryohei and said gently, "Don't rush. Even if you lost your memory, you should at least remember what happened after you woke up. Start by telling us what happened during that time."
Reminded by him, Honda Ryohei recalled what had happened then, and his headache immediately grew much worse.
But he clearly sensed that this was important, so he could only force himself to remember. "I woke up in that room."
He raised a hand and pointed at the fallen man's office—the room Jiang Xia and the others had just entered to investigate. "When I woke up, I found myself lying on the floor. I struggled to sit up and saw that the room was a complete mess. The coffee table and sofa were toppled over, and all the decorations had fallen onto the floor.
"And when I moved even a little, my whole body hurt. My clothes were filthy too. Although I couldn't remember exactly what had happened before that, judging from the scene, I figured I must have gotten into a conflict with someone.
"I looked around the room but couldn't find that person. Then I heard a commotion out on the street. I immediately felt that something had happened, so I struggled to get up and ran to the balcony. Sure enough—directly beneath my room, there was a man lying on the ground, completely motionless. He looked like he'd fallen to his death.
"The spot where he was lying was directly opposite that room's balcony. It was obvious I'd pushed him down.
"I was afraid of being arrested, and I was afraid of the police. When I heard police cars approaching, I wanted to run away immediately. But once I left the room, I realized this building was unfamiliar to me. And