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Hashimoto Maya was about to hurry back to his seat when he suddenly heard Maki Juri stir behind him. A terrible premonition struck him: ...Why did that sound so much like Cyanide Poisoning? No way. Wait, it couldn't be what I think it is, could it?!
He stiffened, desperately wanting to flee the scene at once. But Maki Juri was struggling to breathe and suddenly collapsed, landing right at his feet.
Hashimoto Maya's mind went blank. He nearly tripped over Maki Juri and failed to get away. Half-supported on the floor, he turned his head and saw Maki Juri lying beside him.
Looking at the actress, who was taking more breaths out than in and clearly on the verge of death, then thinking of how he had guarded against everything yet still gotten dragged into a case, Hashimoto Maya suddenly felt a kinship with the dead: "...Another one. Another pitiful victim toyed with by Uzo."
Maki Juri's mind was clouded. Her eyes stared like a dead fish's at the mixed-race man before her. She vaguely heard Hashimoto Maya muttering, and her already muddled thoughts grew even more confused: ...Uzo? Toyed with? ...Who thinks they can toy with me? Nobody can! What nonsense is this big idiot spouting?!
Anger surged in the proud actress's heart. But soon, that anger vanished into thin air along with her life.
With no more commotion from Maki Juri, the cabin fell deathly silent again. Two seconds later, screams began to ring out one after another.
Under Hashimoto Maya's dead-eyed gaze, a little boy with glasses crawled out from somewhere, rushed over to check Maki Juri's pulse, then regretfully shook his head.
Then the helpful little boy looked at Hashimoto Maya. "Are you okay?"
Hashimoto Maya had already recovered his wits, but his extensive intelligence