Officer Shiratori and Officer Takagi's moods suddenly sank at those words.
"...No Detective talk on our day off!" The two of them unusually changed the subject in perfect sync. "Let's find a Pub and have a few drinks. It's a rare vacation—we should indulge ourselves properly."
The three haggard officers, who worked overtime year-round, swiftly reached an agreement. Forget the bridge—they practically didn't want to stay in Hokkaido another second.
Just as they were about to find somewhere to drink, a long string of Police Sirens suddenly rang out through the night. It was clearly not the sound of one or two police cars, but the continuous wail of countless police vehicles.
The three men froze mid-step and whirled around.
Sure enough, a long line of police cars was roaring in from the other side of the bridge. Their Police Lights flashed through the darkness like a red-and-blue dragon.
"Why have they dispatched so many police cars?" Inspector Megure stared at the vehicles in surprise. "Did some big shot get taken out, or was there a serial Murder Case somewhere with a huge number of victims?... With this many cars, at least three or four people must have died."
Officer Takagi suddenly remembered something. "Come to think of it, a plane is basically one huge locked room. And long-haul flights last a long time..."
Locked-room serial murders, a massacre on a plane, a plane in a storm... A string of phrases flashed through his mind.
At that moment, they clearly realized that their peaceful time might have just come to an end.
Inspector Megure regretted not going to the little Pub for a drink sooner.
But now that they had seen their colleagues chasing after criminals, they couldn't pretend they had seen nothing. A police officer's sense of duty made