President Ishimoto glanced down and couldn't help looking at him as though he were an idiot. "How could I not know? Do you think my memory is that bad?"
Inspector Megure froze, then immediately brightened. "You really know him?!"
President Ishimoto found his reaction strange. "Isn't that the brat who always follows Jiang Xia around? Yesterday, that kid was wandering all over the banquet hall. If not for Jiang Xia's sake, I would've wanted to have a good talk with his parents."
"No, no." Inspector Megure paused, realizing he had misunderstood, and hurriedly corrected himself. "I mean the tall, thin man in the purple shirt and suit in the background of the photo."
"Hm?" President Ishimoto leaned closer and looked again at the person in the background.
After a moment of silence, he shook his head. "I have no impression of him at all."
Seeming to recall that many of his clients and work matters were handled by his secretary, President Ishimoto looked toward the female secretary beside him. "Sachiko, come take a look."
Tanaka Sachiko leaned in and examined the photo for a few moments before shaking her head as well. "Sorry, I don't know him either."
"Ah." Inspector Megure sighed in disappointment, but he still refused to give up. Experience had taught him that even if a suspect was not the true culprit, there would usually be some sort of conflict between the deceased and the suspect. But President Ishimoto...
Inspector Megure decided to turn up the heat. He tried his best to project the authority of an inspector, his gaze grave. "The killer's bullet grazed your shoulder. If it had been just a little off, it could have taken your life. And there was that whole string of... that huge wave of people last night. Your life