At this thought, Vermouth could not help becoming wary. ...It seemed she could not focus only on murder cases in the future; she also had to keep an eye out for any abnormalities around her. Perhaps one day, those "abnormalities" would become the trigger for a bloody case... Thinking about it, Uzo really did know how to increase other people's workload.
Elsewhere.
Matsuzaki Haru still had no idea that she had become a case study in someone else's eyes.
Amid flashes of lightning and claps of thunder, she crossed the corridor and arrived at the theater where everyone had rehearsed during the day.
The theater doors stood wide open. Matsuzaki Haru paused at the entrance for a moment, clenched her fists, then strode inside and stopped on the stage.
"I came as agreed." Remembering the leverage someone held over her, Matsuzaki Haru raised her voice toward the pitch-black theater. "Who are you? Come out and face me!"
Lightning struck nearby, its dazzling light piercing through the windows and illuminating the entire theater in an instant. Matsuzaki Haru narrowed her eyes reflexively, then suddenly noticed a shadow cast upon the wall.
Her heart skipped a beat. She abruptly looked up and saw that someone was standing beside the enormous, beautiful chandelier overhead.
The figure stood in an eerie posture on the roof beam, his taut back bent like a bow. He gripped a rope tightly in one hand, his expression cold—as though the bloodstained Opera Phantom from the story had crossed a hundred years and come back to life.
"Dinner's ready!"
At the Old Hotel, Inozuka Taro reluctantly prepared a lavish meal and shouted for the students upstairs to come down.
Jiang Xia came downstairs with a yawn. Beside him, Suzuki Sonoko rubbed her stomach and complained, "Dinner's so