Hashimoto Maya: "..." And using a chandelier to crush someone, of all methods... If Mr. Irish saw a report like that, he would definitely think of the late Mr. Pisco, and then struggle to contain his hatred for Uzo.
Could it be that Mr. Irish had been holding himself back lately, and Uzo had gotten bored, so he wanted to provoke him from afar and spur him on to work harder?
Hashimoto Maya silently clutched his head. "..." This was when he really missed his superior. If he and Mr. Irish had been standing together, Uzo would definitely have tormented Irish first... But it was too late to think about that now.
Hashimoto Maya raised a hand to wipe his face and sighed gloomily, forcing himself to focus on the present. "So how did you fool them? That Detective won't be easy to deceive."
Kurosawa Kazuma said, "We said someone snuck onto the island while we weren't paying attention and committed the crime in secret... It really wasn't you?" He was still somewhat suspicious.
"Of course it wasn't me." Halfway through his reply, Hashimoto Maya suddenly froze, staring out the window.
He noticed something, and cold sweat slowly ran down his face. "Why is there a room with its lights on on the fourth floor of the Old Hotel? I remember only the second and third floor had lights on last night. Nobody should be staying on the fourth floor."
Kurosawa Kazuma and Inozuka Taro walked to the window and looked outside in confusion. Then they laughed. "There really is. Haha, could we have been right? Did someone else really sneak onto the island?"
Living people were much easier to deal with than things they could not see, because they were best at turning living people into dead ones.
Kurosawa