Hashimoto Maya: "..." But on second thought, even Jiang Xia had not suspected him. Clearly, this was not his fault—it was the faulty thought process of the Organization colleague beside him.
Hashimoto Maya silently straightened his back. "How many times do I have to say it? I stayed in my room the entire time. I never went out."
Kurosawa Kazuma snorted. "When the first victim was crushed to death by the chandelier, all of us were in the dining room. You were the only one on the island who could move around freely."
Hashimoto Maya muttered, "Maybe there was someone else hiding on the island."
But as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized something was wrong—having a murderer who had never interacted with any of them commit the killings would turn this into a street robbery scenario. That completely clashed with meticulous deduction. It was not something Uzo would do.
In other words, the murderer had to be among those students.
Hashimoto Maya scratched his head and changed his story. "The murderer must have found a way to blur the time of death. Tell me, you did not actually see that girl get crushed to death by the chandelier, did you?"
Kurosawa Kazuma said, "Obviously. Other than the murderer, who would have been there? I already told you, we were all in the dining room. We heard that woman scream just as we were about to eat."
"Exactly. As long as nobody saw it with their own eyes, there is room to fake it." Under normal circumstances, Hashimoto Maya would never have wanted to deal with Peripheral Members of the Organization who refused to think. He worried that when they were silenced, their blood would splash onto his newly bought shoes.
But now, looking at the already-dead