On this ordinary night, it was not only the high school students and the organization's Peripheral Members who were busy.
Takamori Masumi knew nothing of how things were progressing on either side.
After finally shaking off those enthusiastic elementary school classmates, she dragged her enormous Suitcase through the quiet night and hurried home, her mind full of her own troubles.
Before long, Takamori Masumi returned to the Apartment she rented.
She took the elevator upstairs. Once she reached her door, she furtively looked left and right before unlocking it and slipping inside at top speed.
The room was small enough that the living room could be seen directly from the entryway.
The living room was rather messy. Vase fragments and flowers were scattered across the floor. In the area where the shards were densest lay a shabbily dressed young man, face down. The back of his head was covered in fresh blood, and he looked long dead.
Takamori Masumi dragged the empty Suitcase inside but did not begin packing it immediately. She collapsed onto the floor, lit a slender ladies' cigarette between her lips, and took a deep drag.
Amid the spreading Smoke, Takamori Masumi leaned against the wall and muttered tiredly to comfort herself. "I had to run into my elementary school classmates at a time like this, and they're even friends with that famous Great Detective... I heard that Detective can find the murderer with just one look, but my home is the crime scene, and the mall is so far away. Even Jiang Xia definitely won't be able to tell anything."
Takamori Masumi had never imagined that she would end up on the path of murder.
Her career was flourishing, and she had originally planned to move to a better, safer home in a few days. But