Takamori Masumi suddenly looked up at the Landline Phone, her heart pounding as fiercely as it had when she saw Jiang Xia—anyone else who wanted to contact her would use her mobile phone. The only person who would call this number was that terrifying and hateful "Funeral Silver Coin."
The ring tone instinctively filled Takamori Masumi with disgust. She practically wanted to smash the Landline Phone with a Vase.
But reason forced her to stand up and walk to the phone step by step—ever since the other party had photographed her ex-boyfriend's corpse, she had been unable to refuse Funeral Silver Coin's demands.
She carefully picked up the receiver. As expected, the Voice Changer-distorted voice came through: "I thought Torimaru Naoko would die tonight. I didn't expect it to be nothing but an unlucky scapegoat."
Takamori Masumi flared up when she heard that he actually dared blame her. "What does that have to do with me?! You dared poison someone without even knowing what the target was allergic to." He was utterly unprofessional, and he had even gotten her scared by Jiang Xia!
"Ha ha, why so fierce?" Funeral Silver Coin sounded remarkably upbeat. Rather than dwelling on that mistake, he chose to look ahead. "Now Naoko is under the police's key protection. Regrettably, we can only skip her and kill the next person first."
"The next person?!" Takamori Masumi's voice rose sharply. "You murderer, just how many people are you planning to kill?!"
Funeral Silver Coin gave a sinister laugh. "I don't know how many people I've killed, but you've already killed two. Wouldn't it be nice to add one more and make it three?"
Takamori Masumi was on the verge of collapse. "Of course not! Make it three? What do you think this is, a card game? After