"'Funeral Silver Coin'?" Takamori Masumi snatched up the receiver, her tone vicious. "You were there when Jiang Xia deduced the case, right? Why didn't you dare make a sound then?! You went on about some 'brilliant remote murder technique' and how 'that Detective would never see through it,' yet it didn't even last two minutes in front of Jiang Xia!"
Funeral Silver Coin fell silent briefly. When he spoke again, his voice was still mysterious and calm, but subtly less arrogant. "What's there to fear? So what if he saw through the method? They don't have any evidence. Otherwise, would you still be standing there talking to me?"
Takamori Masumi: "..." That actually made a lot of sense...
Perhaps sensing her softened attitude, Funeral Silver Coin continued, "Besides, I won't make you kill anyone again. No matter how much Jiang Xia suspects you, as long as he has no evidence, there's nothing he can do."
"...You won't make me kill again?" Takamori Masumi froze, unable to believe that this seemingly endless threat was about to end just like that.
Funeral Silver Coin said, "That's right. But I need you to do me one small favor—once it's done, we'll go our separate ways and continue living our own lives."
Takamori Masumi fell silent. Though she was burning with rage, the thought that she could finally see a glimmer of hope made her compromise. "Fine. What is it?"
Late at night.
Takamori Masumi quietly slipped out of her room. Following Funeral Silver Coin's instructions, she crossed the corridor and arrived at a room with its room door slightly ajar, where she was to meet him.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The room was unlit. Takamori Masumi carefully walked inside, speaking to the person somewhere in the