While the police were busy rescuing their comrades.
Takamori Masumi hurriedly climbed out of the car as well.
She looked left and right, saw that none of the officers were paying attention to her, and realized that Torimaru Naoko had already vanished.
Takamori Masumi: "..." That woman... ran away?
Then maybe I should too...
The thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
Then it became increasingly tangible, increasingly clear—rather than wasting the rest of her youth in prison, even if she were caught again immediately afterward, she wanted to take one last free look at the world outside.
Takamori Masumi cautiously watched the officers, took one step back, then another.
Then, gripping the handcuffs to keep them from making noise, she hunched over, quietly turned, and ran. Before long, she disappeared into the depths of the night.
The police finally carried their unfortunate unconscious, broken-legged colleague out of the vehicle.
They hurried to a spot beyond the bomb's blast range while contacting the Police Station to send someone to deal with it.
After finishing the call, a young officer scratched his head in distress. "What is going on with this case? Did we stumble into a den of criminals? The two murder-and-body-dumping cases before this were bad enough—what's with this bomber tonight?!"
Another, slightly older officer sighed. "It sounds absurd, but it also makes a strange kind of sense—you forgot? The real 'Funeral Silver Coin,' that woman who looked so refined and quiet, managed to get herself a gun. Sure, someone who can get a gun might just be an ordinary criminal, but..."
Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something important.
"Where's that 'Funeral Silver Coin'?!" The officer sprang to his feet. "The other one—the other one is gone too!"
The other police officers: "!!"
They peered into the police car from