Before Takamori Masumi could recover from that ridiculous twin proposal, her ears twitched as she caught a troubling detail. "Wait, what do you mean, 'after the plastic surgery, we'll still be alive'? Is the mortality rate for surgery here that high?!"
The doctor waved a hand dismissively. "All surgeries have a mortality rate, especially when you're getting major work done—oh, come on, you're wanted criminals. Why worry about a mortality rate? Come on, come on. I'll give you a physical examination first."
Torimaru Naoko stared silently at the equipment in the room and the excited Doctor. Was this why she and Takamori Masumi had been given the green channel? Was their superior some pervert obsessed with twins?
Torimaru Naoko: "..." No, something about this still felt too simple.
And setting aside her own thoughts, Takamori Masumi escaping with her should have been entirely a spur-of-the-moment decision. Even Torimaru Naoko had not expected this young woman, with so little social experience, to successfully slip away from the police.
But if the person who had opened this channel for them had truly foreseen all this in advance... then perhaps there was a mole for them within the police?
As she thought about it, a layer of goosebumps silently rose on Torimaru Naoko's fair arm.
She herself was someone who liked to deliberately or unconsciously manipulate others, using little tricks to guide their actions. Because of that, she was especially alert to all kinds of anomalies in daily life.
And now, perhaps it was merely an illusion, but this series of subtle irregularities around her gave her a vague sense of danger, as though she had been incorporated into someone's plan.
Torimaru Naoko: "..." But no matter what, they were already here. Even if a dragon's pool and tiger's den lay ahead, she