Inozuka Saburo looked closely and saw that the Anatomical Model's head was absurdly topped with a wig styled exactly like his second brother's hair.
Inozuka Saburo silently stepped aside to make way, watching the police carry the model away. "..." What was wrong with these cops? They had even brought a wig specifically for a CPR Dummy... Wait, cops?
Why were there police here? Shouldn't doctors be bustling around instead? Could it be that Jiro had exposed some secret too, and the police were watching him?
Inozuka Saburo immediately sensed trouble and eyed the passing officers warily.
But it was already too late for wariness. His late-night visit had clearly drawn the police's attention. One of them looked at him. "You are...?"
Inozuka Saburo's heart pounded, but he did his best to look like an ordinary civilian. "My name is Inozuka Saburo. I'm Inozuka Jiro's younger brother. I heard he was hospitalized, so I came to see him."
As he spoke, he was already preparing explanations for the police in his mind: that they had been separated since childhood and he was not close to Inozuka Jiro, that the brothers had conflicting ideals and had not been in contact for a long time...
Yet unlike what he had imagined, the police did not step forward to question him about Inozuka Jiro.
The two officers merely exchanged a glance, then gave him sympathetic looks. "Please accept our condolences."
After saying that, perhaps not wanting to invite trouble, they carried the Anatomical Model away at triple speed.
Inozuka Saburo, left standing there alone: "...?"
Condolences? Condolences for what? Wait... did that mean what he thought it meant?!!
He stood there in a daze for two seconds. Then, coming back to himself, he mourned his second brother in silence for a few seconds.