Sato Miwako said, "And Hokkaido Police actually sent a Superintendent to take over this threatening letter case. I heard it's because the signature on the letter is rather unusual."
A Superintendent, and a special signature serious enough to bring one out?
Jiang Xia looked forward to it. "Drive faster."
Sato Miwako's hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. "..." He actually thought she was driving slowly? Jiang Xia clearly did plenty of street racing late at night... It was time for those colleagues in the traffic division to step up their nighttime patrols.
"Is that the hotel?"
Suzuki Sonoko leaned between the front seats, spotting the distant view with sharp eyes. "The walls are actually green. The owner of this hotel certainly has unusual taste."
Jiang Xia looked where she was pointing. Along the broad, snow-covered street and up the gentle slope ahead stood a three-story Western-style building at the top.
Sato Miwako had never been one to drive slowly. Before long, she led them into the hotel courtyard and parked the car.
Even before opening the door, Jiang Xia sensed that the Ghosts were in high spirits. After getting out, he glanced upstairs and froze slightly. Why was there iced black tea again?
...Wherever he went, the new underling followed. Was he really that eager to join up?
The Spirit Medium was very pleased with such an enthusiastic work attitude.
He turned toward the source of the iced black tea scent, intending to raise a hand and greet his new underling. However, Hashimoto Maya coughed violently as he slammed the window shut with a duang, then drew the curtains, looking completely unwilling to communicate. More importantly, that trace of iced black tea-scented Killing Intent seemed to have hit a stop button, vanishing with a whoosh.
Jiang Xia: "...?"