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Hashimoto Maya and the others also went downstairs. Copying Jiang Xia's earlier example, they poked their heads in through the door, hoping to blend into the troupe.
But just as they had stuck their heads halfway in, the Theater Troupe Leader's gaze fell on their faces, instantly turning sharp.
"Was it you?!" The furious Bandai Suzue rolled up her sleeves and strode over. "I know every member of the troupe inside out. Even if they have a problem with me, they wouldn't dare do something like this. But you three temporary workers are different... Hmph. Come to think of it, our troupe has enough people already—we had no need to hire temporary workers at all. What exactly are you three trying to accomplish by sneaking into the troupe?!"
Bandai Suzue grabbed Hashimoto Maya by the collar and shook him violently, shaking several wisps of iced black tea-scented Killing Intent out of him.
Hashimoto Maya had always been exceptionally good at managing himself in that regard. Before the Ghosts could grab those wisps of Killing Intent and tear them apart, he immediately reined in his Killing Intent. The intact strands gradually fell away, each Ghost grabbing a clump. Every Ghost got a share, leaving them thoroughly satisfied.
Jiang Xia could not help looking over. He wanted to reach out and pluck some too.
Hashimoto Maya noticed the detective's focused gaze from the corner of his eye, and his Killing Intent fell even faster.
At the same time, he pretended not to notice Jiang Xia's movements. He merely stared straight at the Troupe Leader, trying his best to project a nonexistent aura of righteousness as he defended himself like an innocent civilian.
"Don't slander us. We are temporary workers, yes, but plenty of people can testify that we arrived less than