The people in the dining room followed Jiang Xia's gaze and looked at Hashimoto Maya.
Hashimoto Maya: "..."
He knew Jiang Xia meant well and did not want to take credit. But forced to stand beneath everyone's gaze, the iced black tea scent around this organization member, who was supposed to uphold the principle of "concealment," could not help growing a little stronger.
Fortunately, in the eyes of a proper detective, solving the case really did come first.
After a while, Jiang Xia finally remembered the important matter and turned back to Fuwa Narumi. "You knew he was a drug dealer, but you didn't arrest him?"
"There was no evidence." Fuwa Narumi sighed and casually stubbed out her cigarette. "That guy was too cunning. No matter how we staked him out, we could never catch him at the scene of a deal. We only found some of his suspected clients—the deceased troupe leader and scriptwriter. Not long after we obtained that lead, 'Red-Bearded Santa Claus' died in his own room."
"I see." Jiang Xia said, "In other words, the drug dealer was most likely silenced by those two, and now those two have been retaliated against by the dead drug dealer—though of course, the dead can't avenge themselves. So the murderer who signed those bloody words as 'Red-Bearded Santa Claus' should be someone connected to the real Red-Bearded Santa Claus."
Superintendent Fuwa shrugged. "Maybe. Too bad we don't know who that person is yet. Hmph, I'll definitely drag him out."
After she left, Suzuki Sonoko could not help whispering to Jiang Xia, "Wasn't that her roundabout way of asking you for help? When we first got here, she really tore into us. Wouldn't it have been better if she'd realized how capable detectives were sooner?"
Jiang Xia nodded. "It's not