Jiang Xia thought for a moment. "Just talking about it isn't very intuitive. Let's go explain it by the stage. The plan was to perform the solution segment of Murderer in the Mirror there tonight, but unfortunately, three actors have died, so that play can't go on. Since we have nothing better to do, we might as well use that stage to perform the solution segment of this offstage case."
"A serial murder case onstage and off?" The reporters thought it was brilliant. Wasn't that a ready-made headline? "Then let's hurry over!"
Fuwa Narumi's face turned livid. "Enough! This serial case has already been closed, with irrefutable evidence. If you try to disrupt the investigation with your childish detective games again, don't blame me for getting rough."
With that, she waved a hand, intending to have her subordinates clear these irrelevant people out of the inn.
Just then, with a screech, a car braked sharply in the courtyard.
A tall figure stepped out of it.
The middle-aged man swept his gaze over the crowd, quickly recognized Fuwa Narumi, and walked over. He took out his Police ID and showed it to her. "You're Superintendent Fuwa, correct? I'm Matsumoto Kiyonaga of the Metropolitan Police Department. From this moment onward, I will be directing this case."
Fuwa Narumi clenched her cigarette between her teeth. "...I told you already, this case is closed. You've only just shown up now—are you trying to steal the credit? That's hardly appropriate."
"Whether the case is over isn't for you alone to decide." Matsumoto Kiyonaga put his Police ID away. "I have already obtained authorization from Hokkaido. This is an order—from now on, you no longer hold command over this case. Please regard yourself as an ordinary passerby."
Fuwa Narumi's expression turned incomparably ugly.
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