That blow would have left an ordinary person's wrist swollen for days, but it had no obvious effect on Hashimoto Maya.
Still, Hashimoto Maya hissed and loosened his grip as if he could no longer hold the sword. The Precious Sword clattered to the floor—good, he did not have to kill anyone, and he was not the one who had ruined this murder scene!
For a brief moment, Hashimoto Maya felt the relief of having survived a disaster. His gaze drifted uncontrollably toward the door.
But the shadow was already gone, like a low-key director who only offered a little guidance when the actors went off script, otherwise staying hidden behind the scenes without a trace.
Everyone else was staring at Fuwa Narumi in surprise. In the actors' eyes, this Superintendent had often interacted with the theater troupe under the guise of inspections, so she had naturally watched rehearsals for this play.
In other words, Fuwa Narumi should have known it was a fake sword, but her reaction...
Jiang Xia stepped forward and looked at the Precious Sword on the floor. "The culprit who killed four people in a row and called herself the 'Red-Bearded Santa Claus' is Superintendent Fuwa."
"?!"
Fuwa Narumi's breathing stopped as she glared fiercely at Jiang Xia.
The people on the stage were still confused, but they all took a step back in unison, instinctively keeping their distance.
Down below, Matsumoto Kiyonaga was also stunned. "..." He had thought he was just here to help keep order, so those self-important local bullies would not cover up the truth... but how had this turned into a police officer committing crimes??
After several seconds, Fuwa Narumi finally came back to herself. She suppressed the tremor in her fingers and casually lit a cigarette. "You want to convict