~(shy)~
But for now, compared to competing with those colleagues of unknown identity, Hashimoto Maya felt he should prioritize carrying out Uzo's orders.
—For example, playing the part of a doctor forcibly inserted into the detective team.
Hashimoto Maya put on a convincing show of checking the situation, trying to pick up the medical knowledge he had abandoned long ago.
Yet even before this, his use of medicine had been limited to killing people quickly and disposing of corpses efficiently. Now that he was moonlighting as a proper doctor, he inevitably seemed very rusty. "He was struck in the head with a blunt object and died instantly. From the looks of it, he couldn't be saved."
"His head's twisted to one side. Of course he couldn't be saved—did you really need to say that?" Mouri Kogoro was dissatisfied with the brief conclusion reached by this self-proclaimed doctor. But since the Tokyo Police were quick to collect bodies and professional forensic officers would arrive soon, he did not dwell on it.
Memories from his days as a police officer surfaced, and Mouri Kogoro waved a hand. "Step back and protect the crime scene."
The group tacitly retreated a little.
Remembering something, Jiang Xia walked over to Hashimoto Maya's side and patted his shoulder comfortingly. "You probably haven't encountered many Murder Cases, right? Being this capable is already pretty good—I told you before, you have a talent for being a Detective. Keep working hard in the future."
Hashimoto Maya turned and met Jiang Xia's highly appreciative gaze.
He relaxed inwardly. As expected, Jiang Xia seemed to have little resistance to the idea of a personal Watson. The first step in getting close to a detective had finally gotten off to a good start.
Before long, Inspector Megure arrived with dark circles