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A minute later.
Hashimoto Maya's phone vibrated.
He hid in a corner of the café and furtively took out his phone. To his surprise, it was an email from the police asking him to come to the cinema and assist with the investigation.
Hashimoto Maya: "..."
He froze for a second. His first reaction was that Jiang Xia had spotted him earlier, but then he reconsidered. No! If that were the case, Jiang Xia would be the one contacting me. But the police are reaching out to me now... Could it be because I was the last person to contact the deceased?
Hashimoto Maya's expression changed. He silently cursed his bad luck: Email was actually a relatively secure means of communication. It was not easily leaked, and once destroyed, restoring it was quite troublesome.
Destroying exchanged emails was a method favored by Organization members. People who often dealt with the Organization also tended to keep their mailboxes completely empty. But now... that dead Real Estate Agent clearly lacked that awareness.
—His emails were probably all sitting there in plain sight, visible the moment anyone checked his phone.
"People out here are way too careless." Hashimoto Maya suddenly felt the helplessness of being saddled with pig teammates. "Though maybe everyone I dealt with before was just too sneaky, so switching to partners like this all at once is hard to get used to... Is this what an ordinary citizen's life is like?"
He had spent too long immersed in the Organization. Even his common sense about everyday life had become somewhat different from everyone else's.
And if he had known he would be investigated so quickly, he would not have left the cinema earlier. As for now... of course he still had to go. After all, the land he had