The five suspects from the amusement park were locked in a chaotic melee. Hashimoto Maya shrank off to the side, watching with a grin. Now that he had thrown in with Uzo, seeing a scene like this gradually changed his mindset—watching others struggle in the mire of a case while he happily stayed outside it; there was nothing more wonderful.
But once people got happy, they were liable to trip themselves up.
Perhaps the lively situation had awakened the child's fighting spirit—the little boy beside Jiang Xia stared in stunned silence for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.
He pulled the Kamen Rider mask over his face, gathered his courage, and shouted, "There's actually one more suspect!"
"?!"
The scene fell briefly silent. A moment later, the five employees all turned toward him at once, even more enthusiastic than the police. "I knew the murderer might not be one of us! Kid, hurry up and tell us, who's the killer?"
The masked child turned his head slightly, his gaze settling on Hashimoto Maya.
Hashimoto Maya: "..."
Curacao: "..."
Curacao silently moved a little farther away from him, keeping her distance.
Clutching Jiang Xia's clothes and drawing strength from justice, the child pointed at Hashimoto Maya with one hand. "That uncle is very strange. Today's Kamen Rider performance was obviously terrible, but he mixed in with us kids and watched it really intently.
"I thought he just had bad taste, but after the murder case happened, not only wasn't he scared, he even asked me whether it was good—how could a normal person react to a murder case like that? Unless he's the killer himself, and he planned this murder case too!"
Hashimoto Maya: "?!" Being branded the murderer was no big deal. It wasn't his first time as a suspect.