Inspector Megure froze for a moment, then asked the junior officer, "Why didn't you tell us something this important earlier?!"
The officer said, "..." We didn't notice it either.
Only then did they hurriedly flip through the materials, punch some numbers into a calculator, and say quietly, "That's true. Even if we straightened out the victim's body, his feet would still have been about fifty centimeters from the railing."
Inspector Megure fell silent. Unless the victim had made an enormous noose, precisely stepped onto the railing, and leaped headfirst through it, there was no way he could have successfully committed suicide.
And surely no one would use such a bizarre method to kill themselves. Even if someone did, there were no traces of anyone stepping on the railing.
A burst of laughter came from nearby. Abbot Tankai said smugly, "What a bunch of incompetents. Do you want to know the truth?"
Sato Miwako looked at him in surprise. "Do you know who the murderer is?"
Abbot Tankai said, "Didn't I say so long ago? This was divine punishment! You actually want to use human wisdom to decipher the path written by the gods. What foolish wishful thinking!—I advise you to tuck your tails between your legs and get out of my temple immediately. Otherwise, perhaps you'll be the next ones struck by heavenly punishment."
Hashimoto Maya said, "..." His wording was unpleasant, but the old head monk sure knew how to flatter people. Uzo would probably be delighted to hear that. Was this Old Monk really not one of Uzo's subordinates who had infiltrated the temple?
Nearby, the hotel manager wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, taking advantage of the chaos, "Since it was suicide, may I leave? Earlier, so many officers went to my hotel to gather