The living room downstairs.
Hashimoto Maya and Curacao's ears twitched, and they abruptly sat up straight. The outlaw instincts in them told them that gunfire seemed to have come from upstairs, but on closer consideration, something about it felt off.
Upstairs, the two women who had gone to wake the old lady were also stunned. Furukawa Etsuko pounded hard on the door. "Mom? Open up! Open the door!"
Hearing the commotion, Jiang Xia got up and walked to the stairwell. "What happened?"
Furukawa Koji, who had gone out earlier, came running over from who knew where. Looking up, he asked, "What was that upstairs? It sounded like it came from Mom's room. What are you people doing up there?"
Furukawa Etsuko ran to the railing, her legs going weak. "In Mother's room... I think there was a gunshot!"
"!"
A gust of wind seemed to sweep through the hall as everyone rushed up to the second floor. Only Tatsumi Seimaru and Mrs. Tatsumi reacted too slowly and were left behind in the living room.
Tatsumi Seimaru stared blankly at their retreating backs, then quietly asked his mother, "What's wrong with them? If there's a gun, doesn't that mean there's an armed outlaw on the second floor? Aren't they afraid?"
Mrs. Tatsumi patted his arm reassuringly and lowered her voice as well. "There are lots of people and lots of cases in central Tokyo. Maybe they're used to it. Since we're here, we should adapt to the local customs and go take a look too."
Tatsumi Seimaru: "..." What kind of custom was that? It sounded terrifying.
But his mother had said so, and even that Gambler Second-Generation Rich had rushed upstairs. He could hardly stay behind and act cowardly in front of the Beautiful Lawyer and the cute maid, so