Hearing Curacao sneeze, the helpful Detective nearby shifted his gaze away from the crime scene and turned to look at her. "Caught a cold?"
Curacao eyed him suspiciously. "..." Were you plotting against me in your head just now?
Jiang Xia, watched by her, put on an innocent, puzzled expression.
Curacao suddenly came back to her senses. Instead of talking to him further, she quietly moved away and circled around to Mrs. Tatsumi's other side.
She then pulled her coat tighter around herself and looked at the Tatsumi Family mansion before her.
This was the home of Lawyer Tatsumi, the man who had come to Jiang Xia at noon to discuss his wife's affair. By coincidence, it was right next door to the Furukawa Family home.
Just moments ago, after they had solved the Furukawa Family case and were wearily preparing to return to the hotel, a mournful cry had come from the neighboring mansion.
—Lawyer Tatsumi had returned home after work and discovered that his wife had been murdered in the Bathtub.
So the police, who had just been about to get off work, turned around and came back to work overtime. And the group, who had just been about to leave, had no choice but to stop as well—after all, one of them was a Great Detective who enthusiastically helped the police solve cases.
The police swiftly sealed off the mansion and began gathering evidence at the scene.
Amid the officers bustling about, Curacao stood numbly in the yard. Police cars were lined up outside the gate, their red and blue Police Lights sweeping past and illuminating her face.
That color scheme would normally have put Curacao on high alert and made her immediately map out an escape route in her head.
But now, she realized in despair