Sentan Saruhiko, whose whereabouts were unknown, was a brutal killer who had chopped off two Human Heads and kidnapped two innocent passersby.
The news sent chills down everyone's spine.
And things were often never at their worst—only worse. The inconspicuous maid came jogging over in her wooden clogs, crying out in terror, "The gun... the Hunting Rifle is gone!"
"..."
Yamamura Misao's vision went black.
If he had known that taking a moment to build suspense would let an armed criminal escape, then even if he had to throw his own face onto the ground and stomp on it, he would never have let this happen.
Yamamura Misao: "..." Why? Why did Detectives get their shining moments so easily, while it was so hard for him to solve a case?!
The unlucky inspector wept inwardly as he was forced to request instructions from his superiors and seek reinforcements.
In the woods.
Amuro Tooru had never expected that, during the mere two days he stopped tailing them, an Organization Cadre would end up trapped in a Hot Air Balloon high over Nagasaki.
Thinking of the benefits he might have gained from the incident if he had followed along, Amuro Tooru was filled with regret. At the same time, he harshly reprimanded himself: How could he pass up such an important opportunity over something as vague as a Case Magnet Constitution?
He shouldn't have. He absolutely shouldn't have.
So, as a competent undercover agent, Amuro Tooru learned from his mistakes and did not dare slack off. When Jiang Xia and the others came to the Tatsumi Family this time, he secretly followed them as well.
The first two days after arriving had been quite pleasant. Since this place was so far from Tokyo and the signal was poor, Amuro Tooru had