Takamori Masumi was tired from reciting and asked quietly, "Are there really so many people who can develop killing intent anytime, anywhere?"
When Torimaru Naoko heard that, she could not help frowning. "Those cases I told you to memorize and recite in full—you didn't memorize them?"
Takamori Masumi immediately looked guilty. "I-I did memorize them, but then I forgot."
She had wanted to memorize them too. But the vast majority of what Torimaru Naoko had shoved at her were cases Jiang Xia had solved.
Back then, Takamori Masumi had spent a period of time acting as a murderer in front of Jiang Xia. Every time she saw that sharp detective, she felt waves of dread. Even now, she still remembered the despair of being stared at by Jiang Xia.
So every time she read the cases Torimaru Naoko gave her, the moment she saw how Jiang Xia solved the case in seconds, how the criminal dropped to their knees in seconds, and how they were dragged onto a police car while sobbing bitterly... her legs went weak in perfect sympathy.
Torimaru Naoko was a rational person. Although she was displeased with her teammate being lazy, she would not cling to past mistakes and refuse to let go. She would only think about how to make up for them as quickly as possible. "...Forget it. When you go back tonight, cram through the night. No, staying up late drains your energy and slows your reactions. Better start this afternoon and tomorrow."
As she spoke, she remembered another thing. "You should at least remember the dangerous areas in this house, right?"
Without Jiang Xia as a disruptive factor in this mansion, Takamori Masumi performed normally. She hurriedly nodded.
"Of course I remember! The suit of armor on the first floor has a