Things had gone far more smoothly than Hashimoto Maya had imagined.
This newly captured murderer had a much better attitude than he had expected—perhaps having his murder exposed had broken the rock singer's fighting spirit, or perhaps it was because the rock singer had once used Hashimoto Maya to block a bullet. In any case, he had become exceptionally cooperative.
"Which island?" The rock singer waved a hand indifferently and wrote down an address for him. "She has a youngest son she kept outside. Go ask him for it."
Hashimoto Maya went over, numb to it all and already accustomed to this sort of thing.
Then he received an unexpectedly good piece of news.
"If you want it, take it. I really don't understand people like you—what's there to collect about that unlucky thing reeking of curses?"
The youngest son had never wanted Mrs. Suho's strange collection in the first place. Of all the inheritances, he especially despised that island where someone had died, so he gave it up without hesitation.
Hashimoto Maya was still somewhat dazed when he left, but soon, immense delight struck him: he had the island and the land. Next, he only needed to spend money to hire people to level the ground and move the Theater. This troublesome mission had finally seen the dawn of completion!
Building the Theater was Uzo's mission, and staying by Jiang Xia's side was also Uzo's mission.
After weighing them up, Hashimoto Maya found that the former was tangible, visible achievement, while the latter... though it was also an achievement, it was far more elusive by comparison.
More importantly, staying beside Jiang Xia meant constantly competing with a large group of overachieving colleagues, constantly dealing with the police, and constantly avoiding every possible danger in Murder Cases...
*Better build the