After a brief standoff, Pretty Boy struck first. He looked at the contestant wearing an earring. "Kijima, you must really hate Saijo, right?"
Kijima Hisashi snorted. "Things have come to this, so let's stop beating around the bush—no one in the entire club likes him, including you two. Isn't that right?"
For himself and his own happiness, Pretty Boy kept up his relentless assault. "But dislike and hatred are different. At most, we had some grievances with him, but you were pushed out of your representative position by him. You even switched careers to become a swimmer, completely giving up your future."
It was undoubtedly a vicious blow. The officers' gazes toward Kijima Hisashi turned suspicious.
A bead of cold sweat slid down Kijima Hisashi's temple. Then his eyes sharpened, and he counterattacked with an even fiercer move. "I do hate him, but don't you hate him too?"
He suddenly pointed at Pretty Boy. "You, for example! You're clearly married, yet you're still involved with President Saeki. I remember Saijo had several photos of you dating the president—haven't your days gotten poorer and poorer lately because he was blackmailing you and you gave him all your money?"
Pretty Boy's heart jolted, and his face turned even paler.
President Saeki looked at him with concern, but before she could comfort him, Kijima Hisashi looked at her again. "And you, President! When Saijo failed to blackmail you, he spread all sorts of negative rumors about you, trying to ruin tomorrow's opening ceremony—he was used to being arrogant and never hid it when he did bad things. Everyone knows about this. You had motives to kill him too!"
Inspector Megure: "..." Well played. He signaled Officer Takagi with his eyes: Write it down, quickly!
Officer Takagi scribbled furiously.
And his other colleague had