The stylish woman had sat down on the ground, lifelessly slumped against the wall beside the toilet.
Her left chest was soaked in blood, and an even longer streak of blood had been dragged across the wall behind her—it looked as though she had been shot dead while standing, then her body had slid down the wall, leaving that trail.
In addition, a bloody "S" had been written on the wall beside the corpse's head, resembling the Dying Message that victims loved to leave behind in Mystery Novels.
"How... how did she suddenly die?" Although Suzuki Sonoko had seen countless corpses before, the sight of so much blood still made her panic a little—especially since the victim was someone she had only just met.
Not long ago, the woman had been lively and coyly withholding information, making a crowd of impatient people jump about in agitation. But now, she had suddenly died.
Suzuki Sonoko muttered, "Leaving half of what you say unsaid really does make people hate you. I'd better just speak my mind from now on."
Jiang Xia patted her, bringing her back to herself. "That might not have been the motive. Anyway, life and death are common occurrences. This is a crime scene, so let's go outside first."
With the Detective suddenly appearing, Suzuki Sonoko finally found someone to rely on when faced with this kind of case. Dejected, she followed Jiang Xia out of the restroom, then remembered something and took out her phone to call an Ambulance.
Jiang Xia corrected her, "Her chest wasn't moving just now. She should already be dead, so call the police instead."
Mouri Ran finally squeezed through the crowd as well. Hearing that, she instinctively responded, "I'll do it!"
Vermouth, who had come along as well: "..." Silly child, you had