Editor Toda froze and turned to look, only to find himself surrounded by a group of police officers at some point. The fat officer at their head was staring at him gloomily, reproach and vigilance hidden in his small eyes.
Editor Toda: "..."
...He had nearly forgotten! What had he wanted to say just now?
He slapped his forehead, gathered his thoughts again, and asked awkwardly, "Um, what happened here?"
Jiang Xia examined his Business Card. "This morning, we discovered that Mrs. Haitang had unfortunately passed away."
Editor Toda was startled. "How could that be?! When I spoke with her on the phone last night, she was clearly still full of energy..."
"Last night?!" Several police officers cried out.
Editor Toda jumped. "W-What is it?"
Suzuki Sonoko narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously. "Last night was the critical time of death for all three of them. Why did you happen to call them at that time?"
Editor Toda looked even more horrified. "Three?! You mean three people just died here??"
Suzuki Sonoko: "..."
...Darn it. She had wanted to intimidate the suspect as coolly as Jiang Xia did, but it seemed she had sold out the information instead.
Her face remained composed, though cold sweat was quietly beginning to form on her forehead.
Beside her, Vodka looked gratified. "..." Very good. He hoped Uzo's Accomplices would maintain this level of competence.
...Though it could not be ruled out that this high school girl was secretly spreading Uzo's reputation this way—after killing people, would it not be a waste not to publicize it?
Vodka desperately wanted to gain a bit of psychological advantage by reducing the number of enemies. Yet after ruling possibilities out again and again, his caution only left him under even greater pressure.
"Forget it, forget