As the little boat carrying the fleeing people exploded into fireworks on the water, the matter came to an end.
The next day, the bus sent by the Travel Agency waited in vain. The driver hesitantly notified his superior, whose superior at Tokyo headquarters was experienced enough to call the police without hesitation.
Not long after, Inspector Megure and his subordinates arrived at the small island on the outskirts of Tokyo.
"Geez, how did the corpses all end up like this?!" Inspector Megure looked sympathetically at the mangled bodies, then at the Forensics Department officers, and finally silently edged farther away before going to find Jiang Xia. "What exactly have you been through these past few days?"
Jiang Xia gauged how long it would take to tell the story, then silently pressed a hand to Vodka's shoulder and nudged him forward. "Let Mr. Yamada explain. He went through even more than I did. I heard he was even ambushed by the killer alone in the woods and managed to escape."
Vodka: "..." Who wanted to tell the police a story?! I'm not your repeater!
Inspector Megure turned to look at this helpful young man.
"..." Vodka said, "Um, it went like this..."
By the time the Black Organization member had finished telling the police the story, the temporary bridge was nearly complete.
The vacation Experience Participants clutched their luggage and eagerly left that hellhole. When they spotted the vehicles waiting down the road to take them home, several "S·K" members who had escaped the killer's clutches nearly wept with joy.
Someone else was equally overjoyed.
After returning to the city, Vodka used feeling unwell as an excuse to avoid giving a statement, then took several winding turns to reach a deserted intersection.
A familiar black car sat quietly parked