For Jodie, who had recently been through countless battles, a murder case suddenly occurring nearby should no longer have stirred much in her heart.
...That was how it should have been.
Yet in reality, the instant she saw what was happening, Jodie's heart still lurched violently.
—When the unfamiliar corpse fell to the ground, one hand still clutched a coffee cup, while the other, perhaps from pain, had unconsciously grabbed the pant leg of the person in the next seat.
And the person in the next seat...
Jodie stared at the tall man wearing a baseball cap, a strand of black curly hair hanging beneath its brim. "..."
...What were you standing there for? Move aside! At least pull your pant leg out of that poisoned man's hand first. Looking like this, you practically seemed like the murderer who killed him... Did you want to get arrested and hauled into the Police Station as a suspect again?!
As an experienced veteran suspect with plenty of experience entering police stations, Jodie could not help hating iron for not becoming steel.
But the facts proved that even if Akai Shuichi wanted to extricate himself now, it was probably already too late—the scream, shouted by who knew whom just now, had successfully drawn everyone's attention. If Akai Shuichi calmly pulled his pant leg free right in front of them, not only would he fail to stay out of it, but that cool and rational response would make him seem even more suspicious.
Jodie rubbed her temple with a headache, trying to calm herself. "..." Come to think of it, why had Shuichi changed the plan and stayed below the stage? And...
She suddenly remembered something and turned to glance toward the backstage area.
Then she abruptly noticed that there were two extra people