The painter Akai Shuichi pointed at: "?!"
He clutched his sketchbook tightly, silently took two steps back, and said nothing.
Inspector Megure looked over suspiciously, then suddenly froze. "Why is it you?"
—If he remembered correctly, wasn't this the strange painter whose head had been slashed by the Serial Killer not long ago?
When the police cleaned up that scene, they had found many horrifying sketches, making them strongly suspect that this unlucky painter was another deeply hidden serial killer... But later, the facts proved that he was merely unlucky—or perhaps too lucky. He always happened to stumble upon fresh Murder Cases.
Inspector Megure: "..." All in all, he was somewhat like Jiang Xia and the other Detectives. The difference was that Jiang Xia came to crime scenes to solve cases, while this painter came to make trouble.
With certain younger colleagues serving as a lesson from the past, Inspector Megure's suspicion toward the painter was not particularly high.
But since another suspect had already implicated him, Inspector Megure could only go through the motions. Clearing his throat, he asked Kobayashi Seiji, "Where's the drawing? Can we take a look?"
Kobayashi the Painter did not look very willing, but he had probably gone through plenty of similar situations and knew resistance was useless. In the end, he reluctantly handed over his precious artwork.
Inspector Megure took the sketchbook and flipped through it with a rustle. Rough, visually striking lines filled the pages, black and white forming one eerie death photo after another.
The inspector, who hated corpses, could not help twitching at the temple. "..." This guy's paintings were still so terrifying and oppressive. Looking at them felt like seeing death right in front of him... But he could not think of it entirely that way. If he remembered correctly,