(Thump, thump)
Tatsumi Sakurako tightly covered her mouth, unable to believe this truth.
Satoru Oba looked at her and chuckled, still immersed in his own script. "A protagonist who turned himself into a demon for revenge finally defeated the demon... Hmph. I just never expected him to end up the same way my dad did."
Inspector Megure was somewhat puzzled by his last remark. "What do you mean?"
Satoru Oba looked toward the elevator, deeply moved. "Twenty years ago, my father hadn't simply committed suicide—he deliberately staged the scene to make it look like he'd died at President Tatsumi's hands. Unfortunately, those tricks were seen through by a passing Detective."
"?!" A flash of lightning seemed to streak through Inspector Megure's mind. "I remember now! No wonder this case felt so familiar—the staged Murder Case that happened here twenty years ago was solved by Yusaku, who just happened to be passing by!"
As he waved for his subordinates to take the man away, he sighed with regret. "What a pity Student Kudo was, ahem, what a pity Student Kudo had a little accident. Otherwise, a father-and-son Murder Case coming full circle, solved by another pair of father and son separated by twenty years—this would definitely have made the headlines..." Sigh, young people these days. How had he picked up the habit of messing with witnesses at such a young age?
...Come to think of it, where was Kudo?
While the police were busy wrapping things up, Jiang Xia walked to the corridor window and looked down from afar.
His gaze quickly passed through the night stained by Neon Lights and settled on an unremarkable sedan by the roadside.
"He really moved that Sniper Rifle somewhere else?" Jiang Xia glanced at it twice and asked the Ghosts he had sent