After providing the clue, Sakihara Kazuo did not wait for the police to react. Using a visit to his wife as an excuse, he shook them off and hurried into the ward.
Inspector Megure stroked his chin and stared suspiciously at the ward door. In a low voice, he muttered to Brother Jiang Xia, "That guy looks far too strange. Can we really trust the clue he gave us?"
The reliable detective considered it seriously. "We shouldn't overlook any clues during an investigation. Besides, the hospital parking lot is very close. To be safe, we should take a look."
Inspector Megure sighed. "I suppose that's all we can do for now."
Jiang Xia remembered something else. "Right, the hospital parking lot covers a large area. Since Mr. Sakihara ran into that person, why not ask him to point out the location for us?"
And so, half a minute later, Sakihara Kazuo, who had just entered the ward, was dragged back out.
Five minutes later, Vodka, faintly wafting an ice cream scent all over, was brought upstairs by the police while glaring at Sakihara Kazuo.
The next moment, when Vodka saw who was standing in the corridor, he jolted. The ice cream-scented killing intent around him drifted down lazily like cotton.
The Ghosts let out silent cheers and happily swarmed over as though it were New Year's, smoothing out the killing intent and carrying it back.
"Mr. Yamada, why is it you?" Inspector Megure froze. A moment later, he sucked in a breath and suddenly understood. "No wonder I kept feeling that person in the sketch looked familiar... Wait, aren't you Brother Jiang Xia's fan? Wasn't your goal to become a righteous assistant like Watson? Why would you do something so utterly heartless?!"
Vodka: "..." Who the hell was that