Professor Iwama stared blankly for a moment, then slowly forced an ugly smile. He looked at Jiang Xia and sneered, "You said it yourself—there's nothing in my Tape Recorder. As for the disposable chopsticks wrapper in the water, I wasn't destroying evidence. I simply have poor manners and like tossing things around. And the rubber bands and Thumbtack—those are tools I occasionally use when binding documents. It's perfectly normal to keep them in my bag. What, are you, a Great Detective, really going to convict me based on such groundless evidence?"
Vodka: "..." Sometimes, he really envied these people. They could actually yell at Uzo whenever they liked... Though they usually ended up going in or down afterward, at least they got a moment of happiness.
"Sadly, compared to fleeting happiness and a long life, one should naturally choose the latter." Vodka sighed, regretfully suppressing some dangerous thoughts. Then he shot the professor beside him a sour glance and snorted. Let's see how long you can keep gloating.
Sure enough, before long, the professor's life of freedom came to an end.
Jiang Xia looked at him. "When you picked up the food from the delivery boat, did you accidentally spill the Pufferfish caviar?"
Professor Iwama smiled confidently. "No."
At the same time, Lecturer Arai beside him froze. "Ah, yes... How did you know?"
Professor Iwama whipped around and stared at the companion who had stabbed him in the back. "???"
Lecturer Arai scratched his head awkwardly. "There was too much food on the delivery boat, and the Pufferfish caviar was in a relatively low dish. I didn't see it clearly while picking things up, accidentally knocked it crooked, and spilled a little."
As he said that, he guiltily glanced at Professor Iwama. "I was worried the professor would think I