With the help of professionals, Inspector Megure not only obtained the surveillance footage but also quickly pinpointed the segment he wanted to see.
"Hmph, secretly gathering in a café with such strange expressions. Who would believe the three of them had nothing to do with this case?"
Now that he had evidence, Inspector Megure took his two detective brothers and the footage and headed back to the financial Detective Agency.
However, after pounding on the door for a while, no one came to answer it.
Officer Takagi scratched his head. "Could their crime have been exposed? Did they flee out of fear of punishment?"
Beside him, Jiang Xia's nose twitched slightly, as though he had caught a scent. He stepped forward and pressed the handle. With a creak, the door slid open smoothly—the door had not even been locked.
"Did they leave in such a hurry that they forgot to lock it?" Officer Sato frowned and approached. She looked past Jiang Xia into the room, then suddenly froze.
The room was not "empty," as she had imagined. On the contrary, a figure rapidly filled their field of vision.
—On the floor behind the door lay a man in a suit, sprawled in a large pool of blood. The back of his suit had been stabbed to tatters, with several clearly visible knife wounds.
"..." Inspector Megure stared for several seconds at the investment consultant who had still been so calm and composed two hours ago. "Mr. Natsukawa!!"
One of the key suspects had abruptly died, and his state of death was identical to that of Mr. Haruyama, who had died last night.
Spring and summer were both gone. Only autumn and winter remained.
Before long, Fuyuki Ryusaburo and Akiha Miyako were once again brought before the police.
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