On Tokyo's streets at night.
After taking Officer Takagi's call, Jiang Xia adjusted his street racing route and turned toward the crime scene.
This time, the case had taken place in a spacious, elegant Detached House—it was the residence of Ms. Akiha.
"Brother Jiang Xia? What are you doing here?" Inspector Megure snapped back to his senses and smacked Officer Takagi. "Calling him over this late at night—you really don't stand on ceremony."
Officer Takagi: "..." Wasn't it you who just muttered, "There's actually a Murder Case this late at night. If only Brother Jiang Xia were here"? And Jiang Xia himself said we could call him whenever there was a case. That really didn't sound like empty politeness...
"It's fine. I happened to be nearby. Even if nobody had called me, I would've passed by here soon anyway. I just arrived a little earlier." Jiang Xia forgot about his sharp turn just now and pretended to have a Case Magnet Constitution too. He lowered his head toward the scene. "This is...?"
On the living room floor lay a woman's corpse. It was none other than Ms. Akiha, who had been full of life not long ago—she lay on her side, her back covered in Knife wounds, a pool of blood beneath her. Her manner of death was exactly the same as that of the previous two victims.
But this time, something had fallen beside the body.
Jiang Xia looked at the gleaming silver Lighter. Two letters were engraved in its lower-right corner: "JK."
"'Koumoto Takashi's' initials..." Mr. Fuyuki, who had been urgently summoned by the police, went pale. "That's his!"
Inspector Megure noticed the evidence as well and sighed. "I never expected this avenger to survive a fall from such a height—and even have the strength to take revenge.