"I see... But whether it was the transfer or the ward, I arranged it all myself. Mr. Yamada knew nothing about it beforehand." Dr. Heishan caught the key point in Jiang Xia's words and hurriedly explained the whole sequence of events to the police.
Before long, the officers heard a tragic tale of misfortune that could bring tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it—a patient with Persecutory Delusion.
Inspector Megure: "..." Was it really that miserable? But thinking it over, Yamada's luck when it came to running into Murder Cases really was hard to put into words.
As he pondered, he glanced at Jiang Xia.
Seeing that this sharp-eyed young man had not pointed out anything suspicious after hearing the account, Inspector Megure found himself leaning toward a conclusion again—compared with that unfamiliar curly-haired young man who had appeared out of nowhere, Jiang Xia's judgment was clearly more trustworthy.
Besides, while some of Mr. Yamada's actions were indeed suspicious, there was no especially direct physical evidence that he was a robber. From that perspective, there was no need to drag him to the Police Station for questioning.
"If that's the case, Mr. Yamada can stay in the hospital and recuperate for now." Under the covertly resentful gaze of a certain elementary school student, Inspector Megure made his final decision and said to Vodka, "Don't leave the hospital for the next few days. We may need to ask you something at any time."
Vodka: "..." It sounded like they still suspected him somewhat, but compared with being hauled into a police car and taken straight to the Police Station, this little bit of suspicion was nothing.
He nodded obediently, looking every inch the law-abiding citizen. "All right. I won't go anywhere."
The moment the words left his mouth, Vodka's