As Vodka questioned his entire existence and deeply examined his own condition,
beside him, Dr. Heishan had completely lost the will to resist after being fully exposed.
Inspector Megure was all too familiar with murderers in this state and hurriedly seized the chance to ask, "Why did you kill Dr. Shirai?"
Dr. Heishan sighed. "Next month, our director will retire. Shirai and I are the only two candidates competing for the position."
"Shirai's father is the vice president, so Shirai got the news as early as two weeks ago. He hinted at it repeatedly, trying to force me to resign from the hospital."
He gave a bitter smile. "Isn't it ridiculous? If we competed fairly, he might not have been unable to beat me fair and square. But just because he found it troublesome, he openly blocked my path upward and left me without even a shred of hope."
As he spoke, Dr. Heishan's expression grew resentful. "What's worse, that guy has recently been coming in late, leaving early, and slacking off at work, as though he's absolutely certain the director's position is already in his pocket... He must be flaunting it in this way. He wants me to know that the things I can never obtain no matter how hard I work can be gathered into his hands with ease!"
Vodka: "..." That wasn't it. Shirai had probably been slacking off lately because he intended to accept the Black Organization's olive branch—once he had somewhere else to go, of course he wouldn't care about being director or not.
*"As for why he didn't tell you... it was probably because you two had competed so fiercely before, and he'd worked up a bellyful of anger too. So he planned to keep competing for the position just to make things difficult