At the Masakage family's villa.
Inspector Megure questioned everyone, but seemingly got no useful clues.
He could only reluctantly turn his attention back to the most suspicious person from five years ago. "That person who went into the study and berated your husband—give us at least some clues. At the very least, surely you remember his age and accent."
"Well..." Mrs. Masakage tried her best to recall. "He had a standard Tokyo accent, and, um, he seemed to be wearing a hat. His hair was black, and he should have been fairly young. Also... he wore sunglasses and had a very thick beard, so I couldn't see his face clearly."
Inspector Megure: "..." They had indeed gotten clues, but it sounded like the other person had deliberately disguised himself. Beard, hat, sunglasses... once those came off, he would be impossible to recognize.
He sighed. "Then was the Magic Notebook your husband left behind stolen tonight?"
Mrs. Masakage knew next to nothing whenever asked. "I only know that such a thing exists, but I don't know where it was kept. I never looked through the books my husband left behind either, so..."
Inspector Megure: "..."
If this lady had not been so elderly, he would have wanted to investigate her as a suspect first—how could someone live in such a muddleheaded way? Something this serious had happened right beside her, yet she still knew nothing at all.
"There must be photographs, though." After observing for a while, Hashimoto Maya decided to put on a show of making an effort, so That Lord could see that he was not slacking off, but seriously serving as Watson by Jiang Xia's side. "When friends visit someone's home, they usually take photos together as keepsakes. If there's a photo album, we can take it out