Hashimoto Maya was immediately filled with regret and began some deep self-reflection. "At the time, I was worried that listening to this kind of singing too much would affect my judgment and reflexes, causing me to stumble into some insidious chain of traps, so I wanted to get away as soon as possible... But now that I think about it, perhaps my judgment had already been affected back then!"
"...That brat's dirty tricks really are impossible to guard against. He must have deliberately sung like some kind of ghost, right? Otherwise, how could ordinary off-key singing possibly sound this terrible?"
Hashimoto Maya took a deep breath, and iced black tea quietly welled up inside him.
Fortunately, the annoying elementary school student beside him did not stare at him for long—because the police had arrived.
"Why did they get here so fast?" Hashimoto Maya was puzzled at first, then suddenly understood. Right, the police had been handling a case just two streets away. Forget driving; even if they ran over, it would not have taken more than five minutes... By that calculation, compared to him, these cops were Lord Uzo's real Model Workers.
The Model Workers who rushed to the scene quickly threw themselves into their work with practiced exhaustion.
Officer Takagi inspected the corpse as tensely as if drawing a lottery, then let out a relieved breath. Good, the man had a wallet, and there was even a Driver's License inside it. That meant they could quickly confirm his identity instead of going through the trouble of investigating an unidentified corpse.
Before long, he brought the information he had found to Jiang Xia and Inspector Megure. "The deceased was Moni Tatsumi, forty-six years old. The cause of death was repeated blows to the head with a blunt object. He