Inspector Megure looked at the three remaining guests, feeling as though the police's authority had been challenged. "I didn't expect the culprit to be so bold. After killing someone, instead of fleeing in a hurry, they still had the mood to stay here and sing leisurely."
"Huh?" The three guests took a moment to realize their situation. Their earlier calm vanished as they grew anxious. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying we're the murderers?!"
Inspector Megure: "..." Of course I am.
Inspector Megure smiled. "Of course not."
The guests eyed him suspiciously. "..."
Naturally, Inspector Megure did not care about those looks. He said smoothly, "In any case, all of you are important witnesses in this case. Let's start with a brief introduction. It'll make our later investigation more convenient—and it's getting late. You all want to clear yourselves of suspicion and get home to rest sooner, right?"
That struck a chord with everyone.
The three looked at one another. After hesitating for a moment, the somewhat thin man was the first to speak. "My name is Honma Kyota."
With someone taking the lead, the stout man—who looked as tough as a retired underworld boss—followed. "My name is Arimoto Kenji."
Seeing this, the old man dressed like an Angler had no choice but to add, "My name is Tamai Kunio."
Inspector Megure looked at them, then at his notebook, where he had written only a few short words. "..."
I told you to introduce yourselves "briefly," and you really held nothing back—what use is just a name? Give me something useful!
As he grumbled inwardly, Jiang Xia beside him seemed to think of something.
The Great Detective looked at Hashimoto Maya, then at the muscular man, and asked the front desk clerk, "When you mentioned Mr. Arimoto's