This was also the question on everyone else's mind.
They carefully looked over the skinny office worker, then seriously examined Suzuki Sonoko. Yet no matter how they compared them—from their identities and occupations to their appearances and personalities... the two truly did not share a single resemblance.
In the end, Honma Kyota himself spoke up. He snorted coldly, his voice somehow already filled with hatred. "That's right. I'd wanted to kill him for a long time—that bastard kidnapper. As long as he remained alive, I could never rest in peace!"
Inspector Megure's ears twitched as he successfully caught the key word. "Kidnapper?"
"That's right. A year ago, he kidnapped my son. Later, because I called the police, he killed him..."
Honma Kyota suddenly looked at him. "Inspector, this actually isn't the first time we've met. Do you remember the kidnapping case that happened in Okuhomachi a year ago?"
"The kidnapping case, the kidnapping case..." Inspector Megure broke out in a cold sweat and racked his brain. In the end, he really did remember. "Right! I remember there was indeed a case back then. We clearly caught the culprit, but in the end, we couldn't prosecute him because of insufficient evidence."
Honma Kyota smiled with a complicated expression. "That's right, insufficient evidence, because you failed to find the murder weapon back then."
"Failed to find the murder weapon..." Inspector Megure suddenly realized something and blurted out, "Could that person..."
"That's right. That bastard used the same method I used today—or rather, I finally figured out his modus operandi." Standing before the vending machine, Honma Kyota looked at Jiang Xia's reflection through the window and gave a bitter smile. "If there had been a Detective nearby back then, perhaps what happened today never would have occurred."
Amid a chorus of sighs, Honma