"...Now that's real magic." After a long silence, Suzuki Sonoko could not help but sigh. "Every step was linked together, and none of the actions were unnecessary. It was far more impressive than certain third-rate magicians."
Clown Sakonji: "..."
The corner of his eye twitched. Looking at this group of high school students again, he suddenly found everything about them irritating. He sneered. "Maybe the Hell Puppeteer never thought that much into it. You brats are just overthinking things—otherwise, if there really had only been a head in the carriage back then, where did the Troupe Leader's torso go? It couldn't have just vanished into thin air!"
Officer Sato recalled the matter and felt equally puzzled. Back then, they had searched the train and the tracks for a long time, and had also checked the luggage of every passenger leaving the station, yet they had never found the victim's body.
It was not until they arrived at the hotel that they saw the Troupe Leader hanging in the room like a puppet, swaying gently back and forth. If she had not firmly believed in materialism, she might have suspected that teleportation magic really existed.
She had wracked her brains over the past few days, yet still could not figure out how the corpse had vanished and reappeared... But that was not a problem! As a Tokyo Police officer, she had to carry on Inspector Megure's fine traditions.
Officer Sato: "Jiang Xia..."
The Detective readily answered, "Of course, it was transported by train."
Clown Sakonji rolled his eyes. "I think you're the one who slept yourself stupid. This station only gets one train every two days. There was no corpse on the train we took—are you saying the corpse was transported by a train from two days ago or two days