(Thud)
Officer Sato asked warily, "What punishment?"
Takato Yoichi said with a straight face, "A Flaming Iron Fist burning fiercely."
Officer Sato: "..."
She had a feeling this guy was up to something, but the dead could not come back to life. No matter how capable the Hell Puppeteer was, he could not possibly make Kingu Reiko crawl back from Hell to take revenge.
She questioned him suspiciously a few more times, but got nothing out of him. In the end, she could only assume Takato Yoichi was talking nonsense and stopped dwelling on the strange topic.
As traffic resumed, reporters poured in, and the Serial Murder case soon made the news.
At the FBI's temporary base.
A blonde woman lounged in front of a computer, took a sip of coffee, then tapped away at the keyboard and habitually entered the name "Jiang Xia" into the search bar.
The moment she hit Enter, the words "Magic Train" flashed onto the screen.
Jodie: "Pff—!!"
Ignoring her superior's anguished cry of "My keyboard!" from beside her, Jodie sprang to her feet and rushed into the study. "Magic... Jiang Xia ran into another case involving a magician!"
Akai Shuichi and his colleagues looked up from the thick stack of photo albums belonging to magic apprentices. "?"
For the past two days, they had worked without sleep, carefully screening Kujukuri Motoyasu's enormous, wholesale-like batch of disciples.
They had finally identified a few suspects who seemed connected to Uzo, only for a new case to emerge before they could investigate further—Hashimoto Maya had dragged Jiang Xia off to Hokkaido, where they encountered a criminal magician far more skilled than the others.
"Superb technique, using people as props, and that vile personality..."
The more they read, the closer the image of the magician named