Kuniyoshi Bunta gave a snort. "What death message? You've read too many Mystery Novels—maybe the killer wrote that to frame me. Do you need me to provide a list of my enemies?"
Inspector Megure said, "We recovered the victim's fingerprints from the bloody writing. He wrote it himself."
Kuniyoshi Bunta was unconcerned. "Fine, let me put it another way—maybe the killer grabbed his hand and made him write it to frame me. Do you need me to provide a list of my enemies?"
"..."
Inspector Megure's blood pressure rose.
Seeing that he had nothing to say, Kuniyoshi Bunta laughed cheerfully. "That's what I mean—you've really got the wrong man. Think about it: if I were the killer, would I still be in this building? I'd have run far away long ago.
"Besides, didn't you say the killer took the investigation report? Search my desk all you want. Go ahead and see whether you can find that document."
"The document?" A voice suddenly came from the doorway, joining their conversation. "Do you mean this?"
"?!" Kuniyoshi Bunta turned in shock and saw a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman standing in the doorway. She smiled at him, raised her hand, and shook the damaged sheets of paper she held.
Kuniyoshi Bunta looked closely, and his pupils contracted—the document he had stuffed into the paper shredder not long ago had somehow been pieced back together!
Jodie walked into the room and slapped the paper down in front of Kuniyoshi Bunta. "I didn't expect anyone still used such a rudimentary paper shredder. It only cuts paper into strips, without any shredding or scrambling function—putting it back together is easier than a jigsaw puzzle sold at a roadside shop."
Inspector Megure looked at her in delight. "Teacher Jod... Miss Jodie, I never expected you to have