Officer Takagi: "And according to the doctor, the deceased really did intend to undergo heart surgery. They discussed it and planned to arrange a specific operation date after Itakura Suguru finished the work he had on hand."
"So that's how it is." Inspector Megure shook his head with a sigh. "If he hadn't valued his work so much and had undergone surgery a few days earlier, he might not have died. It seems what happened today was a tragic accident."
Officer Takagi couldn't help glancing at Jiang Xia beside him. "..." R-really?
Inspector Megure didn't notice his gaze. He was still sighing over the unlucky overachiever on the floor, and even felt a little sorrowful kinship: he had heard that this deceased had taken on three jobs at once... How similar was that to him handling three murder cases in one day!
But...
The plump police officer rubbed his chin, a bit confused. "Judging from the state of the body, he's already been dead for a day or two—how did the hotel not notice anything in all that time? Even the most ordinary hotel cleans every day, and a hotel of this caliber... It shouldn't have happened."
When the Mediterranean-haired man beside them heard this, he couldn't help saying, "Do you even need to ask? Itakura Suguru hated people messing with his things most of all—when the hotel staff came to clean, he must have cursed them out, so the staff didn't dare come afterward."
"Exactly!" The stylish young man deeply agreed. "One time, all I did was accidentally knock the documents on Itakura's desk a little crooked, just this much." He pinched two fingers together narrowly. "And he actually flew into a rage and yelled at me for more than ten minutes... Anyone who didn't know would think I'd