Kanazawa Ryuichiro had a serious headache over these photos.
Originally, after receiving that threatening letter written in English, he had thought the sneak photographer who sent the photos was the American reporter who had gotten hold of his weakness.
But yesterday, when he took advantage of the chaos to take the man's notebook computer, Kanazawa Ryuichiro discovered that the American reporter who had died unexpectedly did not have his photos saved there.
And this morning, those candid photos were delivered as usual—the reporter had already died yesterday. In other words, the sneak photographer had to be someone else.
Thinking of this whole mess, Kanazawa Ryuichiro sighed and said to Jiang Xia, "I hope you can help me find this stalker. Ideally, send him to prison."
Jiang Xia looked around at the photos. "Have you offended anyone recently? Or do you have any rough suspects in mind?"
Kanazawa Ryuichiro shook his head. "I have no clue at all. As for offending people..."
He lifted his chin slightly. "As you know, I'm an outstanding architect and have won quite a few awards internationally. Some people who aren't as skilled as me are bound to be jealous."
Jiang Xia nodded. "From what we can see so far, the person taking the photos should be a relative or friend who knows you well. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for that person to take photos from this distance without you noticing at all."
Hattori Heiji leaned by the window side, listening in. Hearing these words, he bent a finger and tapped the glass, looking at the courtyard outside the window. "For example, those two apprentices of yours. Maybe they're the ones who sent the threatening letter."
"Seriously? I couldn't tell. They both look like honest people." Hearing this, Suzuki Sonoko could not help pressing