"That's the restroom!" Officer Takagi led Jiang Xia and Officer Sato to the restroom door. He pulled it open, looked inside, and suddenly froze.
Chizo Ogura's posture had changed at some point—just now, he had been sitting upright on the toilet, his right hand gripping the knife embedded in his abdomen. But now, the knife had been pulled out, and the hand holding it had dropped limply. His entire body looked loose and relaxed.
Jiang Xia walked over to the stunned Officer Takagi, looked over the drug dealer in the restroom, and gave his professional assessment: "Looks like he's dead."
Takagi Wataru: "!!"
Officer Sato's heart sank. She hurried inside and reached out to check his pulse.
A moment later, her face fell. "There really is no pulse. He looked so cowardly, yet he was actually this decisive when it came to suicide..."
Officer Takagi had not expected things to turn out this way. Most people he had seen attempt suicide became afraid after failing, yet Chizo Ogura had resolutely pulled out the knife he had stabbed into himself... Hm? Wait, the knife?
Belatedly remembering this crucial detail, he grew even more confused. "Chizo Ogura spent the entire day at Osaka Police Headquarters. He should have been thoroughly searched already. This knife isn't small either—how did he hide it? Could it be..."
His expression shifted slightly. "Could there be a mole in Osaka?"
Jiang Xia watched this officer's guesses veer further and further off course, then quietly steered things back on track. "That knife probably wasn't Chizo Ogura's. The killer provided it for him."
"I see!"
The two officers nodded in habitual realization, then snapped back to their senses two seconds later and whipped around to stare at Jiang Xia. "Killer?! What killer?!"
Jiang Xia had already grown accustomed to