Spider Lady rapidly recalled the excellent advice Jiang Xia had given her: detectives who appeared alongside murder cases...
She looked around, suddenly caught a scent, and turned to stare fixedly at the display window of a nearby café.
Hashimoto Maya, who had suddenly met her gaze: "!?"
He did not want to get involved, but he did not dare delay either. After hesitating for two seconds beneath that anxious gaze, he finally stood up and jogged over, pretending to be a passerby. "What happened? Do you need help?"
Spider Lady pulled her leg free from the corpse's hand, glanced at him, pointed down at the ground with her fingertip, then turned and continued on her way as though nothing had happened.
"Ah, wait." The mover who had just called the police raised his hand to stop her—based on experience, after a murder case occurred, everyone nearby was supposed to stay and wait for questioning by the police. That was the duty of a helpful citizen.
But before he could speak, Hashimoto Maya awkwardly cut in. "That lady looks like she has something urgent to do. Besides, the corpse fell out of your sofa. No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with us passersby, right?"
The two Movers looked at the sofa, then at their own truck, and a wave of fear belatedly surged through them. "That seems right... but why was there a person inside our sofa?!"
Hashimoto Maya: "..." How would I know? I'm not a Detective!
But as he watched the secretary lady, who had not yet completely vanished from view, the organization worker could only imitate Jiang Xia and stroke his chin.
He had wanted to imitate Jiang Xia further and offer a sharp deduction, but after holding it in for a