"How could this happen?" The two women stared at the scene before them in disbelief. The bloody sight made them scream. "Futagaki!"
"Wait, don't go over there!"
The three Tokyo Police officers simultaneously reached out to stop them, then stepped forward themselves and began a practiced examination.
"His head is covered in blood, and there's a thick tree branch beside him. One end of the branch is stained with blood too..."
Officer Sato looked at the piece of wood and estimated its weight. "A branch this heavy, if it had simply fallen from a tree, wouldn't be enough to kill someone wearing a hat—meaning this was very likely murder!"
Hearing that, Officer Shiratori looked toward the others gathered around them. "Then this is the crime scene. From now on, no one is to come any closer."
When his gaze swept over a certain Detective, he felt a little guilty. Of course, this "no one" didn't actually include Jiang Xia, but they were far from home, and managing things was difficult enough already. If he let him over now...
Fortunately, what Officer Shiratori feared did not happen. Jiang Xia met his eyes, gave a slight nod, and considerately refrained from undermining the police.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another voice abruptly cut in.
The hunter who had joined the search party halfway through gave him a look and snorted. "What an act—you're not even a cop. What right do you have to stop us from getting close?"
The moment he finished speaking, he noticed the expressions of several Tokyo natives around him turning strange.
The hunter froze, vaguely sensing something was wrong. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
The three officers exchanged glances, reached into their pockets, and each pulled out a document.
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