A Spirit Medium drew his coat closer, casually puffing on Ghost Mint as he waited for ghosts to come to him.
In the distance, Curacao watched the scene from afar by the dim light beside the graveyard, a question mark slowly rising over her head.
...What was Uzo doing?
"He stuck a cigarette in front of the grave... Is he paying his respects?"
Curacao's gaze swept over the three intact headstones and the large number of scattered, ruined grave markers around them. She briefly fell into thought. "Who is he mourning?"
She rapidly searched through the database in her mind, trying to find someone connected to Uzo and use that to infer the script this time. But no matter how long she thought, she could not come up with an answer.
—Ever since realizing how dangerous this young member was, Curacao had secretly reviewed every file related to Jiang Xia.
Yet no matter how she looked at it, this crooked, rotten second generation member of the organization had nothing particularly remarkable about him. Within the organization, he was merely an unremarkable nobody who loved slacking off.
As a minor, the organization naturally would not send him on business trips for no reason, and Jiang Xia himself did not particularly enjoy traveling. So why would someone born and raised in Tokyo run all the way to a snowy mountain in Gunma Prefecture to visit graves?
"Could one of the people buried here have once been to Tokyo and crossed paths with Uzo?—Judging by this, their connection must have run quite deep. Otherwise, why would someone like Uzo come out in such cold weather just to leave him a cigarette?"
At that thought, Curacao became unprecedentedly interested in those unidentified corpses underground.
But if they were unidentified corpses, that meant they had