"Achoo!"
At a hotel in Tokyo.
Calvados, who was searching for a shooting range, rubbed his nose and noticed the news filling the screen as well.
"That Detective again..."
The Organization Cadre, who had been having a streak of terrible luck, clicked his tongue irritably. Perhaps because Jiang Xia showed up every time something happened, the sight of that high school student now made him frown, always bringing unpleasant associations to mind.
But precisely because of that, the guy's news was always hard to ignore—before he realized it, Calvados had moved his finger and tapped into it.
After watching for a few moments, he was shocked to discover that this wildly popular live broadcast actually had something to do with him.
"That fire wasn't an accident—it was arson?!"
The Love Chocolate that had perished in the flames surfaced in Calvados's mind, and Killing Intent blazed in his eyes. "That bastard reporter..."
That had not been an ordinary piece of chocolate. It had been tied to his future happiness! Yet now, everything had vanished in the fire...
Remembering the despair of returning cheerfully with a set of kitchenware that night, only to look up and see his home on fire, Calvados narrowed his eyes. He had a powerful urge to take a shortcut to the Metropolitan Police Department, shoot that bastard reporter dead, and make him pay with his life.
...But unfortunately, after getting to his feet, Calvados remembered that he had no gun.
"..."
He silently sat back down.
A moment later, Calvados dragged the Progress Bar back to the scene where Ryusei Ryuichi, utterly devastated, was dragged away by the police.
"Forget it. Becoming famous overnight, only for infamy and disgrace—such a punishment must be far more painful than death for a hypocrite who puts on such a virtuous