Though her mind had long since crossed the ocean and flown far away, her body was still here.
So after a brief lapse of attention, this rational executive had no choice but to come back to her senses and ask the question that both "Curacao" and "Miss Shirai" desperately wanted answered: "What exactly do you want from me?"
"It's a long story." The High School Detective got up, walked over to the sofa, and sat down. Then he patted the seat beside him, thoughtfully inviting the lawyer. "Sit down. We can talk it over slowly."
Curacao: "..."
Who wanted to talk it over slowly with you?! Summarize it clearly in three sentences!!
Though she desperately wanted to shout that in fury, Curacao merely nodded on the surface... Then, ignoring Jiang Xia's gesture toward the sofa, she went to the window, pulled over a chair, and sat opposite him across a coffee table.
As she approached, the sweet, fresh scent of aloe on her body grew fainter and fainter, until it was almost impossible to distinguish, as though she were merely an ordinary person without the slightest Killing Intent.
Jiang Xia: "...?"
I kindly invited you over from the hall to rest, and you repaid kindness with enmity?
Curacao looked at the faint displeasure in his eyes. "..." Hmph. Don't even think about it. I will never sit beside you. Never.
Officer Yokomizo looked left, then right, vaguely sensing that the atmosphere was a little strange. But as a civil servant who only wanted to get off work early, he did not think too deeply about it. In a few words, he explained what had just happened, then said to Curacao, "In short, we'll seal off that floor, along with the witnesses and killer on it—we hope you can cooperate