The three fishermen said, "But after we got there, we waited a long time and never saw Mr. Aramaki show up."
"More than an hour passed, and it wasn't until nine thirty that we realized he wasn't late—he just wasn't coming. We'd agreed on this, but that guy stood us up at the last minute. We got a little angry and wanted to find him and ask why he didn't keep the appointment."
"Aramaki loved sea fishing, so we searched along the shore. Who knew that when we reached this area..."
Recalling the scene, the fishermen sighed. "When we got here, we suddenly saw something half-floating near the shore. When we looked closer, it was Aramaki! He was wrapped all over in a fishing net, lying in the shallow waves. It looked like... looked like he was already dead."
"We were terrified and called the police right away. You already know the rest."
Inspector Yokomizo nodded and leaned close to them with a sinister look. "I see."
"Y-yeah." The three fishermen couldn't take it anymore. "Could you stop standing so close to us? It's creepy."
Inspector Yokomizo gave them another imposing sweep of his eyes before slowly straightening up again.
Recalling what he had heard from the bystanders, he asked pointedly, "I heard that the deceased Mr. Aramaki had severe conflicts of interest with the local fishermen. He was arrogant and high-profile, and his relationship with you could be described as utterly irreconcilable."
His gaze sharpened. "Are you sure the three of you didn't drown him here, then calmly call the police and pretend you'd just found the body? As far as I know, in many murder cases, the killer is actually the first person to discover the corpse!"
Red Vest froze, then flew into a rage like a chili