"Yeah!" The blond-haired man remembered too. He looked at Hattori Heiji.
"I remember it clearly! You said that line written in the sand beside the corpse—'I am a Messenger of the Underworld'—was written by the killer when the tide was going out. When the tide was out, all of us were on the boat, so the killer couldn't possibly have been any of us."
The director of the Production Team nodded repeatedly as well. Although his job made him reluctant to dispute every word a Detective said, their lives were at stake now, and etiquette had to take a back seat.
"The words written beside Miss Taira's corpse and the bloody writing on the boat are exactly the same, both in content and handwriting. That means the two cases were committed by the same person. Since Miss Taira wasn't killed by us, then the Captain definitely wasn't either!"
Hattori Heiji: "..." If I'd known, I wouldn't have said that so firmly just now... Is it too late to take it back?
No wonder Jiang Xia never spoke before the very end. Tokyo Detectives really were cunning—or had he already noticed all these contradictions?
Seeing the high schooler's conflicted expression, the Deputy Captain reassuringly patted him on the shoulder. "Of course, there's another possibility: there may be more than one killer. The killer could have an accomplice."
"The current situation may have been deliberately arranged by the killer to make us think the real culprit is among us, thereby splitting us apart. Don't movies and television dramas often use tricks like that?"
Suzuki Sonoko and Mouri Ran looked at the terrifying corpse on the ground, then at the bloody writing on the boat. Thinking of the killer, whose whereabouts were unknown and who might truly be among them, they felt a