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The colorist paused, then understood. "This video camera... should be Furumura's."
He pointed at the deceased, who had fallen stiffly onto the sofa. "I remember Furumura had a habit of recording video diaries. He'd film himself for a few minutes every day and talk about what happened that day."
"In other words..." Inspector Megure hurriedly called over the police officers from the Forensics Department and had them examine the still-running video camera, while speculating, "This video camera is still working right now because the deceased finished recording his diary tonight and forgot to turn it off?"
Jiang Xia looked at the police officer, who was trying hard to use his brain but in the wrong direction, and kindly reminded him, "We'll know the answer to that question once we play the recording."
"True." Inspector Megure slapped his forehead. At ordinary crime scenes, things like this were rarely seen, so for a moment he was a little short on experience and had still been thinking of solving the problem with speculation first.
Now that he had come to his senses, he immediately began to take technology seriously. "There's a television inside the room anyway. Quick, play it!"
Officer Takagi nodded, connected the video camera to the television, and began playing the recording inside.
Soon, a huge stubbly face appeared on the screen. He clearly didn't know what fate awaited him a few hours later. Right now, he was facing the camera and saying cheerfully, "I worked all day today. I really worked hard!—Those guys staying up late to work overtime should do their best too."
After muttering a few pointless things, he waved farewell at the camera, and then the image cut off with a snap.
"Hm?" Inspector Megure froze. "Didn't he turn it off?"
Jiang Xia pointed at the