The silver-haired man said remorsefully, "When I was lining up upstairs, I suddenly realized I'd forgotten my phone, so I hurried back to my car to get it. But when I opened the door, I saw... saw..."
He sighed. It was unclear whether he regretted that if they had not left, his drunk friend in the car would not have been strangled to death, or that if he had not forgotten his phone, he would not have become a suspect.
Sure enough, his worries had not been unfounded. Inspector Megure's next words were, "In other words, you could have pretended to get your phone, then strangled him when you returned to the car."
"Absolutely not!" the silver-haired man said anxiously. "Didn't you just say that Banba was strangled right after we got out of the cars? I only remembered my phone at least half an hour later!"
"Is that so?" Inspector Megure muttered as he looked through the man's Silver Porsche.
Suddenly, he found something in the armrest box. "What is this box?"
"That's a music box!" The silver-haired man quickly realized what Inspector Megure meant. "One of its spindle pins broke, so I planned to have it repaired, but I never found the time."
Inspector Megure twisted it twice, and a crisp melody rang out from the music box. "It still works, though..."
Though something like this probably could not strangle anyone to death.
...A wasted discovery.
Speechless for a moment, he silently returned the music box to its original place.
Jiang Xia noticed the embarrassment of this model worker inspector, so he considerately turned to the next person and asked the owner of the Porsche 356A, "What about you?"
The owner of the Porsche model identical to Gin's was tall, dark-skinned, thick-lipped, and had fine natural curls. He