In the end, as a mature police officer, Inspector Megure merely silently buried his complaints in his heart.
Wait, then. He wanted to see exactly what this Osaka detective was trying to pull.
Inspector Megure: "..." The only problem was that, according to Hattori, he planned to act after Teacher Jodie fell asleep.
"Although that foreign friend looks carefree and has been drinking, someone just died, and now she's lying in the bed where the dead person used to sleep..." A police officer stroked his chin, feeling that something was off. "Can anyone really fall asleep in this situation?"
The answer was, of course, no.
Not only was she unable to sleep, Jodie was practically bursting with energy. Her pale blue eyes were wide open, and she guarded against any possible accident with ten times her usual vigilance.
—After the detectives and police officers left the room, she sat up and spat the large mouthful of wine she had been holding in her mouth back into the bottle.
She had not managed to avoid drinking entirely, but at least she did not have to swallow the wine she kept in her mouth. Given her tolerance, this was enough to keep it from affecting her judgment.
"It's a little unhygienic, but this is a matter of life and death. I can't worry about that!" After spitting out the wine, Jodie wiped the corner of her mouth, capped the bottle, shoved it back under the bed, and lay down beneath the covers again.
She pulled the blanket up to her chin, clutching its edge as she stared at the pitch-black room and muttered to herself, I didn't expect everyone to leave. Now, nobody can possibly kick me downstairs... So how exactly does the person who wrote that script plan to hurt me?