Gin had been planning to drive to the pier himself, but just then, the Black Porsche sped past several disheveled figures.
A few seconds later, the scene he had just seen replayed in his mind. Gin frowned and quietly uttered a codename: "...Calvados?"
The car gradually slowed to a stop.
Gin turned to look at the pitch-black woods. "..." If he had not seen wrong, that idiot had been carried away by two strangers?
Prefectural General Park.
After a frantic round of handling the situation, Inspector Megure finally managed to stabilize the scene and explain the truth to the reporters: the shot that had taken down Councilman Narimasu had not been fired by the police!
...Though a councilman being publicly shot dead under heavy police protection was hardly anything respectable either. Still, compared with the earlier rumors, the current situation was enough to satisfy Inspector Megure.
"Come to think of it, we have to thank Mr. Narimasu for having so many enemies." Inspector Megure wiped away his sweat, discreetly checked public opinion on his phone, then secretly breathed a sigh of relief: when Takagi had tried to squeeze through with his men to protect Councilman Narimasu, the bodyguard group had ruthlessly blocked them. Someone had captured that scene on camera.
As a result, rather than the police's inadequate protection, the internet was now discussing Councilman Narimasu far more.
In addition, the most widespread rumor was still, "The police executed the councilman hostage!"—but fortunately, it was an obvious falsehood. Debunking it publicly at the press conference might even improve their dangerously fragile credibility a little.
As he silently calculated the amount of follow-up work ahead, Takagi Wataru came running over, shouting, "Inspector!!"
"?!" Seeing his grave expression, Inspector Megure's heart sank. Things were bad.
But at this point, under the