The middle-aged manager looked at this artist who had gone astray with exasperation. "You still have the nerve to ask me? I should be the one asking you!"
"You really do have talent for enka, but this craft truly requires long-term accumulation... I believed in you, which is why I worked hard alongside you all these years. Why can't you trust me a little and strive together until the end?!"
Hanzawa Jiro looked at him, then at the police officers and large crowd of spectators behind him. His legs went weak, and he collapsed back onto the stool.
Seeing this, Officer Takagi strode forward and took out his treasured police certificate.
He looked rather sentimentally at the recovered certificate, then said to the obscure artist who was so good at stirring things up, "Please come back to the Metropolitan Police Department with me and cooperate with the investigation."
Hanzawa Jiro nodded listlessly. "...Okay."
He followed Officer Takagi outside the shop.
After they left, Jiang Xia glanced at the spot where Hanzawa Jiro had been sitting. Mist Tengu understood and flapped over, soon returning with a dense cluster of Killing Intent.
Jiang Xia pinched the Killing Intent Cluster and examined it with mixed feelings. "..." He really was quite talented. Even his Killing Intent was fairly high-grade, but the flavor was awful—it actually smelled like stale wood.
As usual, he would save it for Noah.
He was about to toss the Killing Intent into the miscellaneous pile when he suddenly felt a chill. Turning around, he saw that Snow Woman had somehow drifted behind him and was peering over his shoulder, studying the cluster of Killing Intent intently.
"..." Jiang Xia looked at this strange Ghost Fetus who firmly believed she had been born a Snow Woman and refused to eat