Officer Sato sighed. "His build and face were both concealed. It looks like this was premeditated... What about his height? About how tall did he seem?"
The two women thought for a moment. One of the younger women gestured. "He seemed... about as tall as me?"
"Is that so?" Sato Miwako's eyes lit up. The victim before her did not look particularly tall—visually, she was under 1.6 meters. A man about as tall as her... That was already a useful identifying feature.
She hurriedly got to her feet. "I'll take you to measure your height."
The female police officer left with the victims.
Inspector Megure looked at the victims, who still needed support to walk, and sighed. He asked instinctively, "What do you think?"
Unfortunately, they were at the Metropolitan Police Department now, and no reliable little brother had spawned beside him.
Faced with the question, Officer Takagi could only scratch his head blankly and try to think of useful information. "Uh... the victims are all young women?"
Inspector Megure: "..."
Forget it. Better talk about something else.
He shook his head and said with relief, "Still, whether it was the Rainy Day Serial Stabbing Case, this attack, or that case you solved, no one actually died. We've been really lucky these past few days."
A passing officer jumped in alarm. "Inspector, you can't say something like that!"
—Just like how every time someone said they were not busy, they immediately became swamped, or how every time they bragged about never catching colds, they started sneezing all day... What if something happened after he said it?
Inspector Megure came to his senses and hurriedly covered his mouth. But it was already too late to take the words back. He cleared his throat and forcibly composed himself. "We're police officers. Why