The confrontation between man and dog did not last long. After a clatter of noise, the person who had tossed the Invitation Letter finally drove off the border collie, tore up the saliva-soaked envelope, rewrote it, and threw it at the door.
After that, as the night deepened, the entrance to the Detective Agency gradually fell quiet.
Having fast-forwarded through the surveillance footage, Amuro Tooru rubbed his temple. It had certainly been lively, but there did not seem to be any useful information.
Did he still have to ask Jiang Xia?
Amuro Tooru hesitated for a moment before reluctantly picking up his phone.
He did not want to ask.
But this case concerned him deeply.
—Although the sender of the Invitation Letter had not signed their name, and there was no proof that Uzo had sent it, the word "fireworks"—or rather, "explosion"—alone was enough to put him on full alert.
"On the full moon, that explosion that blew down the bridge nearly wiped out all my subordinates. The hospital was almost packed..."
Although the detonation point had been some distance from those unfortunate people, sparing them from excessive casualties, and Public Security had found a way to suppress the report, that did not mean the matter was over in Amuro Tooru's mind.
"What is certain is that Uzo had a hand in that explosion. Yet in the end, we failed to catch even one of his pawns..."
Everyone knew that Uzo was not someone who liked to commit crimes personally. Even if they tried to arrest him, all they could catch were pitiful puppets who had been unknowingly led astray.
But the problem was that this time, they had not even caught the puppet who planted the bomb.
If a character had not reached their end, then they might appear