The fluttering paper streamers drifting down were all varying shades of red. It really was just like the invitation letter had said—"bloody fireworks," in the literal sense.
Amuro Tooru stared at this baffling scene. Clearly, it was a good thing no one had been blown up, yet for some reason, his fists clenched tight.
"Matsu..."
He turned his head and looked toward that alley, but there was already no one inside. Amuro Tooru rushed over. Yet even after cutting through the alley and running out onto the street on the other side, he still didn't see a single figure.
Only a quiet detonator lay on the ground, proving that the figure he had seen just now hadn't been his imagination.
While Amuro Tooru was picking up the detonator with a gloved hand, his head full of question marks...
On a rooftop in the distance.
The Bomb Maniac gritted his teeth, put away his binoculars, and dashed downstairs in a flash, plunging straight into the station diagonally opposite. Then, according to the route he had scouted out in advance, he swiftly withdrew.
Only when the train swayed into motion did he scratch his head in terror and confusion. "What I stuffed into those garbage bags should've been bombs, not paper streamers, right?"
"...Then when I pressed the button just now, why did a pile of streamers burst out?"
"Is there something wrong with the bombs? Or is there something wrong with my brain?"
An outlaw stared at the scenery flashing past outside the window and briefly fell into bewilderment.
After Matsuda Jinpei set off the paper streamers, he didn't linger where he was. While the others were stunned, he quietly made his exit and headed to the next place.
—When he had still been a Ghost Fetus just now,