President Nakamoto's front door was left slightly ajar.
The blaring sound from the television drifted out through the narrow gap.
Seeing this, Kisaki Eri instinctively narrowed her eyes—although she was only a lawyer, not a Detective who ran into cases every day, she knew quite a few formidable Detectives. And whether she was compiling a clipping collection of cases or organizing case files for court, she had to study Murder Cases in great detail.
So the moment she saw this, her heart skipped a beat. Something felt wrong.
Without giving it much thought, Kisaki Eri put on gloves and pushed open the half-closed room door.
The next instant, a heavy corpse lying in the entryway appeared before the two of them.
Kisaki Eri: "..."
Curacao, who was secretly peeking into the room over her shoulder: "..."
Although the instant she met Uzo's gaze on the Commercial Street that afternoon, she had realized that a nearby president was probably about to run into trouble—and that she, having interacted with him, would likely get dragged into trouble too... now that things had truly turned out this way, Curacao still could not help but freeze for a moment.
Her gaze lowered to President Nakamoto, lying motionless in the entryway.
...One of this mission's targets had really just died like that?
Meanwhile, on the Commercial Street.
Inside a bookstore with an extensive selection.
Three high school students and one elementary school student, each with different thoughts on their minds, looked at the clerk before them.
—After putting on their investigative hats and shamelessly asking around from shop to shop, they had actually found, at this bookstore, the person Teacher Jodie had encountered while buying books.
"Oh, that foreign teacher? I do remember her a little."
The two high school girls pricked up their