3617 [Sherry vs. Curacao] Please Vote o(〃'▽'〃)o
In the apartment upstairs.
Curacao leaned her back against the railing, arms folded as she stared at the motionless corpse in the entryway. She looked calm, but her mind was racing hundreds of times faster than when she handled the Organization's classified intelligence.
The police bustled back and forth around the body. Curacao caught every clue from their conversations and filed them away in her mind.
As she listened to the information, a complete sequence of events gradually came together in Curacao's mind: President Nakamoto had prepared dinner in the apartment and waited for someone. Then the doorbell rang. He walked over with a wineglass in hand to open the door, only to be stabbed through the heart with an ice pick and die on the spot.
"Nakamoto died at 7:30, while our appointment had been set for 7 p.m."
A flicker of lingering fear rose in Curacao's heart. If I hadn't seen Uzo at the café and come here for the appointment without knowing anything, I might very well have been present when the crime occurred.
With her skills, let alone an ice pick, even if the killer had come to the door spraying bullets with a machine gun, she was confident she could survive. But half an hour was enough time for her to leave plenty of footprints, fingerprints, and other clues pointing to her inside the apartment.
"Good thing I noticed in time and firmly refused to keep the appointment. I stayed at the Detective Agency and secured a solid alibi. Otherwise..."
Having successfully avoided a troublesome incident, Curacao could not help feeling a little pleased. But before the corners of her lips could rise, she remembered something and abruptly became alert.
"According to that mess of an Anti-Uzo Code