As Inspector Megure reached out to take it, he asked Shiratori, "Did he only write a number again? The past few years, it was 321. What is it this year, 0?"
"No, he wrote a lot this year." Officer Shiratori frowned deeply. "Not a number, but a long, cryptic message."
After three years of numbers, it had suddenly become a long letter. Following a brief silence, everyone in Investigation Division 1 turned their eyes toward Officer Shiratori.
The fax was quickly copied several times and placed before them.
Jiang Xia took a sip of coffee handed to him by someone, then lowered his head to read the contents on the paper:
[I am a Knight of the Round Table, and I hereby warn you foolish yet cunning police officers. At noon and 14:00 today, to mourn the human heads of my comrades, I will present some interesting fireworks. If you wish to stop me, come to me. I will leave Seat No. 72 vacant and await your arrival.]
Inspector Megure finished reading it with a frown, looking thoughtful. "What does that mean?"
Matsuda Jinpei took the cigarette from his lips, pressed it heavily into the ashtray to snuff it out, then slung his toolbox over his back and turned to leave.
Sato Miwako spotted him and hurriedly called out, "Matsuda, where are you going?!"
Matsuda Jinpei turned back to look at the bewildered officers and said helplessly, "Didn't it say so? He'll leave Seat No. 72 open and wait for us to come—what place has a round table with seventy-two seats?"
Inspector Megure asked when he did not understand, "Where?"
"..." Matsuda Jinpei suddenly admired that High School Detective a little. To be so smart and yet able to get along with Inspector Megure—he patiently explained, "Obviously, it's