[I am an MLB player skilled at both hitting and pitching. Come on! Extra innings have begun. The signal for the game to begin will be noon tomorrow. The end time is 3:00 p.m. Even if you have excellent relief pitchers prepared, you will not be able to stop me. You will only witness my miraculous comeback victory. If you want to stop this game, then come find me. I will be waiting for you police to climb the iron home plate, stepping on Bases stained with fresh blood.]
Suzuki Sonoko looked at Officer Sato, then at the letter she had just finished reading, completely baffled. "Why is it all about baseball?"
The moment she spoke, she jumped—the scorched paper was slowly crumpled by a pair of hands. Following those arms upward, she saw that Officer Sato was trembling uncontrollably. She stared fixedly at the letter, her expression so grim it looked murderous.
"..." Suzuki Sonoko silently shrank back behind Jiang Xia and Mouri Ran, muttering softly, "Does Officer Sato have a grudge against this criminal?"
Jiang Xia nodded and looked at the ghost nearby. "I heard that three years ago, one of her colleagues died in the line of duty."
Matsuda Jinpei drifted back and forth, staring at the burning car, lost in thought.
At the distant Metropolitan Police Department.
Night had already fallen, but the police officers were unable to go home.
As a fax creaked out of the printer, the entire Police Station erupted into activity.
Inspector Megure looked at the letter, whose writing style seemed familiar, and said to his subordinates, "Make more copies. Everyone gets one! This has to be that bastard from three years ago!"
After they had bustled about for a while, a phone suddenly rang.
"Sato?" Inspector Megure answered