"Takagi? Takagi!"
A voice rang out, interrupting Takagi's thoughts.
Sato Miwako spread her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, sighing. "What are you spacing out about now?"
Officer Takagi jolted, then scratched the back of his head with a sheepish smile. "I-I was just thinking about this case."
Sato Miwako pulled open the car door and got into her own car. "I'm going to investigate first. Remember to take those kids home. Don't let them get dragged into this case. Also... you pulled an all-nighter last night, right? Find somewhere to sleep for a while first. After you wake up, go to Inspector Megure and ask him if there's anything he needs help with."
Officer Takagi was just about to nod, but suddenly felt something was off. "Where are you going? I'll investigate with you."
"No need." Sato Miwako refused flatly. "If you really want to help, go back to the Metropolitan Police Department and get some proper sleep. Make up for what you missed—looking as unsteady as you do right now, there's no way you can face off against that cunning criminal."
With that, she said no more and stepped on the gas, driving away.
"I'm not bringing anyone. This time, I'm not bringing anyone." Sato Miwako looked at Takagi and the dining room through the rearview mirror, gritting her teeth to herself. "This time, I'm definitely going to arrest that bastard with my own hands!"
Outside the dining room, Officer Takagi stared blankly at the distant car. A long while later, he sighed, then turned to meet up with the children.
Inside the dining room behind the display window.
Curacao took it all in. "..." Uzo's puppets actually had unrequited romance subplots? Quite the wide range of services...
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