Still, no matter what, being able to turn the tables on these cops who thought they had him was a victory.
The bomber took a deep breath, made several sharp turns to shake off his pursuers, and headed for a dilapidated warehouse he had picked out earlier.
But just as he was about to rush over, a figure suddenly vaulted over the nearby wall and dropped from above. Her heels clicked against the ground as she landed directly in his path.
Sato Miwako held a gun, her eyes filled with barely restrained hatred. Her voice squeezed out through clenched teeth. "...Found you."
The bomber slammed on the brake in fright, staggering backward until he hit the wall behind him.
...Impossible! How could this woman run so fast?! Were her business suit and leather shoes just for show?? He had specifically worn his best-fitting sneakers for today's escape!
A rookie director who had made only three appearances in seven years suddenly understood what it meant for plans to fall short of reality.
Under his panicked gaze, Sato Miwako approached with her gun raised, breathing heavily. The instant their eyes met, the bomber felt a bone-chilling Killing Intent with absolute clarity.
His legs began to tremble. He opened his mouth, then suddenly said, "Wait! Actually, actually, I didn't do it."
Sato Miwako stared at his face, wondering why he looked so much like the one in her dream. Hearing that, she frowned.
Seeing that she had reacted to his words, the bomber hurriedly plastered on a flattering smile and raised both hands in surrender. "You understand, don't you? Sometimes, demons suddenly tempt people's minds—I'm a good person most of the time! Really, I'm a good person! It's just that sometimes, there's always a child's voice in my head, screaming and shouting at