More than ten meters away, Matsuda Jinpei hid in a dark corner. He glanced at the warehouse in the distance, then at Sato Miwako's anxious, restless expression, and sighed.
It seemed he had accidentally done something "Fake Uzo" should not have done. Now that things had come to this...
It looked at the thin, soft sheet of Killing Intent in its hand and muttered guiltily, I wonder if I can use this to muddle through things with Spirit Medium Master.
After all, if Sato really killed the bomber, the Killing Intent she had finally managed to produce would vanish because of it. This Killing Intent smelled rather tasty—children and overgrown children would probably both love it. Besides, besides, Spirit Medium Master had indeed let him choose how to deal with the bomber. In that case, stopping Sato probably wasn't too out of line, right?
...Forget it. He should think up his self-criticism first, then brace himself for the awful prospect of quitting smoking for a month.
A Ghost who had lost his dreams slumped listlessly onto the ground.
But sitting down did not stop him from watching the show.
Matsuda Jinpei hid in the shadows, watching the anxious Sato Miwako in the distance. He did not know whether to praise her intuition or not—perhaps Sato had vaguely sensed that something was off about the bomber and guessed there was a trap nearby, but had not expected that someone had already resolved everything in secret.
At that thought, Matsuda Jinpei rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "..." No wonder Spirit Medium Master had taken so well to the image of "Uzo"—hiding behind the scenes like this and watching everything unfold under one's control really did have an indescribable charm.
Just as he was savoring that strange sensation, one of Matsuda Jinpei's nerves suddenly