The tough-guy pastry chef thought for a moment. "Around that time, I got a call from the office telling me to go over immediately. So for the ten minutes after 12:25, I was in the office."
Officer Oda gave him a suspicious look. "How do you remember the time so clearly?"
The tough-guy pastry chef looked suspiciously back at him. "Don't you cops usually keep track of the time? No matter what I'm doing, I check my watch constantly and race against every second. Besides, time determines the heat, and it also determines a dessert's texture. Of course I need to remember it clearly."
"Fine." Officer Oda was not used to this sort of pastry-chef style. He rolled his shoulders. "Bring over the person who called you to the office. I'll take a statement and confirm your alibi."
But the tough-guy pastry chef shook his head. "When I got to the office, there wasn't anyone there. My coworkers seemed to have all gone out to eat."
Officer Oda understood. In exasperation, he said, "So you don't have an alibi?"
The tough-guy pastry chef did not quite understand his mood, but he nodded anyway. "You could put it that way."
Officer Oda sighed and secretly glanced at the curly-haired man behind Officer Sato. This was bad. Compared with him, there was another, even more suspicious suspect. Could it be that this suspicious curly-haired man really was not the killer?
After only two glances, Sato Miwako's gloomy gaze drifted over. "What are you looking at?"
Officer Oda: "..."
Just as he was sighing toward the heavens, a whole group of people suddenly entered through the door. At the same time, an enthusiastic voice rang out. "Brother Jiang Xia!"
The four officers whipped around. Seeing Inspector Megure, they sighed inwardly. This was bad—someone