Jiang Xia said, "A simple composition analysis will confirm that the stain on your clothes matches the semicircular patch of coal tar behind the Dino—if you never collected the car cover, how did that coal tar get onto your upper body?"
"..."
Silence fell.
After a long while, Katsuro Hisaharu stared at the stain on his clothes and let out a low, cold laugh.
"That's right. I did it. I killed that bastard Teraizumi!" His timid, submissive demeanor vanished, replaced by a fierce and resentful expression. "That Dino Teraizumi drove every day was originally my sports car!"
The three young company presidents: "?!"
There was actually another victim?
Katsuro Hisaharu clenched his fists tightly. "That bastard Teraizumi set me up and stole my car from me, then drove it around in front of me every single day... Since he liked my car so much, I granted his wish and let him die in my car!"
Inspector Megure sighed. "As important as a sports car may be, it isn't more important than a human life—or your future."
"Easy for you to say!" Katsuro Hisaharu snapped. "I'm not some wealthy person with endless family money like them. You have no idea how much effort I put in, how long I saved, before I finally bought a Dino that was practically scrap and restored it bit by bit into what it is now. But Teraizumi... with one wave of his hand, he took away the brightest highlight of my life."
As a waiter collapsed to his knees in despair, the case involving five vintage sports cars and six suspects came to an end.
While the police busied themselves wrapping things up, Vodka shrank into a corner, thrilled that he had survived yet another stage.
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