The group was stunned silent. After a long while, the female chef looked at her old friend in disbelief. "Arimori, could you really...?"
"Of course it's fake!" The store manager gritted his teeth. "It's all just speculation. There's no evidence at all!"
Jiang Xia flipped through the Camera in his hand, stopping on one page before turning it toward the store manager. "There's some White Powder on the skirt around the victim's hip. This should be..."
Mizunashi Rena's ears perked up. Heroin?
Jiang Xia said, "It should be scale dust from a Deep Mountain White Butterfly."
Mizunashi Rena: "..."
She had never considered the store manager a suspect, because he appeared to have nothing whatsoever to do with that female celebrity. After much thought, Mizunashi Rena could only rely on experience and guess that this hotel deep in the mountains was actually some sort of drug-trading site, and that the female celebrity's death had something to do with it.
But now... she had been completely wrong. Had she spent so long in the organization that her way of thinking had become dirty too?
As an undercover agent sank into thought,
Jiang Xia continued, "The Deep Mountain White Butterfly is unique to that Highland. If the victim truly never left the hotel today, then no matter what, there shouldn't have been scale dust from this butterfly on her skirt.
"The reason it was there was because, while on the Highland, a Deep Mountain White Butterfly landed on the store manager's left shoulder, then fell from there, leaving a patch of scale dust on his shoulder.
"The store manager probably didn't notice that detail. So when he carried the body up to hang it from the ceiling, the powder on his shoulder rubbed onto the victim's skirt."
He looked at the store