These reporters often ran into Jiang Xia at crime scenes, so he greeted them, "Since you're here, why not come inside?"
The reporters sighed. "President Kana refused to be interviewed. His attitude was extremely firm. But the firmer he is, the more it shows there's something fishy going on, so... heh."
They wanted to sneak over and see if they could capture anything.
Jiang Xia recalled President Kana's heartbroken, regretful expression during the case and wasn't at all surprised that he had refused an interview. "If he won't allow interviews, forget it. You won't be short on things to film next anyway."
"That's true." Only then did the reporters remember: they hadn't come to the island for this sudden Murder Case. They had come for the promotional event.
The island would soon welcome numerous celebrities and presidents. With all those people around, why would they worry about a lack of material? Even if two people merely exchanged a few extra glances, they could write plenty about it.
Still, President Kana was the head of a major entertainment conglomerate. If they could truly dig up some news...
Filled with anticipation, the reporters continued snooping around furtively.
"Something really did happen on the island."
Looking at the brief news flash, Curacao thought of Kir, who was on the island, then looked at herself safely on the mainland. Along with relief, she couldn't help feeling a bit smug.
But smug as she was, her curiosity began to stir: What exactly had happened on the island?
If she missed the details of this case, would she end up falling for the same details someday?
At that thought, Curacao immediately opened her Mailbox and sent Vodka a stern condemnation.
Vodka received an email out of nowhere. After a quick glance, he fell silent.
"Hack