"Filming?" Inspector Megure paused. "What are you filming?"
The director beside him perked up at that and immediately stepped forward. "We're filming a Nichiei TV variety show, Detective Quarter-Hour. Some of our content is pre-recorded, while some is broadcast live. Our airtime is—"
"Stop, stop, stop." Inspector Megure felt that the director was being far too long-winded. "So you're filming a detective variety show, and this bloody glove and the piece of clothing beside it are props used in your show, unrelated to this actual murder case?"
The director nodded regretfully. Sigh, his tongue still wasn't quick enough. He'd almost managed to finish promoting the show. He wondered how many people were watching now... Anyway, judging by his superior's excited tone through the earpiece, the show's ratings had already exploded.
As he looked at Kazami Yoshiteru's blood-soaked body on the ground, the director suddenly recalled the arrogant, proud words the man had spoken the last time they met—"Don't forget who your show's ratings depend on!"
The words still rang in his ears. Back then, the director had answered reluctantly, but now, he could cry out from the bottom of his heart: It was him, Kazami Yoshiteru!
"In this show's history, Mr. Kazami will leave his mark for eternity. I'm afraid no one will ever break the ratings record from today's live broadcast."
The director's feelings were a tangled mess. "I really don't know whether I should praise him as a prophet, praise him for sacrificing himself, or praise him for making his wish come true. But one life for one show... that price is truly heavy."
Heavy as it was, he really was happy too. The corners of the director's mouth kept lifting and drooping, drawing several suspicious looks from Inspector Megure.
"What's with this guy's expression? He's way too