Amid unwilling roars, President Nonaka was escorted onto the ship by yawning police officers, then transferred to a police car after coming ashore and sent all the way back to Tokyo.
Jiang Xia looked at the long line of police cars wailing away from the shore, then at Mizunashi Rena beside him, and let out a faint sigh.
After all, not everyone was Gin—unfortunately, Mizunashi Rena did not have the habit of constantly giving off Killing Intent either.
Especially when facing ordinary people and ordinary cases, her emotions barely fluctuated. Although this undercover agent suspected that Theater Island was connected to the Organization and thus paid extra attention to the cases here, there had never been any particularly clear evidence. After staying here day after day, Mizunashi Rena's Killing Intent had dwindled until it was almost gone.
"The biggest gain was still that one encounter with Gin on the way here."
At the time, Killing Intent had poured out like floodwaters through opened gates, more than the total from all the past few days combined. As expected of the Organization's model worker—not only did he mass-produce murder weapons himself, but merely standing near others could urge them to hiss out Killing Intent too.
"Sadly, I only ran into him that one time. I haven't seen him since." Jiang Xia sighed, took out his phone, and got in touch with his good colleague:
[What have you been busy with lately?
Staying up late every day is bad for your health. How about coming to the island for a vacation?
—Your concerned colleague.]
The email vanished into the void without a single reply.
"That guy is still so rude." Feeling that his good intentions had been wasted, Jiang Xia could only let out another long sigh.
Mizunashi Rena turned to look at