Jiang Xia said, "Also, Mr. Shitara Furuhito, who fell to his death shortly after performing at the birthday banquet a year ago, was probably pushed from upstairs. The killer's methods were still crude back then, and no mechanisms or tools were used. But the simpler it was, the more likely it was to work—just like the fire that killed Mr. Genzaburo."
"A serial murder case..." Although Inspector Megure knew there was little hope, the severity of the case made him grit his teeth and send several subordinates into the pond.
Unfortunately, aside from a few carp that had gathered curiously beside the boat, they found nothing else.
Searching for something in the lake was already a massive undertaking, especially since the water was flowing with the wind. No one knew exactly where that kite had landed, or where the current had carried it... If Jiang Xia's guess was correct, the evidence they sought might already have been scattered among the bellies of countless fish.
While the young officers busied themselves outside.
Inside the house.
"That's impossible! Uncle Haga can't possibly be the murderer!" Shitara Renki finally snapped out of that long chain of deductions. Clenching her fists, she retorted, "Have you forgotten? Grandma nearly burned to death in the fire scene, and Uncle Haga was the one who rescued her—if he really were the killer, why would he risk his life to save her?! Couldn't he have just stood on the second floor with the rest of us and waited for Grandma to burn to death?! This deduction makes no sense at all! The real culprit must be someone else!"
Jiang Xia looked at her. "You're a musician too, so you should know what sound is made when G and A are pressed at the same time on a piano—it's