After pondering it for a while, he still couldn't make sense of it. Far too many people had come to the island recently, and to keep potential criminals from feeling constrained, Hashimoto Maya hadn't installed much surveillance around the island—aside from his own office area, which was covered from every angle, the surveillance elsewhere was on par with most places in Tokyo.
As a result, although he suspected someone had casually made off with his props, he couldn't identify the suspicious person for the time being.
"Still, a few of them are highly suspicious..."
Hashimoto Maya narrowed his eyes as several suspicious, detestable faces flashed through his mind.
While the police busied themselves searching for evidence.
At the Shitara Family home.
Shitara Renki watched the officers bustling about outside, then looked at the house that had suddenly become empty, and fell briefly into a daze.
Not long ago, this had been a Musical Family spanning three generations.
But now, of the three brothers at the top and their wives—six people in all—only one remained alive.
Below them, in the second generation, there had only been two people, and Uncle Haga had killed her father.
Then came the third generation, which consisted of only her.
In other words, aside from her, the only family member left was her grandfather, who had late-stage lung cancer. Frightened, furious, and badly shaken, he was wheezing and coughing like an old bellows as the Ambulance crew carried him onto a stretcher for emergency treatment. It looked like he wouldn't be able to rely on her for company either...
Had she become completely alone?
"Am I dreaming?" Shitara Renki viciously pinched her thigh. The pain brought tears streaming down her face, and she threw her arms around the housekeeper and wailed.
Haibara Ai sighed and