Ghosts Have No Conscience

Amuro Tooru fell silent for a moment.

...He died??

...The timing was far too perfect. Could this really have been a simple sudden death?

In an instant, countless details of the case flashed through his mind, especially the "mysterious person." His expression kept shifting.

Nearby.

Matsuda Jinpei was holding the Shikigami Jiang Xia had given him, contemplating his afterlife.

As he pondered, he suddenly sensed a wave of Coffee Flavor killing intent drifting up beside him.

Since it was nearby, he casually grabbed two handfuls.

But as he grabbed, he suddenly began wondering why his old classmate was giving off killing intent, and his movements paused slightly.

The moment he stopped, fresh killing intent surged out again.

Matsuda Jinpei hesitated for 0.1 seconds, decisively put his thoughts aside, and resumed grabbing.

...He could think anytime. His old classmate's killing intent was limited-time only—it would be gone after a while.

Coffee also suited an adult's tastes. He was quite pleased with the flavor and did not want to waste it.

Jiang Xia also noticed the killing intent drifting out beside him.

He glanced at Amuro Tooru and saw that his boss seemed to be imagining something, looking thoroughly shaken.

Xiao Bai was currently clinging to Amuro Tooru's head, conscientiously peeping.

When it saw that Amuro Tooru had not switched phone screens and there was nothing new to see, it drifted back from Amuro Tooru to Jiang Xia and muttered out its report.

Jiang Xia understood.

At the inn, the slow-witted Gunma Prefecture police had finally discovered Jinbo Daixiong's death. Previously, the police had assumed that Jinbo Daixiong, an outlaw, had stayed awake all night and failed to escape, so he was sleeping off his despair. Who knew that when they went to ask him more details about the mysterious person,