Jiang Xia lowered his head to glance at the photo. An image from last night flashed through his mind: Watanuki Tatsuzo being huffed and puffed onto a car by the Peripheral Members.
He decisively waved the image away and shook his head.
After thinking for a moment, he followed a Detective's usual habits and asked, "When was the last time you saw him?"
"Last night." The police officer put away the photo and sighed. "After Officer Yamamura told the witnesses to go back and rest, we stopped monitoring them. But just now..."
At that, he hesitated, clearly feeling that some information was inconvenient to share with ordinary onlookers.
But then again, what kind of ordinary onlooker was a Detective?
The young officer quickly finished hesitating. Leaning close to Jiang Xia, he lowered his voice mysteriously, with the air of someone saying, "I'm only telling you this, so don't tell anyone else," and said:
"Not long ago, someone made an anonymous call to Officer Yamamura and told him that Watanuki Tatsuzo was very likely the murderer. The bloody mark left on the victim's Notebook beside 'April 1' wasn't from accidentally grabbing it. It was clearly referring to the surname 'Watanuki'—Watanuki Tatsuzo.
"So we hurried to his room, only to find that Watanuki Tatsuzo had disappeared. He hadn't checked out, and all his luggage was still there, but he himself had vanished into thin air... The officer sent some people to search nearby and had me and several others ask the guests if they knew anything."
"I see." Jiang Xia nodded, his gaze softening as he looked thoughtful. In truth, he was not thinking about anything at all. He was merely putting on a thoughtful expression, pretending he really had not seen Watanuki Tatsuzo since last night.
The officer did not think