Okiya Subaru: What a Miserable Detective

(Wait, what is this...?!)

"Come on, get out and move him!" Thinking this, Tora-mura Yuji spat in disgust, opened the door, and got out, calling to the lackey beside him. The two of them had just returned from their routine inspection of the sniping spot.

They got out one after the other and first dragged out the motorcycle wedged against their tire, casually tossing the twisted wreck aside.

Then they picked up the person who was "playing dead" on the hood, about to toss him aside as well.

But as Tora-mura Yuji turned while carrying him, a glint suddenly flashed through the corner of his eye.

He looked up warily and saw a Security Monitor standing at the street corner. Its lens happened to be pointed this way, its cold black gleam reflected in his eyes. Tora-mura Yuji froze, then began cursing furiously inside.

"Wait, we can't dump him here!" Tora-mura Yuji irritably freed one hand and ran it over his buzz cut.

After thinking for a moment, he frowned and called to his lackey. "Get him and the motorcycle into the car. We'll drive farther away before dumping them—wasn't there a river near that place where we practiced sniping? Tie this guy to his damned motorcycle and throw them into the river. By the time the body floats up, we'll be long gone."

...This area was far from bustling, but people occasionally passed through.

Tora-mura Yuji knew with a little thought that if they left the motorcycle rider and the visibly damaged bike here, or nearby, some nosy passerby might see someone lying dead by the roadside and call the police.

If things came to that, all the surveillance footage around here might be pulled. Their collision would definitely be discovered, and the police would start watching them.

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