"Right now, we could basically confirm that someone had their sights set on Shibuya. Shibuya hadn't been safe lately... Though saying that was no different from saying nothing."
"Yeah. The time was uncertain, the location was uncertain, and we didn't even know how broad the scope of the attack would be. With nothing but the information that 'something might happen,' it was impossible to identify the culprit."
"It wasn't even convenient to make emergency security plans. Tch, what a pain. Other than waiting for news from Mouri's side, was there no other option?"
"The clues that man had might be our last hope. Otherwise, perhaps all we could do was pray for a miracle."
The moment Tsutomu Muranaka stepped out of the conference room, he saw his fiancée standing by the doorway, staring blankly toward the desks of the First Investigation Division.
He walked over to Christina, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and asked gently, "What's wrong? You seem like you've been in a terrible mood all day."
The old injury in her right arm was tugged by his embrace. Christina instinctively frowned, then quickly rearranged her expression into its usual gentle and tender appearance.
"No, perhaps I've been at the police station too long. Having people following me around all the time makes me uneasy... What's going on over there? Did something happen?"
She pretended to ask Tsutomu Muranaka out of curiosity—just as she had subtly fished information from him countless times before, though this transition was somewhat stiff this time.
Her plans had been disrupted from every direction, and nothing had gone smoothly. She was nearly out of patience with wasting time on these police officers.
First, her plan to find the police officer named Furuya Rei had failed. Not only had Motohashi Yoji failed to draw