Winning at Messing with Everyone's Head

A murder case that should have been wrapped up quickly had suddenly turned into a bombing incident requiring an emergency evacuation. Juzo Megure's emotions wavered slightly, but he remained composed.

When accidents kept happening, they stopped being accidents. It was simply inevitable that something unexpected would happen.

After spending so much time being tempered by detectives, he had developed the right mindset. As far as he was concerned now, this was exactly the kind of moment a police detective needed to handle and face.

"Miss Nakazawa." Watching the officers set up police tape outside, he calmly looked at the maid, who had just been handcuffed and was still staring blankly at the residence. "You had already made up your mind to kill Kurokawa Daizo. Was there really any need to make such a huge spectacle?"

"I didn't plant them!" Manami Nakazawa, who had been staring dazedly at the mansion, immediately widened her eyes and protested.

"Didn't you kill someone because you had a grudge against the Kurokawa family?" Inspector Megure let out a surprised sound. The sudden bomb warning had interrupted the investigation before he could hear the whole story, and he had only managed to hear half of the culprit's motive.

"Didn't I tell you already? My husband died on Kurokawa Daizo's operating table, and the hospital refused to admit it was a medical accident caused by that bastard Kurokawa..." Manami Nakazawa said stiffly, her expression cold. "I did want to take my anger out on the hospital, since it's Kurokawa Hospital, their family business. But even if I wanted to do something, there was no way I had the means to get explosives."

To be fair, that was true.

Standing outside with the evacuated crowd, Tang Ze nodded.

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