Inspector Juzo Megure: A Whole Floor of Dead People?

By the time Shinichi Kudo returned after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the other Ito household, Heiji Hattori and Kazuha Toyama had already had their handcuffs removed, been helped down from the attic, and were sitting on the stairs wrapped in blankets, waiting for the police.

"So it really was lawyer Misari Ito..." Ran Mouri looked at the house with its front door wide open, as well as the criminals Tangze and Tooru Amuro had lined up on the floor inside, and her mood sank.

Having nothing better to do, Tangze was arranging the thugs on platters—no, adjusting their positions, laying them flat on their backs with their hands peacefully folded over their chests. Hearing her, he looked over.

Ran Mouri naturally had her flaws. More than ten years of life had given her some setbacks, but they had not tempered her. Her personality contained much of the indecision born from innocence. She was easily moved by the suffering before her eyes and tended to overlook the deeper consequences of events...

Her image had increasingly been confined to that of a Yamato Nadeshiko. She was becoming more and more like an ordinary person trapped by convention, like a young girl who did not need to think too much and only needed to care about family and love.

What Tangze had always wanted was for her to open her eyes and judge this world with her own.

Noticing Shinichi Kudo's expression, Tangze wore a secretive smile as he turned back to arranging the bodies, while also doing his best to conceal the traces of violence he and Tooru Amuro had left behind.

Though their intentions in standing up for justice had been good, they could not make things too difficult for the police, right?

"Ran..." Shinichi Kudo stopped mid-step,