What Kind of Phantom Thief of Hearts Wouldn't Be Chuunibyo?

When Tangze walked out of the theater, he saw Hirotsugu Morofushi, who had finished interrogating someone, standing before a display case illuminated by spotlights, silently gazing at the area decorated with a riot of flowers.

"How did it feel, senpai?" Tangze asked as he came to Hirotsugu Morofushi's side and looked at the exhibits as well.

This was the section Furuya Rei had set up in his theater to commemorate several fallen classmates. The first time Tangze had come here, his emotions had surged wildly because he understood what every item represented.

For Hirotsugu Morofushi, one of those involved, seeing all this must have stirred even more complicated feelings.

"If I have to say it, then as a police officer, being mourned so solemnly and praised so highly by one's colleagues and friends after death could absolutely be called a success, right?" Hirotsugu Morofushi slowly sighed. "But just now, I saw Gin wearing a cold expression while scrubbing the display cases with glass cleaner..."

"Probably because, to him, this entire Palace is trash that needs to be discarded." Tangze gave an impartial assessment. "It's only because he can't actually message the real person anymore. If Gin knew what kind of image he had here, he'd probably carry missiles over to find Mr. Furuya."

I understood the logic, but seeing Gin dressed as a janitor, standing there with that deadpan face and scrubbing the display case holding his own belongings like his parents had died still felt incredibly strange...

Hirotsugu Morofushi reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the glass counter polished to a brilliant shine and looked toward the entrance.

There, in a display case decorated like a bridal bouquet, a bloodstained toothpick had been placed solemnly amid pure white flowers, like a treasured token of love or a ring representing