"Two bombs, set to detonate at noon and 3:00 p.m. tomorrow! Judging from the previous case, the threat is highly credible! In addition to putting everyone on alert, search any suspicious individuals immediately..."
The voice from the radio continued without pause, and as Miwako Sato sped down the empty road, her mind filled with echoes from the past.
"Oh—you use the keepsake left behind by your fallen father as a good-luck charm."
"Hey, Matsuda, give it back already! I don't want to hear any of that crap about how you have to let go of the past before you can move forward!"
"No, you shouldn't forget. Whether you move forward or not is up to you."
"Huh?"
"If even you forget him, then wouldn't your father truly be dead?"
That was right. She would not forget. Even if she moved forward, it would only be after teaching certain pieces of trash a painful lesson...!
Matsuda Jinpei sat among the audience with Tangze, his face dark as he watched the performance unfolding in the center of the venue.
This was one of the checkpoints along the route through Motohashi Yoji's Palace. Before entering this gaudy tent, Matsuda Jinpei had never imagined he would see something like this.
It resembled an ordinary circus tent used for animal shows at amusement parks. A ring of seats surrounded the venue, while a circular platform had been left open in the middle for performers to enter and exit, separated from the audience by tall railings.
The arena had indeed been fitted with acrobatic equipment and performance props just like a normal circus, so even after sitting in the shadows with Tangze, Matsuda Jinpei had not anticipated what kind of show they would witness.
Then this downright bloody performance thoroughly revealed Motohashi Yoji's malice.
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