Tōru Adachi

After Tangze was sent back to the room, Hirotsugu Morofushi was naturally the one dragged out for a talking-to.

Tangze casually shoved the thick file folder in his hands into Matsuda Jinpei's arms.

The moment Matsuda Jinpei opened the folder, a police ID booklet slipped out from among the documents. He swiftly caught it and flipped it open.

"Is this the identity I'll be using from now on?" Matsuda Jinpei opened the police ID and instinctively looked first at the photo on the information page.

It showed a man clearly in his late twenties, with black hair and black eyes, slightly messy short hair, and sharply defined features. Dressed in a police uniform, he perfectly matched most people's image of a young police officer—the kind who could blend into the officers of the First Investigation Division without standing out at all.

His rank was about the same as Matsuda Jinpei's had been when he died: Police Sergeant, assigned to the Criminal Affairs Department's Criminal Affairs General Affairs Section. Judging from the information alone, it was difficult to tell whether he was a frontline detective or an administrator handling personnel matters.

"A police officer?" Matsuda Jinpei frowned. "Wouldn't it be too dangerous to give this identity to me?"

He had indeed been a police officer... well, he had once been one. Even until yesterday, he had still considered himself one and believed he had done a decent job of it. He certainly could play the role well. But precisely because he had been a cop, and because he had left deep impressions of varying degrees on colleagues across different departments, such a false identity would be easy to expose if placed on him.

Matsuda Jinpei had died in front of so many people, falling from dozens of meters in the air.