A dying man suddenly sat bolt upright—turns out the Joker was me?
Sogo Doma was more baffled than anyone. "Are you sure someone told you to come here and cause trouble for some Doma or whatever?" He hadn't offended anyone lately, had he?
Wait! Could these guys have been targeting Umaru?
"Y-yes, I'm sure..." Yamamoto said. "Inukai w-was targeting the boss's wife because he happened to run into her while looking for that Doma..."
Sogo Doma: "..."
Well, if they had run into Natsukawa, that little white-haired girl, while looking for some Doma or whatever, then Umaru definitely wasn't the target. They weren't even on the same route!
EMMM...
So the other party's target...
Masuzu Natsukawa: →_→
She really had been caught in the crossfire!
Sogo Doma: "..."
Ha, haha, this was awkward. Just moments ago, he had been thinking that, no matter what, he had saved Natsukawa, that little white-haired girl's life. Yet not only had she failed to repay him, she had even wanted to offer herself to him—cough, cough, no, she had used him as a shield. He had originally intended to stand on the moral high ground and give her a fierce scolding, but who would've thought...
The Joker really was himself!
No, he had to change the subject. "Who sent you?"
"I think his name was Kumaichi Kishibe..."
Sogo Doma: "..."
Who was that? Why would someone he had never even heard of send people to cause him trouble...
But just as he was thoroughly perplexed, Masuzu Natsukawa beside him instinctively said, "Kumaichi Kishibe from the Art Club?"
The moment she spoke, Sogo Doma glanced at her. "You know him?"
"So the boss's wife knows him..." Yamamoto added.
"..." Masuzu Natsukawa hesitated for a long while before saying, "He confessed to me..."
Sogo Doma: -_-