The anonymous chat window displayed a message from Robert.
The screen glowed blue in the dim dorm room.
The message contained just one sentence.
[If you don't reply, I'll take that as your consent.]
The words remained on the screen for three seconds before it automatically went dark.
Kannazuki stood by the window without turning on the lights.
He found this rather tricky.
He took out his phone and unlocked the screen.
The threatening words in the anonymous chat window were still glaringly clear.
Harrison was a member of the House of Representatives.
He wasn't on Kira's execution list.
Kannazuki's thumb hovered over the keyboard.
His eyes held no warmth.
He knew why Robert was losing his mind.
Robert's daughter had gone missing.
An underground network operating under the guise of a charitable foundation had assigned her a merchandise number and sold her.
The highest-ranking protector behind that foundation was Congressman Harrison.
Killing him made sense.
But there was an enormous risk between making sense and being safe to kill.
Harrison wasn't some street-level drug dealer.
He was a sitting congressman and a key member of the Judiciary Committee.
He received extensive media coverage every day.
If a political heavyweight like him suddenly died of cardiac arrest in his office,
the FBI would undoubtedly launch an investigation within twenty-four hours.
As a former federal prosecutor, Robert had once pursued the Harrison case relentlessly.
There was a clear, publicly known personal grudge between them.
Once the FBI worked backward from the motive,
Robert would definitely be their prime suspect.
If Robert came under investigation,
the likelihood of the torn page being exposed would increase dramatically.
Once that page was exposed,
the official investigation would instantly narrow from supernatural phenomena to a specific physical medium.
As soon as they confirmed that a