Actually, at this moment, Sakata Yusuke hadn't managed to kill everyone he wanted to kill.
…In other words, he still had some residual murderous aura clinging to him.
Jiangxia Tongzhi gave him a glance. Then another, more scrutinizing look. He was a little concerned.
But in the end, this was someone else's turf. If he beat up the Osaka police officers who were out to avenge their father… well, it just felt a little wrong in his heart.
Besides, if he really did that, and then wanted to come back to Osaka for future cases, the local police might end up disliking him, which would drastically increase the difficulty of picking up ghosts here…
Jiangxia thought of all the juicy future cases that would take place in Osaka, glanced at the four shikigami squatting by Sakata Yusuke's legs, and silently comforted himself: Brother Sakata has contributed a lot already.
In the end, he lowered his gaze and walked to a spot where Sakata Yusuke couldn't see him—physically blocking his line of sight and cutting off temptation at the source.
Sakata Yusuke, noticing Jiangxia's sudden repositioning: "!"
...There's no mistaking it—it's definitely him!
But in Sakata Yusuke's eyes, Jiangxia avoiding his gaze could only mean one thing: the Tokyo detective had not only seen through his method of murder but had also unraveled the motive behind it.
Now, Jiangxia was clearly upholding justice in his mind, but he couldn't bear to expose Sakata, so he chose to silently look away out of sympathy.
Moved by this imagined compassion, Sakata Yusuke lowered his head with a sense of admiration. He decided to lose with dignity. With a sigh, he poured out the motive and full story behind the murder.
Inspector Otaki stared in mild confusion at his colleague, who was now passionately confessing the entire process of the crime without the slightest reservation.
From Otaki's perspective, the only leads they had were: "Sakata Yusuke's father died under strange circumstances," and "the deceased were all former students of Sakata's father." Clearly suspicious, but not exactly solid evidence.
Just now, when they had ambushed Sakata Yusuke in the DMV, they had only intended to take his gun as a precaution.
But Sakata Yusuke confessed immediately. Like—what?
Otaki blinked, then suddenly remembered how Sakata Yusuke had been staring at something just before the confession.
He followed Sakata's earlier line of sight… and saw Jiangxia standing by the window.
The young Tokyo detective leaned silently against the wall, gazing out the window. His expression was calm, but there was a certain melancholy to his posture.
Otaki had an epiphany: Sakata must've realized he couldn't hide anything from Jiangxia, so he just gave up and confessed?!
With that realization, the rest of the room also shifted their gazes toward the same window.
The air instantly filled with a strange pressure.
What a terrifying aura…
Jiangxia, meanwhile, was solemnly mourning the departure of that lingering murderous intent. But after a moment, he noticed the room had gone strangely quiet.
Suspicious, Jiangxia turned back to glance over his shoulder—only to see everyone staring at him in wide-eyed awe. None of them said anything, but from their faces, it was clear they were all thinking the same thing:
So scary…
Jiangxia: "…?"
…
The next day, Hattori Heiji escorted the guests to the train station.
As soon as Jiangxia disappeared from view, he couldn't help but breathe a deep sigh of relief. He turned and looked up at a 45° angle—the classic "anime sky shot."
Ah… Osaka without Jiangxia… even the sky feels bluer.
Hattori was just beginning to plan out his post-case fun when a pair of squinting eyes locked onto him with alarming intensity.
He jumped. "...Dad?"
Hattori Heizo nodded, fixing his son with a stare.
After the serial murder case was resolved, Hattori Heizo had taken time out of his packed schedule to meet the visiting Tokyo detectives.
And during that visit, he'd keenly noticed that his usually cocky and unshakable son had been behaving very… oddly around Jiangxia Tongzhi.
More specifically, he seemed to be avoiding him like the plague.
Heizo narrowed his eyes and barked, "What's going on with you? Why didn't you personally look after the guest you invited?"
Hattori Heiji: "..."
I never invited him! No one did! Ghosts know how Jiangxia keeps showing up…
Heizo frowned at his son's silence, his gaze growing heavier with suspicion.
From his perspective, Heiji had always had a knack for deductive reasoning—but at times, his attitude was too reckless and overconfident. It put both himself and others in unnecessary danger.
Now, finally encountering a peer more skilled than himself, rather than stepping up to learn, his son was busy hiding.
Unacceptable.
*Goal #1: Top 200 fanfics published within the last 31 - 90 days by POWER STONES.
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