Nanahara Takeshi stood in the empty living room, his expression serious. He squinted in contemplation, and at first glance, one might think he had encountered the Black Mountain demon, racking his brain for a plan to exorcise the evil spirit, or as if he had come across a psychopathic serial killer, focusing all his mental power on figuring out who the criminal was. A moment's delay could mean the possibility of adding another innocent victim.
How strange and odd, where are the valuable treasures?
Kiyomi Liuli watched him with a Tibetan Fox's impassive expression, thinking this guy was truly beyond help, going nuts at the mere suspicion of "treasures," searching with such undivided attention, even more carefully than he had with a previous dismemberment case. He was just short of bringing in an excavator to overturn the house in order to examine the foundations.
Unable to contain herself, she said, "How long are you planning to search? It's already afternoon!"
