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Nanahara Takeshi introduced himself, sat on the sofa holding a teacup, smilingly stated his purpose, and Kojo Maki repeated what she had told the police before, finally regretting, "That car just sped past me at that moment. I remember thinking how dangerous it was to drive so fast in the city, but I only glanced at it. Now all I remember is that it was white, a van type of vehicle; I can't recall anything else."
Nanahara Takeshi smiled and said, "Actually, one glance is enough, Mrs. Kojo. The human brain is quite amazing; sometimes it can remember much more than we think it can. If you don't mind, I can help you recall, and please rest assured, it's completely harmless."
"Of course, what should I do?" Kojo Maki asked immediately.
"Please stand up, would you mind taking my hand?"
Kojo Maki, nearly forty years old and not from feudal times, of course, didn't mind, gently grasped Nanahara Takeshi's hand, and cautiously asked, "Then what?"
