Iwafuji Tomo, now forty-two, wore loose-fitting home clothes, went barefoot, and held a string of dark prayer beads in his hand. He was relatively short and frail, with delicate features giving him a youthful appearance, belying his actual age.
He was very pleased to see Nanahara Takeshi, as after all, Nanahara was a "famous detective" currently in vogue, which somewhat served as a lifeline. He repeatedly bowed, "I'm so glad you could come, Nanahara, I'm counting on you to handle this matter!"
Nanahara Takeshi scrutinized him carefully and returned the smile, "Please rest assured, Iwafuji, I will do my utmost to uncover the truth."
"Thank you so much, truly grateful." Despite being a wealthy "nouveau riche," Iwafuji Tomo was not arrogant. As an employer, he still kept a very humble posture and kept bowing as he spoke.
Kodaka Hiromi, lightly smiling, suggested, "Mr. Iwafuji, why don't you let Nanahara and Kiyomi inside first? He probably has many questions for you."
