Kensaka Takataro sat on the chapel's long bench, surrounded by a sea of people.
The curtains were tightly closed, and the surroundings were dimly lit, filled with a symphony of murmurs.
Kensaka Takataro could understand the mood of the others. He too harbored a complex emotion, unable to resist crossing his arms and shaking his leg, glancing around nervously.
Two days ago, his first reaction upon receiving the invitation was to think it was just a prank.
It wasn't until he boarded a private plane, arrived at the Hokkaido Police Academy, and sat inside the freshly completed chapel, inhaling the faint trace of formaldehyde wafting in the air, that he truly believed this wasn't a prank.
There really was a couple who invited all of Japan's famous detectives and renowned authors to their wedding—not with a red carpet, not with toasting speeches, nor with a banquet, but to solve a murder case.
