Fushimi Roku's mind flashed to that young man's face.
He still remembered Abe Rokuro's appearance: his face a little round, mouth not too big, and his gaze was very clear when looking at people, the type that seemed easily deceived.
Hadn't that guy just been promoted?
Hadn't he finally become a Criminal Police officer?
Fushimi Roku thought it was some accident; he put down the phone, feeling sentimental... Just recently, Rokuro was still helping him tail people. How did he suddenly die?
Life is truly unpredictable.
He called Watanabe Shun, wanting to discuss the matter in detail, but Watanabe Shun didn't answer, and didn't reply to texts either.
Drunk again?
Fushimi Roku sat on the toilet in the bathroom stall shaking his leg, with a bad premonition in his heart.
When he left Tokyo, he had vaguely guessed something might happen there. Now, as the signs showed, he didn't want to hear any bad news at his wedding.
