"What's up... Hahaha!"
Ookubo Eiji just chuckled, scratching his head awkwardly, and said, "It seems Detective Hanamaru doesn't remember me, huh."
Hanamaru Yugetsu frowned deeply, staring at him for a few more moments.
Completely unfamiliar, absolutely unfamiliar.
Or rather, it left no impression at all.
He had caught so many people with his second brother back then, and apart from a few particularly memorable ones, he'd forget the rest just after a few days.
Ookubo Eiji somehow produced a shiny small knife from somewhere, leisurely trimming his nails at the bar, "Detective Hanamaru, you've no idea how many of my businesses you've messed up, how could you forget so easily?"
Business...
Despite drinking, Hanamaru Yugetsu could only recall fragments even if he tried hard to remember.
This guy... Seems familiar, but he couldn't remember exactly who he was.
But under the dim, flickering neon lights in the bar, Hanamaru Yugetsu caught sight of the watch on his wrist.
