The extremely high-decibel sound just now that almost scared him to death was made by that girl.

Kudo looked up at the people present. The young lady was so frightened that she burst into tears. Her soft black hair was curled and her round almond-shaped eyes were slightly watery.

She was carrying a small leather bag, but it didn't look like it could hold much.

The other two men were also good-looking. One was about 1.75 meters tall, wearing glasses with thin rims and long, narrow eyes, and looked like a cultured person. He was the calmest of the group.

The other one was about 1.7 meters tall, with droopy eyes, looking very cowardly, and was also quite frightened.

"It's □□ poisoning." After looking at the corpse, Subaru Okiya stood up and made a conclusion.

He turned around and saw Kudo's calm eyes, without the slightest bit of surprise.

Was this expected or...have you become accustomed to it?

"Ayi, call the police right away." Subaru Okiya seemed not to notice Kudo's calmness and smiled at him comfortingly.

“……” Kudo put the drink on the trash can standing nearby, nodded, and then stared at Okiya Subaru.

Okiya Subaru:?

"Cellphone." As if seeing his confusion, Kudo reminded him considerately.

Okiya Subaru: ...Oh, he didn't give anyone a cell phone.

Subaru Okiya handed the phone to Kudo without hesitation, as if he was not the one who had just forgotten that he did not give him a phone.

He also didn't worry that Kudo would see something he shouldn't see on his phone.

How to say it.

Rich people probably have more than one cell phone. (Laughs)

Kudo took the phone, lowered his eyes and dialed the police number. He was distracted as he looked at the familiar string of numbers.

He once... stared at the string of numbers in a daze, naively believing that by pressing the dial button, he could leave that damn place.

However, he didn't press it in the end, and at the same time won himself more trust - although that little trust was no different from no trust at all.

The memories ended, Kudo's eyelashes trembled, his thumb covered the green dial key that represented hope, and his fingertips touched the cold screen, just like the hope that was extinguished at that time.

"Moshimoshi, I'm going to call the police." Kudo shook himself out of his memories and looked up at Okiya Subaru's back, who was seriously reasoning, without any expression. "Yes, it's in the park, please come as soon as possible."

"Okay." Kudo responded to the police's comfort in a low voice, and returned the phone to Okiya Subaru who happened to walk by.

"Hajime, can you see anything?" Subaru Okiya took the phone and looked at the pinhole next to the corpse's neck, as if asking casually.

The deceased was probably in his thirties and about 1.80 meters tall. It seemed that none of the three people present could have stabbed him here naturally, right?

Kudo glanced at him, his sea-blue pupils were unfocused. Even though his gaze fell on the corpse, it had nothing to do with what Okiya Subaru mentioned.

"A man of culture."

The black-haired boy replied to him immediately with an expressionless face. Although his tone was flat, he called the other person by his nickname, which felt strangely incongruous.

Okiya Subaru:???

Kudo didn't hear the answer, so he looked up and saw Okiya Subaru's expression that clearly showed he didn't understand.

Kudo: ...Alas.

The young man sighed, and Okiya Subaru saw a rare look of helplessness in his ocean-like eyes.

"These three people were in a relationship with him." Kudo looked at the dead man, and then at the three people who were obviously frozen after hearing his words.

“…???” It was obvious that Subaru Okiya couldn’t understand this unreasonable relationship.

But Kudo ignored him. He had seen such relationships many times before. In the darkness, no matter how absurd or ridiculous something was, it could take root, grow, and finally mature.