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Chapters 3770 & 3783 [The Tug-of-War of the Passersby Mutual Aid Association] Requesting monthly votes (`)

The candy magician, who had suddenly betrayed two of his colleagues, snorted: "Am I wrong? Maeda, you look like a very independent and tough guy, but you actually borrowed a lot of money from the store manager and haven't paid it back yet."

"And Fujino, relying on the popularity brought by 'Cake Prince', you have always wanted to start your own business, and you argue with the store manager all day long because of this."

“Outsiders don’t understand these things, but everyone in our shop knows! It wouldn’t be surprising if either of you killed the shop manager.”

The Cake Prince couldn't help but say, "I'm probably not the only one who argues with the manager all day long—do you think you're the only one who knows other people's business and others don't know yours?"

The candy magician's expression changed slightly.

Inspector Megure pulled out his notebook and happily scribbled away nearby: It's probably the pressure from Brother Jiang Xia that makes the suspects start attacking each other every time, without the police having to use any techniques.

The evidence came pouring out like a fountain!
However, seeing that the flow had become blocked halfway through, Inspector Megure had no choice but to manually clear it. He then asked, following up on what the Cake Prince had said, "Tell me more about it?"

The Cake Prince couldn't stand it anymore and pointed to the candy magician next to him: "This woman is very confident in her skills and firmly believes that she can conquer all the audience with just the taste. She has never been willing to put effort into embellishment."

"The store manager knew the importance of packaging and insisted that she make candies that looked good rather than focusing on taste. That's how she gradually gained popularity. But she still kept fussing over the taste of the candies and argued with the store manager every few days."

“I remember that shortly before the store manager died, she had a very heated argument with him, which I could hear from outside.”

Inspector Megure nodded repeatedly: Crimes of passion are quite common, especially since this female shop manager was hit on the back of the head from behind—she was killed right after an argument, so the person she was arguing with is obviously a prime suspect.

At this moment, two police officers who were collecting evidence strolled over, looking at the three suspects with anticipation.

After watching for a while without hearing them say anything, I tried to smooth things over like Inspector Megure: "Besides the three of you, has anyone else argued with the manager? — Like that curly-haired man in black wearing sunglasses or something..."

"Oda!" Officer Sato, who was also listening to the evidence, couldn't help but give each of them a whack when he heard this. "What are you suspecting out of the blue? Matsuda... I mean Kurosawa, he can't even speak right now, how could he possibly be arguing with the manager!"

Officer Oda and his colleagues covered their heads, their faces full of resentment: What do you mean you can't speak? Weren't we chatting and laughing happily before? Why do you suddenly stop talking when it comes to a case? —Suspicious, even more suspicious!

……

"The power of love is terrifying; they actually guessed the right person by sheer luck." Outside, Hashimoto Maya listened and shook her head inwardly. "Fortunately, Lord Uzo never leaves any evidence behind—he doesn't even need to go to the point of verifying the evidence; the police have already eliminated any suspicion within their ranks."

"However, when it comes to evidence..."

Hashimoto Maya seemed to remember something and looked at the security camera at the luggage storage area from afar, muttering to herself, "Am I just imagining things? Why does this camera seem to be moving around... Is it broken?"

In the mini-program behind the camera.

Chianti voiced her discontent: "[What the hell are you filming? -- Who wants to watch these employees catching thieves? Where's Uzo? Where are those unfortunate guys he's controlling?]"
Vodka didn't type anything, but just snorted coldly through the screen: "This godforsaken place only has this one surveillance camera, where am I supposed to find a way to change the footage for you? Speaking of which, with only so few surveillance cameras, they still dared to build such a beautiful garden and mansion... They really deserve to be targeted by Uzo."

Just as he was muttering to himself, Chianti voiced another complaint: "[Stop shaking the camera! Although I don't get motion sickness in 3D, your filming technique is disgusting.]"
Vodka paused, startled: [I didn't shake it, I just wanted it to face the dessert shop.]
But upon closer inspection, the lens is now moving back and forth...

“Something’s not right.” Vodka quickly realized the problem. “Either the program is malfunctioning, or… there’s another group manipulating the camera!”

Moreover, they were a rather arrogant group of people. They weren't satisfied with the footage and insisted on adjusting the camera to the angle they wanted to see.

Vodka hissed, immediately cut off the video feed, and exited.

Chianti reacted quickly: [What? You're going on strike?]
"That idiot!" Vodka was so angry that he spat out a strand of ice cream. "We, the Passersby Mutual Aid Association, are hiding behind the scenes, with concealment as our top priority. Instead of retreating when they just started setting up, are we going to have an electronic tug-of-war and wait until they realize we're there before we retreat?"

He quickly retreated to a safe area before pondering, "Who on earth is spying on me with a camera?"

……

On the other side, there's Kazami Yuya.

"Is this camera broken? Why is it turning out when it's not filming the luggage storage area properly?"

He got up to pour himself a glass of water, and when he came back, he found that the camera, which should have been focused on the suitcase in the luggage storage area, had somehow shifted far to the other side.

He tapped on the keyboard and brought the camera back, but then encountered another obstacle along the way.

After a moment of confusion, Kazami Yuya subconsciously repeated the action.

This time, everything was finally fine. The camera obediently returned to the starting point and continued to focus on the blind box that had been stolen once and then reappeared in the same spot.

“It’s this suitcase.” Kazami Yuya contacted Amuro Tooru. “When the two late informants arrived at the luggage storage, they didn’t know our progress and thought the plan was still stuck at the ‘stealing the suitcase’ step. They asked me if I wanted to steal it.”

"That's when I realized that after we took the firework box, there was another box that had appeared in the same spot."

After a pause, Kazami Yuya couldn't help but whisper, "Mr. Furuya, could it be that there were originally two identical boxes here, and we just took the wrong one?"

"No." Amuro Tooru's face was dark, dark in every sense of the word. Recalling the overwhelming explosion of fireworks and gunpowder just now, he said irritably, "That box was a trap set by someone."

Kazami Yuya was thrown into confusion: "Who exactly is targeting us? Could it be Hashimoto Maya and his gang? No, that gang seems to be the police..."

Amuro Tooru sighed and vigorously wiped his face: "From now on, you and those informants don't need to worry about what's happening at the amusement park anymore. Your main task is to hide yourselves well."

"As for the suitcases in the luggage storage area..."

Thinking of the missing Jiang Xia, and considering that he himself was responsible for 90% of the reasons for her disappearance, Amuro Tooru gritted his teeth and could only say, "I'll go and see for myself."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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