Brashot. Not as good, but not bad.And our reward for solving the puzzle is a pantyshot. Well, I'll take it.
D. Mori and Sakaki are engaged in serious discussion at the nearby bar, cigarettes and wine in hand.
Look, if it was truly they'd have cigars.D. Mori and Sakaki are engaged in serious discussion at the nearby bar, cigarettes and wine in hand.
Sold. C D>C
We can't be Zhang Jue bro, we can't.I dunno. Mori quotes philosophers, knows martial arts, reads newspapers has deep discussions over wine and cigs (beggars can't be choosers here), that makes him Zhang Jue
Wait, where does it say he knows martial arts? Are you confusing him with Sakimura, by any chance?I dunno. Mori quotes philosophers, knows martial arts, reads newspapers has deep discussions over wine and cigs[...]
Detective Mori knows many things.Just before you reach Mori, he whirls around with startling speed. You are almost wrenched off your feet as he grabs the collar of your T-shirt in a vise-like grip. “Ah, it’s you, Shinoseki. Don’t creep up on me like that. You spooked me,” he drawls a second later. You sense no camaraderie in his tone of voice. For a moment, you thought that he was going to hurl you over his head in a judo flip. Mori lets you go, patting your shoulders paternally. “What is it that you want?”
That would be a pretty big coincidence, that the son of the detective have gone missing. I mean, it could happen. But it is far more likely that he is a hired hand.Or maybe his son?