In the wee hours of the morning, the night was deathly quiet.
In a dark Tokyo park, where no human shadows could be seen, a dim streetlight illuminated a long bench where Edogawa Renju sat, lost in thoughts and smoking a cigarette amidst internal anguish.
Scenes of his past interactions with Heize Tian'an flashed through his mind like a movie, finally pausing on the face of his friend who died with eyes wide open.
Edogawa Renju shut his eyes, his expression one of agonizing pain.
He would be tormented by his conscience forever—unless he decided to abandon it. But if he discarded his conscience, what was the point of taking down Aoyama Xiu Xin? Why not just switch sides?
"Tap, tap, tap—"
Along with the sound of light footsteps, Nakamura Tatsuyuki, clad in a beige trench coat, approached. From afar, he called out, "Renju-san, calling me out this late, could it be that Aoyama Xiu Xin has made a move?"