Someone who had died opened their eyes again, only to be brought into a world of deductive mysteries by an unknown System. [Host, try to survive as long as you can while the world's will hunts you down!]
1. [The Possessive Mother: The Bluebird Flies Away]
"Kinu! How can you become a police officer? Don't you want your mother anymore? Kinu! Being a police officer is too dangerous. Stay by my side. I'll protect you, my good Kinu. Stay..."
The impeccably made-up woman clutched her daughter's arm, her former elegance gone.
"If staying is the only way to put your mind at ease, then I won't go." The young woman, her long hair tied back low, was calm. It was as if she were giving up nothing more than the thing she had worked toward all this time. But a deeper shadow had fallen over her mist-gray eyes.
Tsukishima Mie stared at the daughter who seemed never to oppose her and slowly let go. Bright red liquid slid from beneath her fingernails, jolting the woman back to her senses.
"Kinu, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Kinu. I was wrong. Your mother was wrong..."
2. [A Senior's Question: The Crow of Days Gone By]
"Tsukishima, after what happened last time, aren't you afraid to join this operation?" The senior from the narcotics division, nearly fifty, had a cigarette in his mouth but hadn't lit it.
The junior with mist-gray eyes looked up and answered firmly, "If you don't regret it, senpai, then I have nothing to fear either."
"Ha, you're just the same as ever." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes. After a moment, under his junior's steady gaze, he put the cigarette back in its case. But there was no undoing his past, and no changing his future. Once a crow, always a crow.
3. [Explosions and Drugs: Just the Tip of the Iceberg]
"Matsuda, there haven't even been any major bombings in Tokyo lately. Why are you out on patrol every day?" The purple-eyed young man with shoulder-length hair had just finished his shift in the First Investigation Division when he saw his childhood friend from the Bomb Disposal Unit hastily gathering his things.
The curly-haired man in sunglasses clicked his tongue in irritation. "Tch, it's those lowlifes dealing drugs. The pharmaceutical division, led by Tsukishima, chased them into a corner, and now those bastards are planting explosives in her jurisdiction. Enough talk. If we're late, those lunatics really might blow half a street into the sky."
Theme: Never give up. What happens is up to us
