"Really?" Minamoto Tamako suspected he was trying to slack off.

"Of course, it's true. He hates you so much that he'd want to bite you to death. How could he cooperate with you?" Fushimi Roku pressed further, "Can you guarantee he'll get a reduced sentence?"

"Well, sentencing is up to the judge, how can I guarantee that..." Minamoto Tamako said.

"Then what's there to talk about? If I were Kujo Hikari, I'd spit in your face." Fushimi Roku slid down, letting the hot water cover his neck.

Hmm, comfortable.

Minamoto Tamako recalled Kujo Hikari's menacing grimace, and her desire to interrogate dimmed.

But she still wanted to figure out Kujo Hikari's motive for murder, and also why Fushimi Roku said, 'It was Kujo Mutsumi who had his son commit murder.'

As a detective, the pursuit of truth never stops!

Fushimi Roku soaked for nearly twenty minutes, his skin turned as red as a boiled shrimp. When he got out of the tub, his limbs felt a bit weak.

After quickly getting dressed, he dried his hair with a towel and pushed open the bathroom door.

Minamoto Tamako had been waiting by the door, just like a cat. Seeing Fushimi Roku come out, she hurriedly approached, asking what exactly was going on.

Fushimi Roku spread the bedding, lay down, and felt something was missing. Then he remembered the tradition of drinking milk after a bath, so he waved his hand and said, "Go buy me a bottle of iced milk, then I'll tell you."

"Can't you go yourself?" Minamoto Tamako was a bit displeased. Working now without any reward, why should she run errands?

Fushimi Roku lay down, covered himself with the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "My throat is so dry, I can't talk... Oh right, no plain milk, it makes me have diarrhea easily. I want sweet milk, preferably strawberry or cantaloupe flavored."

Minamoto Tamako had no choice. After all, she needed him, so she ran to the convenience store by the slope and bought two bottles of breakfast milk.

Since Fushimi Roku wanted it iced, she scooped ice from the fridge and poured the milk and ice into a cup, making a chilled sweet milk, and brought it to Fushimi Roku.

"Here's the milk." Minamoto Tamako pouted as she spoke.

Fushimi Roku reached out for it, gulped down two mouthfuls, felt something was off, and frowned, "Why is it walnut-flavored?"

"The strawberry flavor just sold out." Minamoto Tamako licked her upper lip.

Fushimi Roku squinted but didn't call her out on it.

The walnut-flavored sweet milk wasn't bad; it had a rich, slightly sandy taste. He gulped it all down in one go, burped contentedly, and lay back down.

Minamoto Tamako knelt at his feet, looking down at him, asking, "Can you tell me now?"

Fushimi Roku lay flat on the bed, from his perspective, he could see Minamoto Tamako's hair draping around, enveloping him: "Actually, there's no other reason. Just think about what Kujo Hikari is lacking."

Minamoto Tamako pondered for a moment and said, "It seems... a child? He's forty, doesn't have a single child, it's not normal. Maybe he has fertility issues."

Fushimi Roku thought her reasoning was quirky, couldn't help but sigh, and asked again, "Besides that?"

"Seems... nothing else, right? He's so rich, he has everything he wants, what could he be lacking?" Minamoto Tamako, not understanding the deep desires of humans, couldn't answer this simple question.

"Of course, it's power."

Fushimi Roku paused, continuing, "As long as your grandfather is alive, even if he earns more money, it's the 'Kujo Family's money,' not 'his own money'... He's over forty, even entering politics, he'd need financial consortium support."

Minamoto Tamako nodded thoughtfully, but still couldn't grasp the causal relationship: "So?"

Fushimi Roku explained: "Besides the 'Family Head's' power, what else is there to pursue? From another perspective, only the 'Family Head's power' could make him do anything, to spend lavishly to avert disaster, to kill and cover it up."

Minamoto Tamako connected the dots, her face slowly turning pale: "So you think it was my grandfather who instructed him to do this? But... why? Grandfather has no motive for murder."

"True, maybe I've overthought it."

Fushimi Roku lay on the bed, saying this, but in his heart, he thought, 'That may not be the case.'

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.