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Yosano licked her lips.

"I-isn't that a bit rash...?" Tanizaki said, looking perturbed. "And in any case, Yosano-
san, that newspaper is from two months ago. It's old news. Even if you went now, there wouldn't
be any smell of burnt crab."

"Oh, you're right." Yosano frowned at the date on the newspaper. "I wonder who would
leave an old newspaper out in a place like this. Sheesh-And here I've been waiting for this
amount of casualties for so long. I was going to help out the autopsies by chopping up the living
and the dead alike."

Yosano ruefully cast aside the old newspaper.

"Urn, dead people are one thing, but cutting up the living with a hatchet is a bit..."
Tanizaki said with a troubled expression. As someone who was always being chopped apart
himself, he felt considerable compassion for the victims.

"Grilled crabs are one of the treasures of this world," Dazai commented, somewhat
changing the topic.

"Oi, Dazai," Kunikida said in a low voice, who had until that moment been silent.
"Enough with the talk about crabs. What about the meeting? Didn't you say a while ago that you
called everyone to the conference room? Besides Yosano-sensei, it doesn't look like anyone else
is going to show up."

"Hmm," Dazai said, turning his head to look at the clock. "I called everyone already, but
I guess all of our investigators are just selfish. We might just have to wait a little longer."

Kunikida crossed his arms and looked at Dazai.

"I don't want to hear the Crown Prince of Selfishness calling everyone selfish," Kunikida
said with a frown. "And even though you call this a meeting, have you even decided how the
proceedings will go?"

"Yes, of course. I planned everything out so that Kunikida, the Prime Minister of

Planning, couldn't complain."