"How did the clues suddenly break off? Wasn't the investigation going well?"
Fushimi Roku's old problem acted up again. He spoke halfway, saw the patrol police arrive, turned around and left, taking off his shoe covers full of dog poop as he walked.
Minamoto Tamako deliberately didn't ask. She followed behind him, removed her shoe covers, and put them into a plastic bag. Japan has strict garbage classification rules; she couldn't throw dog poop into the trash can.
After they walked for a while, with a clean ear, Fushimi Roku was surprised that Minamoto Tamako hadn't bombarded him with questions.
He glanced back and saw Minamoto Tamako pressing her lips tightly, seeming to struggle hard, with a stubborn expression of 'if you don't tell, I won't ask.'
Hah, became smarter, huh.
