As his vision plunged into darkness, Fushimi Roku reacted instinctively. He swung his right hand fiercely, and the fruit knife shot like an arrow, aiming at the spot where Miyazaki Shizuka had stood, directly pointing at her throat—half a second later, Fushimi Roku realized that Minamoto Tamako was still beside him, and he was committing murder right in front of her.
But that wasn't important.
What mattered was that he didn't hear the sound of the fruit knife piercing the throat, instead he heard the sound of the knife tip stabbing into a wooden board.
If Nishino Fuyu hadn't lied, then Miyazaki Shizuka was well-prepared—she surely knew what it meant for the police to search the Nishino siblings' house, so she brought a sack and anesthetic gas.
Fushimi Roku didn't intend to tangle with her too much. As long as there was a bit of light, allowing him to vaguely see the outline of Miyazaki Shizuka, he was confident he could incapacitate her within two seconds.
