"What's going on ahead?" Shinichi Kudo pressed his face against the car window, watching the police cars speeding back and forth outside with a growing sense of unease.
"It's just the police," Mao Akai said, turning her head back to look at the child pressed against the glass. "Who knows, maybe there's some horrifying case up ahead—like a midnight jogger stumbling upon a forest serial killer, or campers discovering a pile of skeletons, or perhaps a returning student who suddenly vanishes..."
Her voice carried a strange, ambiguous hum that felt thoroughly eerie.
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