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My fridge is pure white, and it's a stylish latest model.

After I got married and moved to our new home,

the very first thing I bought

was this big refrigerator.

I'll use my favourite tasty food

to fill this white refrigerator.

Oh, it's lovely.

I love cooking, and this is my own refrigerator.

- It's blissful! - It's blissful!

I wish it'd continue forever!

We only have 90 minutes.

Maybe we feel blissful because it's limited.

Ichigo, the French restaurant closed after that.

Yeah, and Gourmet Daimyo's death was treated as an accident.

- Slacked off! - Shush!

- And? - What?

Maria.

Like she smells sweet...

It's important.

Although Mr Akechi is a detective,

don't you think he's involved in too many deaths?

This one is murder disguised as pulmonary aspiration,

and the poison apple murder case...

Also, his client, a housewife, killed her husband.

There are five, including the housewife.

It's very likely that someone close to him will be killed again.

Next...

it's your turn to die.

It's possible.

- Oh, no! Fifteen minutes left! - You're joking!

Let's eat...

- Keep eating. - Okay.

Oh, it's so sweet.

Mr Akechi!

I brought you cake as souvenir!

People keep giving me cakes today.

Sorry.

The cakes at the pastry shop I did the interview at

looked so good

that I've come to give him these first.

Have you?

Takahashi, sorry for making you help with the work I'm supposed to do.

Not at all.

If I can be useful to you, then it's a blissful moment.

Mr Takahashi is helping, so is there a case?

There are things I can help besides cases.

Actually,

Mr Akechi is forced to organise his high school class reunion.

He has to send emails to everyone who hasn't replied, by today.

Mr Naotsugu Hasegawa and Mr Daisuke Miyamoto

say they will attend.

The names bring back memories. Please reply for me.

Right away!

I'll put this in the fridge.

Takahashi!

I knew you'd be here.

Is there a case?

It's quiet, so quiet. It's too quiet!

What's the matter?

As you can see, I'm busy helping Mr Akechi.

There's no case, but you're on duty.

Don't sulk just because your help isn't needed.

I'd like Mr Katono's help too.

Mr Akechi?

Akechi wants my help? This is new.

If you insist, maybe I'll listen.

Tell me.

Please don't get in my way.

Takahashi, come back and organise the documents for me!

Ouch! Ow...

If you need help on your class reunion,

- please come to the CID! - Come with me.

"Mr Kazuhiro Kiritani"

Darn.

What?

I－ I'm sorry, but lunch is ready.

I'll go after giving the stop-loss order.

Stock names everywhere are in the negative.

Individual investors always suffer the most loss.

I think it's the courier.

"Keep frozen, this side up"

It's from Mum?

Mum has been sending us various things.

It saves me food expenses. It really helps.

Kazuhiro, actually...

I've said this before, but...

our fridge is full.

Kazuhiro, Mum doesn't need to send us things anymore.

Would you tell her?

You can just eat all of it.

But I don't really like the way she seasons dishes.

Japanese food is healthier.

Healthy?

These?

She added loads of soy sauce and sugar

into these pitch-black simmered dishes.

Compared to the oily pasta and gratin you're good at making,

they're much healthier.

I've had enough!

I'm sorry...

What the heck have you done?

Don't waste food.

Even children know that, but you don't?

Eat that.

Pick it all up and eat it!

"YaPoo! Counselling Room, Posted by Reizoko"

My mother-in-law sends me groceries every week.

What should I do?

"New Email. Someone answered your question."

I had gone through something similar,

so I understand how you feel very well.

Ms Reizoko.

You love your husband,

so instead of dishes cooked by his mum,

you want to cook for him yourself, am I right?

If you like, let's have a chat here.

"Maria's Room"

Oh, you're here already, dear Reizoko?

Miss Maria?

Is it 2:00 a.m. where you live? You stay up pretty late.

Lately...

No, I haven't been able to sleep at night for a long time.

It's your horrible husband's fault.

Today too, he told me to pick up the food on the floor

and made me eat it...

like a pig.

How could he?

He made his beloved wife do that?

He doesn't...

love you anymore.

He...

doesn't love me?

My poor girl.

The inside of your fridge is filled

with pitch-black simmered dishes made by an old country woman.

You're forced to eat food you don't want to eat every day.

That makes your fridge, your stomach, and your life...

the same as the rubbish bin at the kitchen's corner.

Throw them away.

Throw everything away.

Empty your refrigerator,

and wait for my next instruction.

Make my fridge...

empty.

What are you doing?

Stop it!

- Have you gone crazy? Stop! - No!

Stop it!

Hey!

What are you doing?

Calm down! What are you doing?

How can you do something so horrible?

Mum cooked them...

Mum made the dishes!

It－ It's okay.

From now on,

this fridge

will be filled with the dishes and desserts I make.

I'll divorce you.

I'm so sick of it.

Please...

Get divorced with me.

Oh, my. You've killed him already?

This knife...

I wanted to use it to cook many, many dishes, but...

The pure white dream of a housewife is covered in black stains

and is dyed red at the end.

Thank goodness, you've emptied your fridge.

Huh?

The pure white big refrigerator you love.

If you were to be killed tomorrow,

what would be the last thing you eat?

"Goro Akechi, Kazuhiro Kiritani"

Kiritani,

we haven't met in a long time,

so I'm looking forward to it.

"Episode 4"

Dressed like that?

Wearing a bolo tie to a class reunion is...

They'll think you're weird.

It isn't a problem then.

I went to an integrated boys' primary, middle, and high school.

They all know I'm weird.

You're aware that you're weird?

Wait, what? A boys' school?

A guys-only class reunion?

Whoa, so there's no passionate love

that starts at the first reunion after a long time?

There might be between men.

It's romantic in its own way.

So...

drive me to the venue.

I told you, this isn't a taxi!

"Today's Organiser"

"Sojo Gakuen High School Class Reunion"

It's weird.

It'll start soon, but Kiritani hasn't arrived.

"Kazuhiro Kiritani"

He said he'd attend in the email.

Don't answer.

No need to answer.

Now...

let's begin.

I can't leave a message?

Kiritani quit his job at the trading company

and became a day trader?

How come his wife let him?

What is his wife like?

Akechi, you attended Kiritani's wedding ceremony too, right?

Hurry up.

It takes two people to finish dissecting one grown-up man.

But－ But I can't do it.

You have to because you killed him.

It's okay.

After a man dies, he's only flesh.

First, let's start from the head.

It'd creep me out if we don't remove the head first.

Do...

Do you do this often?

By－ By Miss Maria's order...

I usually make dishes that are more refined...

though.

It's here?

"Call"

He's out, as I thought.

Kiritani, who is a serious man...

It feels like a small bone is stuck in my throat.

Excuse me.

Please go ahead.

Thank you.

Thanks.

"Kiritani"

I'll go have a cigarette.

The electric meter...

and water meter are running.

Oh, wonderful.

You can throw away rubbish throughout the day there?

That's what the extremely expensive administrative fee is for.

- What's more, it's a grinder type. - Grinder type?

"When you put rubbish in,

the cutter inside will spin and grind the rubbish.

The tank mixes and dries it.

Rubbish is kept till the next collection day,

without odour leakage."

If we dissect him and feed the parts bit by bit into it,

no one will find his dead body.

The murderers' paradise, Japan, is amazing.

The police can't do anything if there is no dead body.

Excuse me...

Can I do it?

Don't worry, you can do it.

You're good at cooking, right?

Reizoko,

this is the first dish you'll make to gain your freedom.

Chef, teach her how to cook.

Certainly.

Excuse me, I have a frozen parcel for Mr Kiritani.

I am Kiritani.

"To Kazuhiro Kiritani"

It's from Kiritani's mother?

Don't answer.

Okay.

Who is he?

Why?

Do－ Do you know him?

Miss Maria, he...

Oh, I can't believe it. What a coincidence!

Leaping various barriers,

I knew the two of us were tied together by the red thread of fate.

My love...

Adam.

First, a taxi, then courier delivery!

What am I, your carrier?

"Dear Kiritani.

Your mother's frozen parcel arrived,

- so I'm keeping it for you." - He's not listening.

"I'll keep it in the fridge to prevent it from going bad,

but if I'm hungry, I can't guarantee anything.

Please come and get it immediately.

Akechi."

"Immediately. Akechi."

Good. Send it, Ichigou Kobayashi.

It's Ichigo!

Okay, let's open this.

Whoa, it's all food!

Pickles, simmered shiitake...

What?

Pickles in their fermented rice bran bed.

Wow, it's an assortment of Mum's cooking.

He came from Niigata

and was transferred to our high school.

He stayed at the dorm,

and his mum has been sending him his favourite dishes since then.

We had this noppe very often.

But his wife must think it's annoying.

Annoying?

It'd be hell if stuff like this were sent to them often.

- Hell? - Gosh.

Look, I can't put so many things in it.

Is it hell because you can't put them in the fridge?

That too,

but if the husband doesn't stop loving his mum's cooking,

it's like hell too.

The monster called "don't waste food" comes out,

so the wife ends up eating it too.

Then it's like hell because she can't cook.

It's hell and monster, just like Halloween.

Forcing them to eat Mum's cooking

is proper harassment to her, isn't it?

Yes, that's it!

This is "kitchen harassment" by the mother-in-law!

Oh, dear.

But even I am a little reluctant to call his mum's cooking

harassment.

Why do you say that?

Because his mum's cooking

is the first time I've tried a mum's cooking.

Wow, it's the aroma of dashi stock.

If I recall, you stay at the dorm.

Did you make lunch yourself?

No...

"17 years ago"

Actually,

I just don't like the taste of the school meals,

so my mother sends me

food and dishes she made from my home in Niigata.

But it makes me embarrassed if our classmates see this.

It's the proud food culture

of the place you grew up in, isn't it?

I'm actually jealous.

Huh?

Actually...

I don't really know the taste of my mum's cooking.

Care to try?

You were touched by the taste of your first "mum's cooking"

and cried, Mr Akechi?

Why would I cry?

I was joking.

This is annoying to the wife?

Yes, it is.

The good intention of someone

may not always be good for someone else.

But even so, why would she think that it's ill-intentioned?

Then Mr Akechi,

if I travel somewhere and buy you lots of bad souvenirs－

- I'd absolutely refuse them! - Hey! I haven't finished!

It's extremely annoying.

Your argument is absurd.

- It's not an argument. - Quibble then.

An email from Kiritani.

"My Absence From The Class Reunion"

This is...

"My mum's simmered dishes...

Please throw them away for me."

It's not just a fish bone.

Maybe it's the main dish.

Ichigou Kobayashi.

What is going on?

That man Akechi who just came,

was your husband's classmate.

I got his email on the computer.

It seems they had a class reunion today.

I pretended to be your husband and replied to him.

Okay.

You're okay with this cheap one?

The jewel on the ring will get in the way when I cook.

Kazuhiro, wear yours too.

No, give me your left hand.

I'll let you sleep on my arm. Come.

What's the matter?

Somehow,

I'm remembering random stuff...

At first, we enjoyed being married so much...

We were so happy...

I'll deal with the arm. You knife can't do it anyway.

I'll go and get some fresh air.

Mrs Midori Kiritani, I presume?

Sorry for coming so late.

I am Akechi, your husband's high school classmate.

I don't think you remember,

but we had met at your wedding ceremony.

I'm a private detective.

Once I see a face, I never forget it.

Detective...

I－ I don't...

remember you.

Where are you going at this hour?

The corner shop nearby.

Actually, we had a class reunion today.

Kiritani is a serious man,

so I got worried when he didn't show up.

I came to see how he was doing this afternoon.

My husband isn't feeling well today.

I was probably in the shower and didn't hear the doorbell.

Is Kiritani home now?

If you don't mind, may I see him?

My husband

has already gone to bed.

Please tell me if you need anything.

I see.

After my visit this afternoon, I couldn't get a hold of Kiritani.

But he suddenly sent me an email.

Kiritani's mother has been

sending him food from his hometown since he was a student

and giving him support.

But he told me to throw the food away.

"Throw them away"

He wouldn't have said that.

Regarding that, I...

Well, I'm in a hurry.

If your preferences in taste are different,

it makes cooking difficult.

Because having meals together is important for married couples

until one of you dies.

What are you trying to say?

Whether the two of you are happy or not...

There is no way I can be happy...

with a man like him.

A man like him?

I've been putting up with it the whole time.

It has been always been tough.

Between you and him...

What happened?

What happened?

Just husband-wife issues.

But if there's misunderstanding between you,

you should talk about it.

I wanted to talk too!

But if he doesn't try to face it, then how?

How should I face the problem?

He doesn't listen to me.

He doesn't even look at me.

What should I have done?

What should you "have done"?

In past tense?

Please let me see Kiritani.

I refuse.

Excuse me.

Is this okay?

I have to go somewhere.

But she...

Get a warrant now?

It seems my dear friend has been involved in some trouble.

To have this main dish,

I need a sharp knife, that is, the state power.

There is no case, but you want me to search his home?

A person has gone missing.

Just because you can't get a hold of a grown-up man for a day,

who'd say he went missing?

The court probably won't issue a warrant either.

His wife is hiding something.

I want to know what happened in the flat!

Please.

I need your help.

Mr Akechi...

Well, indeed,

it's rare for Akechi to ask me a favour.

You probably have your personal thoughts on it.

Mr Katono...

Akechi...

I refuse!

Are you serious?

I see.

I can't force you.

I turned down Akechi's request!

Oh? It feels so good.

So small...

You are so small-minded!

Fine, I'm small-minded.

He looked so serious when he was looking at you.

Has Mr Akechi ever shown you that until now?

Excuse me...

Sorry about what happened just now.

I got a little worried about you.

Talk to me if you don't mind.

You would've run away if I hadn't gone there, right?

I really can't...

Recall it again.

Recall what your husband did to you.

He made you eat the rubbish on the ground.

You were treated like a farm animal.

Farm animal...

The real you is still young and beautiful.

You can turn a new leaf if you want.

Marrying a nasty husband who didn't let you cook

was a bit of a failure,

but you can have a wonderful romantic relationship again.

And this time, you'll cook delicious food

for your beloved husband.

To do that,

make the man who tortured you disappear without a trace.

You can do it.

If the dead body is gone, no one will find out it's murder.

You are the children I gave birth to in this world.

I will protect the children I love.

Every single day,

you made me eat the black rubbish.

My pure white refrigerator too

was occupied by rubbish.

You seem to have gotten over it.

Yes, now that I've gotten used to it,

I'm gradually starting to enjoy it.

By the way, Miss Maria called you Reizoko.

It's the handle I use on the online counselling room.

Reizo in Hiragana, plus "ko," meaning "child."

"Reizoko," refrigerator.

It's a pun.

I see.

Chef, Reizoko, and Ringo.

Ringo?

A criminal group with members whose names are related to food?

It's funny.

Okay, Kurukku.

Okay, Kurukku!

Yes, how can I help?

What's the matter?

I'll go and throw the head away.

Okay, Kurukku. Call Mr Akechi.

Call Mr Akechi.

"Calling Mr Akechi"

Please answer it.

My, my. What a bad girl.

You're calling him secretly.

Who are you?

Okay, who am I?

What's the matter, Ichigou Kobayashi?

Mr Akechi!

Sorry, I think they've got me.

Probably at the tower block just now.

The French chef the other day is here too!

What a surprise.

The husband here was your classmate, wasn't he, Mr Detective?

Mr Akechi, you know her?

Maria...

You realised it's me. I'm so happy.

Why are you there?

Wait－ Wait a minute.

The Maria who's always involved in cases?

What are you doing?

We've been having a little chat alone.

Miss Maria.

What's the matter?

No...

It's nothing.

Keep your nose out of it.

Let's finish it off.

You seem to be in a hurry.

Shift into top gear, please.

Hop on.

One part is done for now.

Who's here at this hour?

The Bureau of Waterworks sent me here.

The flat downstairs reported water seepage.

I'll call the management company if you aren't home.

This is bad. You'd better answer it.

Shush.

I'll open the door now.

Thanks for coming so late...

Sorry for coming at such a late hour.

What are you doing?

Mrs Kiritani, I'd like to ask something.

The cute assistant who came with me yesterday has gone missing...

I haven't seen her!

Her van is stopped at the tower block.

It's none of my concern!

Let me see Kiritani then.

My husband is out!

- Mr Akechi! - Please leave!

Don't make any sound.

Miss Maria, the private detective is outside.

He must like his assistant a lot.

But it's okay.

Just don't let him come inside the flat.

If you don't open the door, you'll ruin my Italian shoe.

Move your foot away!

- I'll call the police! - Just open it!

- I really will call the police! - You're only manipulated by Maria!

No!

No?

Miss Maria saved me.

She does this to make me free!

Excuse me, we just walked past.

I think I heard someone said she would call the police?

Did I hear it wrong?

I wish you had walked past earlier, inspector.

The private detective brought the police here.

That will cause trouble.

Run away then, Chef.

But his assistant...

Leave her there.

- And Reizoko? - Leave her.

Run away on your own.

Hello.

We're detectives passing by.

Oh, dear. Your foot...

Is that it?

Goro Akechi, you're caught red-handed for trespassing!

What did you want to steal?

By the way, my heart has been stolen.

So, madam,

we'll write a report.

Please let us come inside.

Cute little assistant...

I've made up my mind.

Someday,

in front of Goro Akechi...

I'll kill you.

If you don't want that,

disappear in front of him and me.

Madam,

what's the matter?

Okay.

Akechi, you owe me one.

You arrived too late, so my Italian shoe is ruined.

Mr Akechi, you're released on bail.

When we go in, Mr Katono, please check the bathroom.

Takahashi, keep your eyes on her.

What's going on here?

Ichigou Kobayashi.

Mr Akechi!

Ichigo!

- It hurts! - It hurts...

It hurts...

Hey, Akechi, what the heck...

Mr Akechi!

The fridge?

"Meat"

Mr Katono, what's the matter?

Where is she?

"For combustible waste"

Mr Akechi...

Thank you for saving my life.

I'll make a confession.

I...

lied to you.

You were right.

On that day...

I cried.

Not bad.

That day...

I cried after eating for the first time.

That...

You didn't have to.

You didn't have to make a confession about that.

Near where you were tied up,

there was a laptop.

Did Maria say anything to you?

Someday...

in front of Goro Akechi...

I'll kill you.

If you don't want that,

disappear in front of him and me.

Did she say something to you?

Mr Akechi...

Tomorrow's bento will have

fried chikuwa wrapped in seaweed.

Wonderful.

I failed.

I exposed my innocent assistant to danger.

I couldn't save my dear friend,

not even the murderer who killed my friend.

Mr Akechi...

I...

As a private detective, I failed.

How was the taste of the main dish this time?

Shut up!

Mr Akechi and Maria.

Between them, is there something that only they can understand?

That is...

Killer Maria's next target is...

I have found you.

Inspector Katono's daughter.

Group food poisoning

using a school meal.

I'll surely stop it.

But the Maria Family...

Game over.

"This drama is fiction"