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Ron! Are you here?

METEOR SHOWER...

Hi, Toto.

Do you have a case?

Something's up with your eyes!

Why do your eyes look like that?

I got too engrossed in a modern convenience.

Huh?

A fantastic canvas filled with people, sceneries and dreams.

Just say TV!

Lies, Truth, or Something Supernatural!

LIES, TRUTH, OR SOMETHING SUPERNATURAL!

Today's live broadcast has begun!

Lies, Truth, or Something Supernatural!

I am your host, Onoyako.

In this program, psychics and neurosurgeons battle

as we investigate psychic abilities.

The one to showcase his abilities is your favorite, Mr. Torage.

His opponent is a neurosurgeon known for her "miracle hands"...

Huh?

Dr. Mofu, we're live.

Oh? Already?

Please look at the camera.

She's gravely injured?

She has more bandages than last time.

- I'm sorry. - Doctor, your face...

I was cutting an apple and the knife bounced back.

I'm sorry, I'm not good at bandaging.

Dr. Mofu is strange, so it makes things fun.

Is she really an expert surgeon?

She's a world-renowned doctor, capable of performing precision brain surgery

down to the 0,001-millimeter level.

Ow!

My chin got caught when I tried adjusting my mic.

Ow!

She's way too clumsy!

Well then, Mr. Torage.

What ability will you show us today?

It's finally time for me to get serious.

I will control the brain with nothing but written words.

That sounds fun!

You got this, Torage!

Do you believe in psychic abilities, Ron?

Not at all.

Huh? Then why do you cheer him on?

If psychic abilities were real, solving cases would be even more fun.

The mysteries would be even more complex and fun.

I bet you're the type to simply believe it and go, "Wow!"

I'm not that simpleminded. Don't make me sound silly.

If my abilities do not work on you,

I will present you with 100,000 yen.

- Who wants to try? - Me! Me!

Then, the man in the white hoodie.

Yes! I'm gonna get that 100,000 yen!

Just to make it clear, what I am about to do is not hypnosis.

I will control his brain directly using words on the board.

The test subject is wearing

noise-canceling headphones prepared by the studio.

He cannot hear anything.

But the second he sees this word...

My body...

No way!

Wow!

He's jumping, just like the word told him to.

Everyone, a round of applause for Mr. Torage!

Next up, this word.

No matter what he wants to do, his brain will follow the command.

Seriously?

Wow! Wow!

He started running!

Do the words really control his brain?

I wonder if Dr. Mofu will notice.

Huh?

He is mocking neuroscience.

Let's hear Dr. Usaki's counterargument.

Was this man really chosen randomly?

Huh?

Of course. What is your reason to doubt that?

Just like fingerprints, people's movements cannot be altered.

I used a biological motion analysis app to observe the subject,

and the results show that he has been used as a test subject before.

He is a paid audience member hired by Mr. Torage.

She did notice.

It was a setup?

Here's the proof!

It's too cracked to see!

Don't these usually slip out of your hands into the path of an oncoming dump truck?

Not really, at least for me...

Stop with the false accusations.

If this word manipulates his brain, will you believe that this is not fake?

Huh?

The word on the board is "death"!

How about it, Dr. Usaki?

Will you believe me if the subject dies?

Of course he won't die.

That is my answer.

Oh, my...

In that case...

He is dead.

- Oh no! - Stop the broadcast!

Call an ambulance!

Insert the caption!

PLEASE WAIT A MOMENT

There's no way...

It was a live broadcast. No time to dilly-dally.

Oh, Mr. Isshiki.

We confirmed the death of the man, so we've secured the area.

Thank you.

Who is he?

I am Kamoji Shallowfan.

TORAGE

I'm a bandwagon fan of Torage.

Then you definitely can't come in!

He's an expert here to help with the investigation.

Excuse me.

I'll avenge you, alright?

Who is that?

Oh, Torage! I saw you on TV.

And you are?

A bandwagon fan of yours.

Stop saying "bandwagon"! And stand up!

Why is a fan of mine here?

I'm sorry.

I wanted to ask you something.

Don't be rude.

How did you kill him?

That's really rude!

It's a normal question.

It is not!

He's entertaining.

My psychic abilities killed him.

But with current laws and science, you cannot punish me.

He's admitting to murder?

If the cause of death is supernatural, we can't arrest him.

You really are amazing!

Can you sign this for me?

That's my notebook!

A small piece of paper like this?

I am a bandwagon fan after all.

Do you have a pen? You can use the one you used on the board.

What?

After I've signed this, leave.

It's too thick to read.

That's because he's mad!

If the neurosurgeon had believed in my powers,

I wouldn't have needed to go to such extremes.

Isn't she the one who should be punished?

That's...

I'm Shikata, Dr. Usaki's assistant at the hospital.

She's completely down in the dumps.

No one thinks the murder is her fault.

No.

As someone involved in medical treatment,

I am responsible for letting someone die before my eyes.

Dr. Mofu, after all this happened, do you believe in psychic powers?

I don't know.

I examined him, but the cause of death was poison.

Poison?

He had flaccid paralysis, and exhibited cyanosis...

It could be a neurotoxic poison.

Maybe pufferfish toxin or snake venom...

He had already suffered cardiac arrest before the ambulance arrived,

so it might be an even more potent botulinum toxin.

We share the same opinion.

I expected no less from you.

I figured the spots on the back of his neck could be from a poison sting.

What do you think?

I thought so too.

We're on the same page then.

Are you a doctor?

I'm a Torage fan.

You don't always have to be so honest!

If there are marks of a poison sting,

could Torage have fired a blow dart or something?

That's not possible.

He didn't do anything suspicious,

and he couldn't have aimed from that position.

And there was no one behind the test subject either.

I can't explain this no matter how hard I try!

It really doesn't seem to be humanly possible.

It must've been something supernatural...

Yay! A huge win for Torage! A huge celebration for his fans!

You're awful.

There's a reason why the doctor can't lose.

Huh?

That's why even though she operated all night,

she forced herself to come on this program...

Guess we better solve this quickly so Dr. Mofu can get some sleep.

We'll see through the magic trick and make that fake psychic take his leave.

Ron.

A magic trick?

There's nothing psychic about it.

Didn't you just say you were a fan of Torage?

I was just on the bandwagon.

The only thing I can be a lifelong fan of is the truth.

The naive, foolish Detective Isshiki will unravel this magic trick.

Not even a second after reading the board,

the test subject closed his eyes and collapsed.

Did he not even twitch after that?

Well...

When I gave him chest compressions, he suddenly began breathing again

and began to struggle.

But then he stopped breathing again...

There's no way Torage could have injected the poison

while you were giving him chest compressions.

The forensic team hasn't found any poisoned weapons either.

Psychic powers are the only likely cause of death.

No.

- I've gathered everything, Toto. - Huh?

All of the magic tricks

were inside the TV.

Your eyes are bloodshot. Here, use some eye drops.

You're so kind.

- Take care of yourself, please. - Thanks.

STUDIO NUMBER SIX

Thank you all for gathering here.

Now, I'd like to solve the murder that happened during the broadcast.

Seeing as we still have the set intact, let's reenact what happened.

- A reenactment? - Can you do that?

Dr. Usaki, would you mind acting as the subject?

Me?

I will be Mr. Torage.

To mimic all conditions,

we'll use the same board that was used on the show.

Could you please lend me the pen you used?

There's no reason to go that far.

I am not about to put up with such a farce.

Someone has died! Lend it to him.

I'm so sorry.

Maximum clumsiness...

Mr. Torage, we'll borrow this for a second!

Dr. Usaki is wearing noise-canceling headphones,

and she will act out what I write on the board.

She'll pretend to be the paid audience member.

Stop saying "paid audience member"!

What kind of an idiot would die for a setup anyway?!

Please calm down. We're going to test that now.

Okay.

This will be the first word.

That's enough.

Let's move on to the next word.

That's splendid.

As you can see, it is perfect.

Of course, she's just doing what the board says.

This is stupid. Is that detective okay?

Time for the word in question.

Dr. Usaki will stand in the same spot where the test subject stood,

and read the board the same way.

Dr. Mofu!

Please remain calm.

Dr. Usaki isn't dead.

What did you do to her?

Did you use a special mechanism?

No, this is just regular cardboard.

At that time, Torage placed the flip board on the stand once,

then picked it up upside down and showed it to the subject.

Upside down?

And this happens.

"Sleep"?!

It says to sleep.

When flipped upside down, "death" becomes "sleep."

That means...

the subject was still conscious when he collapsed.

Exactly. He merely pretended to be asleep.

The headphones blocked all sound for him,

so he kept it up even when Torage took his pulse.

So when exactly was the subject murdered?

After the broadcast was interrupted,

and people crowded around him,

Torage took advantage of the confusion to administer the poison.

So the reason he started struggling when I gave the chest compressions...

Was because the poison took a while to circulate...

He did not use psychic abilities.

Isn't that right, Mr. Torage?

That is a baseless accusation!

You haven't even found a poison needle, have you?

But we have, though.

When you were asked to sign my calendar,

I wondered why you chose to use such a thick pen.

It's because you hid the poison needle inside the fine pen tip.

He hid it there?

You're wrong.

My psychic powers are what killed him.

If you don't believe me, I will prove it to you!

Torage Psychic!

I lied. I give up.

That damn seat-filler threatened me.

He said he'd reveal my secrets if I didn't give him 90% of my earnings.

I had no choice but to kill him.

Stab yourself.

Those who make light of the lives of others

have no right to live in this world.

Oh no.

Stab yourself.

Stab... myself...

Stop it!

- Wha... - The needle...

Toto.

I'll take care of it!

It's too late.

The mark of needle...

The mark?

I completely took out the pen tip to swap it for the needle.

It wouldn't leave an ink mark.

Huh?

So... This pen...

Oh.

It's here. The poison needle pen.

Geez, Ron. I really thought I was a goner.

I'm sorry. I am remorseful.

You say that, but you're still going to nag me for new cases, aren't you?

Coming back was a mistake after all.

Huh? He's not talking back to me?

Something almost happened that couldn't be undone.

I really shouldn't be a detective.

He's really beat up about it.

Just like when we first met.

Though it's not like I don't get it.

Maybe it's time to stop with a method as dangerous as this.

Oh, Mr. Isshiki!

The bandage is stuck on the handrail.

That's almost impressive!

Thank you so much for your help today.

Ah, no...

Thanks to you, I can save a lot of patients.

Huh?

A long time ago, I lost a patient because they refused surgery,

and instead believed psychic powers would heal them.

That's why you put so much effort into this.

Your amazing deductions saved so many people.

I see.

That's right.

You cheered me up.

Thank you, Dr. Mofu.

No...

I need to go.

Oh, by the way.

I'm sorry for scaring you at the end there.

That guy has this odd thing with pressuring murderers.

Pressuring...?

Well, see you later.

I'm not sure all he did was pressure him...

Ron!

You really can't quit because of this stuff.

"This stuff"?

I almost killed you.

It was an accident, right?

If something like that happens again, and you actually end up dying...

The despair would be so overwhelming I'd lose the will to live.

Geez. Don't just decide that I'm going to die.

I'll make sure to stop you next time.

So you'd better believe in Ron Kamonohashi as well.

You love mysteries more than life itself.

You dedicated your life to investigations, yet isolated yourself for five years.

Because you care for other people's lives, right?

Toto...

Everything you do is based on valuing other people's lives.

That's the kind of person you are.

But...

Right.

METEOR SHOWER OBSERVATION

An invitation?

Watching the Leonids meteor shower at an observatory on a remote island?

What's this about?

It arrived this morning.

I don't know the sender that well,

but times like these call for a change of pace.

Until you believe in yourself, I'll come along with you.

I guess so.

Maybe it's good to take a small break from solving cases.

Besides, this remote island...

It's Nandan Island, famous for its brown sugar syrup.

Of course, that's what you care about the most!

Let's hope I have sweet dreams tonight.