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SUMMER HOUSE

I hope you distributed all the flyers.

There was a body found nearby,
so I couldn't concentrate on that.

A body?

Yes, the police were all over the place.

What a hassle.

Why don't you turn yourself in
and tell them that you did it?

Then the cops
would probably leave quickly.

What? No way!

Well, that figures.

No one would like that.

I definitely don't want
to get caught either.

Someone died?

That explains the commotion.

Yes. Please tell us if you know anything.

I'm busy so I can't be bothered with that.

It's really troublesome
when someone dies nearby.

-It's bad PR for the beach hut.
-How can you say such a thing?!

Calm down, Doctor.

The deceased
was a surfer wearing a dry suit.

They say it's an accident.

Surfers can be such a nuisance.

-Well, it's their own fault.
-Their own fault?!

It's a common occurrence
at the beach in the summer.

It wasn't even his own suit.
It was too big.

People who sail often leave their suits
in the boathouse.

Could be one of those.

You seem to know a lot.

I'm a local, after all.

It gets cold at night
even in the summer, so he wore it to swim.

Swim?

So the surfer wasn't surfing?

Why would you think that?

Just kidding. Surfers swim too,
like any other person.

-Right.
-By the way, how did you kill him?

That was also a joke.
What a funny face you had!

You bastard!
Do you have something against me?

You're still mad
that we ran out of shaved ice?

-Of course.
-No, that's not it.

We have information that the deceased
went to see you after 10 p.m.

Could you walk us through
what you did yesterday?

You should have started with that.

At that time, I was on my way home
after finishing up here.

Then I went
to a local drinking party until dawn.

I have eight witnesses.

So he has an alibi from 2 to 3 a.m.,
around the estimated time of death.

Did you notice anything unusual?

Well, around high tide,

I saw a drunk person in a floral T-shirt
heading towards the sea.

How do you know
the victim was wearing a floral T-shirt?

Hold up. Trying to trap me, huh?

I never said that was the victim.

Well played. Just kidding.

You might be disappointed
to hear this, but let me make this clear.

I have a perfect alibi!

There's absolutely
no way I could have committed a murder!

Interesting.

Manager, we have a customer.

Got it.

If you understand, get lost.

See you.

-He's probably right.
-Is he though?

He's claiming an alibi without even
knowing the estimated time of death.

It's not like he's psychic.

That manager is so suspicious.

Hey.

What the hell.

Business is bad again today.

No decent customers are coming in.

Manager, the expiration date of--

Don't make me repeat myself!

No one will know if we keep quiet!

You lack any sense of planning.

You're wasting
that big fridge and freezer.

Didn't you leave already?!

We're done talking!

Oh? This is a beach hut, right?

I came to buy some food
because I'm hungry.

The shaved ice is…

sold out, right?

That's right!

Then, can you make me
something with fresh eggs?

I'll report you to the police
if you come again!

This is frustrating.

It's hard to believe
we can't arrest that suspicious manager.

There's no evidence, and he has an alibi
for the estimated time of death.

Wait a minute!

If the victim passed out drunk
in front of the beach hut's manager,

all he had to do,
was leave him at the water's edge.

Indeed, high tide was around dawn.

So while the manager was out drinking,
the tide could have come in

and drowned the victim!

I also considered that scenario,
but the victim's mouth was clean.

I agree.

We'll need to examine it more closely,
but if he drowned in shallow water,

he should have had sand in his mouth.

I see.

How could he have drowned the victim
in the ocean from so far away?

That body must have gotten cold
out in the deep sea,

turning the hands purple.

There's a possibility that
his body temperature dropped suddenly.

But for it to look like frostbite like
that…

Ugh!

It's completely burnt.

That manager is terrible!

I'll go get it exchanged!

-But…
-Let me handle it!

How helpful.

Be careful not to trip.

Y-Yeah, you're right…

SHAVED ICE

Gravity is pulling her down.

Are you alright?

The sand is so salty…

It's because it's beach sand.

This saltiness…

Ron?

I understand now.

Dr. Mofu's clumsiness
has come in handy again.

Could it be… that you've solved
the mystery of the alibi?

Don't underestimate salt.

BEACH CLOSED
KEEP OUT

This is really troublesome.

Closing off the beach during peak season
is killing my business.

Can't you investigate somewhere else?

It's not an investigation.

It's a lesson.

About the burnt yakisoba you made.

You guys added burnt bits yourselves!

If you're going to disrupt my business,
I'll take legal action!

Just kidding.

As usual, your excuses are terrible--

I mean, they're good.

He's about to give a lecture to everyone
involved, to avoid more deaths at sea.

Ridiculous.

Thank you all for gathering here.

We will now unravel the mystery
of the man who died at sea last night.

Unravel?

This was not an accident, but a murder.

And the killer is among us.

Wait a minute.

All related parties had alibis
at the estimated time of death,

and he died far off the coast.

That's right.

However, there is a method
to kill someone at sea

without direct contact,
by causing death with a time delay.

W-What could that be?

It was a very bold method.

Right?

Beach hut manager.

There is something
unusual about your shop.

That is--

The absence of
black sugar syrup shaved ice!

Don't involve your personal taste!

Well, regardless, it has to do with
the shaved ice.

Shaved ice?

Despite this beach being mostly empty,
your shaved ice was sold out.

Running out during peak season, sure, but…

So why was it sold out?

It's because you used
the ice for another purpose.

What are you talking about?

You used the ice for shaved ice…

to create a raft of death!

A raft of death?

Last night, the victim indeed
went to protest at your beach hut.

However, you didn't
give him the time of day.

Seeing the victim passed out drunk
later on,

you came up with the trick
of sending him off to sea on an ice raft.

You dressed him in a dry suit
to leave no evidence

from any traces of frostbite
or the ropes used to tie him to the raft.

Eventually, the ice melted

and the victim was thrown into the sea.

Waking up, he tried to cling
to the remaining ice to avoid drowning,

but that eventually melted too.

That's when the frostbite
on his hands occurred.

You don't know anything, do you?

The ice blocks used
for shaved ice are really small.

However, by using salt to bind them,
you can form a large slab.

Salt?

When salt is applied to ice,

the surface melts
into concentrated salt water,

and due to freezing point depression,
the temperature drops below zero degrees.

At that point,
if you apply pressure to the ice,

the gaps freeze and stick together.

It's difficult to do with homemade ice,

but you used commercial ice
with smooth edges, so it worked out.

What a method!

Hey, don't jump the gun.

You don't even have
a single piece of evidence.

If we examine the sand in front of
the shop where the raft was made,

we should detect a higher
concentration of salt than elsewhere.

That salt…

I must have spilled it
while I was cooking!

Shall we compare the ice delivery
receipts with shaved ice sales?

The numbers should be inconsistent.

Th-That's right!

Last night, I forgot to close
the freezer and all the ice melted!

But I made sure to close
the freezer before I left.

Shut up! I was testing
a new shaved ice recipe after you left!

You keep changing your story.

Too bad for you! But I am not lying!

I'm impressed! You're such a busybody!

Last night, besides that,

you went drinking and even took
the victim out of his room!

Another one of your ridiculous jokes!

As if I would take the victim out!

I don't even know where he was staying!

Are you sure about that?

You're so annoying!

I swear to God!

-That's strange.
-What's strange?

Didn't the surfer over there testify
that the victim left his room on his own?

Yeah, well…

See?

I didn't even meet him last night!

I just made shaved ice
and went straight to the drinking party!

The strange thing
is not that you took the victim out,

but that you claim not to know the inn.

Then why were your fingerprints
found on the surfboards

that were lined up
outside the victim's inn?

You probably initially planned to
disguise the murder as a surfing accident.

You went to his lodging to find his board,
but couldn't figure out which one was his.

So you gave up and went back,

you didn't expect anyone would notice
and didn't erase your prints.

This beach hut received three warnings
for food poisoning incidents, right?

How did you know that?

Fearing the victim, who had a stomachache,
would contact the health department,

and you'd go out of business,
you killed him!

Isn't that right?

Hey, wait a minute.

I have my own side of the story.

Business is tough.

You have to cut corners wherever you can.

But that guy made such a fuss
over a little stomachache.

He even passed out drunk
right in front of my shop.

If he hadn't blacked out there,
I would have never thought of doing it.

So I'm the real victim here!

So, look…

I'll admit to the murder, but could you
reduce my sentence in return?

Shut up! Don't take people's lives--

Don't take life so lightly!

Dr. Mofu…

That's right! Ron's condition!

So, is the manager really the killer?

That's right.

When he admits his guilt,
I will want to drive him to his death.

You'll let me take the medicine,
right, Dr. Mofu?

We don't know how effective it will be.

And there's a risk
of serious side effects.

I understand.

Whatever happens, it's my responsibility.

I hope this works.

What will happen now… Ron?

I hope her slap

taught you the value of life, Manager.

-Absolutely!
-Damn it!

A proper reaction!

The medicine is working!

We did it, Ron!

The case has been solved.

You two did well too, Max and Molly!

Max?

Molly?

Mr. Kamonohashi!

Ron, I'm coming in!

Good morning, Toto.

Thank goodness, you're back to normal!

What about the beach murder case?

I feel like I didn't corner the killer.

Is it just my imagination?

It's not just your imagination!

You actually didn't corner him!

I see. So the medicine worked!

Yes, but,

you were tossing and turning all day,
mumbling about Max and Molly…

They lived in my neighborhood
when I was a kid.

Max and Molly?

Yes.

I dreamt
they were having a birthday party.

I feel like there was someone else there.

But I can't remember who.

According to Dr. Mofu,

the side effects caused you to lose
consciousness and recall past memories.

So, was I completely
out of commission for a whole day?

Yes… She said,
to create a more complete medicine,

she needs to know the details
of the treatment you received.

The House of M holds that information.

So I'm back to square one.

I'm still a terrible detective.

Ron…

I asked Dr. Mofu a big favor.

When it's really necessary,

I got permission to use the medicine
even in her absence.

But…

I'm here for you, after all.

You're not back to square one.

You're making progress, Ron.

I think this is much better
than trying to kill the suspect.

One day,
you will be a perfect detective again.

So let's keep moving forward together.

Toto…

Of course.

Solving mysteries is my…

I mean, our duty, after all.

Yeah.

That's strange.

A rare fish has been spotted!

When are you going to invite me?

Tototo?

Please, don't be so afraid.

Ever since I invited
the world's best barista,

I've been really
into brewing my own coffee.

It's delicious.

The world's greatest woodcarving artist,
Mr. Makitatsu Oyama.

Why?

I was so captivated by your rare talent
that I invited you here.

What are the police doing?

I heard they had perfect security
in place after your crime threat!

Crime threat? That sounds so harsh.

It was mere a greeting card
addressed to you, whom I respect.

A greeting card?

Yes, your talent is truly magnificent.

This inspiring piece moved me to tears.

Stop joking! What are you really after?

Hummingbird, the talent kidnapper!

What I desire is the soul-stirring
pinnacle of world-class talent.

And no one can ever…

stand in my way.