"Blood sample?!"
Upon hearing this sentence, Mihoro Koichiro finally snapped out of his daze. He looked at Gangye Yoshiko with a terrified expression, "No, no! What are you trying to do?! I want to go back home!"
His extreme aversion and desire to flee stunned Gangye Yoshiko and her colleague at her side.
Was there really a need for such an over-the-top reaction?
Could it truly be related to that incident?
Gangye Yoshiko silently nodded to her colleague and then spread her hands out: "There's no need to be so nervous, Mr. Mihoro; we just want to understand the specifics of the incident, you see, there might really be a homicidal maniac, right?"
Mihoro Koichiro, who had been observing them, finally exploded:
"Don't lie to me! I didn't do anything! I'm not reporting this! Let me leave!"
He picked up a stool and was about to smash it over Gangye Yoshiko's head—
Bang!!!!!
The world flipped over.
