104 Xiao Lie, what do you think?
Translator: 549690339
Over at Kamiyagawa, the minor issue of the rental car breaking down and the subsequent hustle to rest only in the early morning hours can be put aside for the moment.
The next morning arrives.
A certain section of the Inunaki Highway.
On the road, there is a skid mark from tires, stretching seven to eight meters.
The guardrail at the roadside is completely deformed and damaged, not yet replaced, with caution tape still left around the area.
From the traces on the site, it can be seen that there was once a horrific car accident here.
A police van from the Fukuoka Prefectural Police stops slowly at the roadside, and a man gets out from the passenger seat.
His name is Yuuki Maken'yū.
About 30 years old, he's oddly dressed in a neat suit despite the scorching weather.
On his left wrist, he wears a string of unusually shaped prayer beads, polished to a shine, which don't quite match his Italian-mafia-style outfit.