Case NOT Closed

The lawsuit regarding the Mouri Kogoro alumni case continued to make headlines for several days.

Especially in the media, it became a sensation.

Major newspapers, online media, official news outlets in Tokyo, almost all of them had headlines about this case.

“Rising Star Lawyer Peaks at Debut!”

“A Master of Eloquence, Komemon’s Sharp Court Debates!”

“Prosecutor Kujou Faces Tremendous Pressure, Rumored to Resign Soon!”

“Destruction of Evidence by Detective Mouri Kogoro, Possible Accusations?”

In Shibuya, at Komemon Law Firm.

Haibara, lying on the sofa, idly scrolled through the smartphone Kensuke had bought for her, flipping it up and down.

“Crashed again.”

Haibara sighed, expressionless, and placed the phone down. She raised her head, observing Kensuke enthusiastically playing Nintendo Switch on the desk.

“You can afford these childish gadgets; can’t you get me a better phone?”

“What childish gadgets?” Kensuke didn’t even lift his head. “Life is a game, and games are life. Understand?”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” Haibara rolled her eyes. “I only know your current expression is just like those dead otaku in Akihabara.”

“Sigh, dead again. It’s all because you’re nagging beside me.”

Kensuke sighed and put down the handheld console.

Haibara rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with him.

After a pause, she asked, “Now that the media is going crazy over you, and there might be many people coming to sue you, do you have any plans?”

“I don’t have any plans. Just focus on doing my job.”

Kensuke said so.

“The media exaggerates nine out of ten times. People will temporarily indulge in this false frenzy, either pointing fingers or being cynical. When the heat dies down, everything will return to normal. Salarymen will still be salarymen, and housewives will still be housewives.”

“Alright.”

Haibara nodded.

Kensuke was right; many of these news reports were indeed fabricated.

For example, the news about Kujou Reiko facing pressure and resigning, or the news accusing Mouri Kogoro—none of these were based on facts.

The actual truth seemed to be of little concern to people.

Including this lawsuit, people only knew that one side won and the other lost, and who won or lost wasn’t important.

Haibara climbed off the sofa, walked over to Kensuke, and extended her hand.

Kensuke glanced at her fair little hand.

“The palmistry lines are good; you’ll make a fortune in the future.”

“For buying a new phone,” Haibara ignored him.

“It can still be used, you know? It just crashed once.”

Bang!

Haibara forcefully slammed the phone onto the floor.

The phone instantly shattered into pieces, and the screen went dark with a thud.

“Now it can’t be used,” she said indifferently.

“…You’re ruthless. Raising a child really costs money!”

Kensuke sighed and, with trembling hands, took out a small stack of ten thousand yen bills from his briefcase.

There was no other option; she needed the phone for work.

As Kensuke counted the money with shaky fingers, Haibara, without hesitation, snatched the money from his hand.

“The remaining money is my pocket money, Scrooge.”

“You’re truly a devil!”

“Devil accusing a devil, this is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Haibara rolled her dead-fish eyes and walked towards the door, ready to go out and buy her new phone.

Just as she opened the door, she was nearly startled.

Standing at the entrance was a young woman, looking hesitant, as if she was about to knock on the door.

Both were surprised by the sudden opening of the door.

“Sorry for the disturbance!”

She quickly took a step back, bowing repeatedly.

Haibara shook her head, “It’s okay. Are you here to consult for a lawsuit? Welcome.”

With a guest at the door, Haibara, as the assistant, temporarily abandoned the idea of going out and welcomed the woman into the law firm.

Meanwhile, Kensuke put down the handheld console, gesturing for Haibara to make tea from the cupboard.

Once the tea was ready, the two parties began their conversation.

“My name is Nishitani Miho, and I work at a pastry shop near the Miwa station.”

The woman introduced herself first.

She had shoulder-length brown hair and a quite attractive appearance, the type that could make people feel like they were being followed.

And indeed, her request was related to stalking.

“Lately, when I’m returning home from work, I often find a man following me. He has harassed me several times, taking inappropriate photos. What’s even more outrageous is that once, as I was going home from the station, he pushed me down the stairs…”

Kensuke understood the situation.

“So, Nishitani-san, you want to hire me for a civil lawsuit against that man, to warn him against any further inappropriate behavior.”

“Yeah, to be honest, I can’t endure this anymore…”

As she spoke, Nishitani Miho covered her cheeks and started crying.

She looked worn out and troubled, indicating that this matter had been tormenting her for a long time.

“The Miwa Wolf.”

Haibara uttered these words casually.

Kensuke looked at her, asking, “What do you mean?”

Haibara explained, “Recently, in the Miwa district, there’s a pervert who follows women, causing significant distress to the females in the area. People there call him the Miwa Wolf.”

“I see…”

Kensuke propped up his chin.

The term “Miwa Wolf” sounded familiar; this character has probably made an appearance in one of the episodes.

According to his deduction, this woman, Nishitani Miho, might have initially planned to come up with a plan to kill the Miwa Wolf using a specific method. However, the current situation was different.

Because of his presence in this world, acting like a butterfly effect, influencing certain cause-and-effect relationships, maybe Nishitani Miho had changed her mind and opted for solving the issue through legal means instead of resorting to murder.

“Quite interesting.”

Kensuke showed an intrigued expression.

“In that case, Nishitani-san, you should still report to the police. I remember that Japanese women have significant rights, and the police should handle it.”

Upon hearing this, Nishitani Miho cried even harder.

“No, I’ve already reported the case once, and the police questioned him. But due to lack of evidence, they couldn’t arrest him. Moreover, after that, he became even more aggressive….”

“I see.”

After listening, Kensuke couldn’t help but click his tongue.