“Mr. Cat” looked at the researcher in the white lab coat in his hand.
Even while choking under the grip on his collar, Kwak Jegang was still smiling as he said,
“My doing? Whatever do you mean by that…!”
Still holding him by the collar, Mr. Cat began to walk.
In front of the Kwak Jegang being dragged along, one of the platform fire hydrants was opened.
Inside it was a head.
“…!!”
He had torn off the head of one of the “neck-twisted entities,” the kind that had stopped moving once burned, and placed it inside the fire hydrant.
That face, charred black by the flames, was the head of Team Leader Choi Myungjin of Research Team 2.
“Urk,”
Researcher Lee Yeonhwa covered her mouth.
“That was your doing.”
“Mr. Cat, that’s only an assumption—”
“All the researchers are dead.”
His voice was flat, as though simply stating a fact.
“The only ones who could have done something like this were the three of you. One of them was already dead in the residential district with their neck twisted while clinging to a fire hydrant. That left two….”
The eyes behind the cat mask looked at Kwak Jegang’s hands.
“Your hands are clean.”
“……!”
Researcher Lee Yeonhwa reflexively looked down at her own hands.
They were dirty with dust, ash, and soot. Those were the traces she had picked up while fleeing the burning residential district.
Naturally.
If his hands were clean, then that meant….
He had wiped them off himself.
“You wiped them on your coat.”
Mr. Cat’s gaze dropped lower. With his other hand, he lifted the fluttering hem of Kwak Jegang’s lab coat.
The inside was filthy with handprints stained in blood and black crusted residue.
“……”
“……”
“That is correct.”
A smile spread across Kwak Jegang’s face.
“To reason it out right away—what a brilliant…