Trickster

Since the day mankind began to dig graves,

offer flowers, and mourn the deaths of those around them...

...all 110 billion people who have ever lived on this planet,

have perished, one way or another.

And the six point nine billion still living today,

you know, the ones who bravely tread the ground

in which the dead peacefully sleep...

...will one day join them, and rot.

And not just humans.

Every form of life is destined to wind up in death's embrace.

Hey! Grab her legs!

Yet most of them do not realize

that death is a gift bestowed upon the living.

For death is rest.

A mirror, vividly reflecting one's life, without prejudice.

Damn you!

Oh, did that hurt?

Well, that just means you're still alive.

How 'bout some more?

If anything else happens to you,

well-- here's hoping nothing will-- but,

If it does, come see me.

The Boy Detectives' Club?

I want to die.

Loud much? Damn.

What the heck? That's hilarious!

Huh?

Ba... Ba... Ba...

Bazooka!

Armalite Carbine.

E. Enarm MMG.

Glock pistol.

"L"? Really? That's way too easy.

Give me something harder. You know you want to.

Let's see. Lercker!

Ruby.

Y.

It's Detective Nakamura.

Mm.

Yes? Akechi Investigation Firm here.

Got a job for you, Master Detective.

The robot in Shibuya?

Wow, you get news fast.

Work's the only thing I do fast, sweetheart.

Uh...

Almost there.

Just 500 meters.

Wait! Where are you--

Don't worry, Detective.

I'll take care of your robot problem.

There's a 30 percent surcharge.

Of course. If you like,

you can pay with that tight little body of yours.

Hm!

Hey, please set your phone to answer on opening.

Yeah, yeah.

What about the kid?

Hanasaki?

He's got a different toy to play with today.

Are you getting what they call a "runner's high"?

Nope, no high for me.

Still, you're a hardcore adrenaline junkie.

Both excesses and deficiencies of adrenaline

can shorten your lifespan.

Oh, give it a rest, Noro.

Whatever.

If you don't find it today, you can kiss your fee goodbye.

I'm lookin', okay? Gimme a break.

Okay, take the next right.

Got it!

Not that way! I said right!

Like the hand you hold chopsticks with!

Or the side that conservatives are on!

--Not the Ise Expressway! --

Noro, you're up!

Yes, sir!

Two-oh-two-oh-oh-seven-two-four.

Getting in on the Olympic fever? Nice.

I won't hack the inside, though.

I get the feeling I don't want to make enemies of these people.

Don't worry 'bout it, I can take things from here.

We're checking the log-in records, but there's

no sign of who last used it.

The excavator just reached the utility duct.

It hit the cable!

It's trying to invade--

I know that! Put up a firewall!

But, sir, if we isolate the main system,

we'll lose all control of the security network--

Just do it!

Right.

What the hell?

Pretty fancy trap you've set up.

Using the robot as a decoy

while you personally breach the system.

What exactly are you trying to put in the main computer?

Rather talkative today, aren't we, Akechi? It's cute.

And you did a poor job of following through today,

Fiend with Twenty Faces.

Did he say Twenty-Faces?

So, when'd you bust out of prison?

Was I sent to prison? I don't recall that.

Looks like we're playing hide and seek, now.

Jeez, there's no point in being your navigator.

Would you relax? I found this, now didn't I?

That means Melodina must be hiding

somewhere around here, right?

There's no way it'll be that easy.

Found her!

What?!

Melodina.

Time to go home!

Come back!

Stupid dog!

Hm?

I know, Inoue. I blew it.

If you didn't know that, we'd have a big problem.

Well?

Any idea where he went?

Wait. I'm recalling the facilities' structure.

There are three escape routes out of the control room.

The shortest would be out of the south exit

and into the waterway,

but I can't imagine this guy using such an obvious path.

It's also very likely that he was expecting you to show up.

That said, There's only one place he'd go.

The robot that suddenly appeared

in Shibuya is said to be the next generation of

security bots, under development by Hinomoto Heavy Industries.

No further informa--

You certainly took your time, Akechi.

Yeah, well,

punctuality and I have never really gotten along.

You still carry that dangerous thing around

in public, "Master Detective"?

What an evil man you are.

Sorry for the wait.

Assam Tea. Your favorite, yes?

Gimme a break!

Just grab her! It's almost time for my Pilates.

You can do that stuff anytime, Little Miss Shut-In.

Hey, you're not allowed to say that!

That's moral harassment, buddy!

Come here, you stupid mutt!

Uh!

Huh?

Uh, hello there. What's up?

Leave!

It's all right. I'm just here to catch the dog.

Then I'll be out of your hair.

Hey! Idiot!

Stay back!

Dammit, why? I told you... to stay away.

I told you!

I...

I did nothing wrong!

Hey, wait!

Huh?

Hm! You're kidding!

We're not sure why,

but now the robot is launching a barrage of fireworks.

Pretty fancy show you're putting on out there.

What would you like for the finale?

I have explosives, or poison gas if you prefer.

You trying to threaten me?

Or, we could call it a draw for today.

Your tea is ready.

-- --

Just let me die!

What? That doesn't make sense!