Bungo Stray Dogs (文豪ストレイドッグス)

It's me.

So are you ready to join the military police?

We're the only ones who can make use of your powers.

Get over here!

From this point on,

I've decided I'm going to start working alone.

Oh, God.

Did they jump?

No, apparently it was a murder.

Shoved out a window.

The door is open.

My condolences and sympathy.

He was a good and honorable man.

Thank you for coming on short notice, Fukuzawa.

I appreciate it.

Do you mind telling me what you're doing

with those with papers?

I am organizing them.

Why?

I suspect that the murderer had intended

to either steal these specific documents

or had intended to destroy them.

In order to confirm that, I'm arranging all the papers

according to any potential patterns.

I believe the motivation for the attack might be discovered

somewhere in this room.

It's a catalog of clues.

I was told that he was pushed out of this window.

The president...

He took me in as a secretary and I'm indebted to him.

Solving the nature of the crime would be

the best farewell gift I can offer him.

But fortunately, the assassin has already been captured.

Huh?

After murdering the president,

he was apprehended by guards on the first floor,

He's now being held next door.

What?

The ten fingerprints the police recovered

from the back of the president's clothes

is apparently a perfect match to the perpetrator.

Is the murderer still next door?

He seems to have surrendered himself quietly

and without any fuss.

I'd like to have a look at this assassin

if you don't mind.

Be my guest.

But please, don't touch any of the documents as you walk by.

He's quite an accomplished assassin.

Reddish hair and dual pistols.

Which means he must be

the famous underground child assassin.

But if this boy truly is Sakunosuke Oda,

how could he be captured by mere security guards?

As you can see,

the killer is maintaining his silence.

The municipal police should be here soon to take him away.

As for you--

Hey, there!

Huh?

It's so damn windy outside today, huh?

So, uh, anyway...

Is there any chance we can relocate this company

or something?

The hills are a pain, and the directions are so complicated.

Pardon?

But our main concern is, I'm getting hungry.

D'you have any food?

Pardon?!

Here we go again,

lookin' down on me like I'm some kid.

Fine, never mind the food, just give me the permit.

Wait a minute, have you lost it in all these documents?

Dammit! You're the secretary, you'd better find it!

And don't bore me about finding any fingerprints in this room,

I haven't the slightest interest.

What is your major malfunction?

Regardless of the circumstances, this is the president's office.

Unless you're authorized,

you don't have any permission to be in here.

Yeah, but I am authorized, though.

I'm here for an interview today, you see.

The president did mention to me that he would be interviewing

an administrative trainee today.

Anyway, I just came here for the working permit

that I'm supposed to get at the interview.

Once I have that, I can get some funding from the government.

You mind if I move some of these useless papers?

You may not!

The arrangements of these documents is a catalog

for determining the assassin's motivations

for taking the president's life!

Come on, I've never heard such nonsense in my life.

Forget it. I'll find it myself.

And don't you worry, I'll be done quick.

Boy.

There's a mountain of documents on the floor,

how are you planning to find yours?

What do you know, the old man speaks.

Unlike all these loose papers,

mine's got a heavy stamp on the front of it.

Plus it's printed on thicker paper than the rest of them.

No, don't!

Found it.

How could you?

Now I have to check every sheet and arrange it all over again.

And I still have to report on the missing documents

within 48 hours.

Why bother?

Nothing's missing, they're all still right here.

None of the documents have been stolen,

and the assassin you have in the other room

didn't kill the president.

Like, you're the murderer anyway.

Right, Secretary?

You're just arranging documents to keep people away

so that you can come up with an alibi.

I mean, it would be suspicious if there were fingerprints

on the president's clothes, but nowhere else in the room.

It seems like the obviously guilty secretary

and the obviously innocent assassin are both right here.

And you're just standing there like nothing's wrong.

Come on, mister, you're slackin' on the job.

Fukuzawa.

Please do me a favor and kick that kid out now.

I can't have him in here making even more of a mess!

The fact is,

the assassin's matching fingerprints were indeed found

on the back of the president's clothes.

Safe to assume it's from when he was shoved.

There's no way even the best assassin

could get close to the president without being noticed.

Just look. The door is right in view of his desk.

And if the president resisted being pushed,

the fingerprints would have meant

the president was thrown out of the window and not pushed out.

If you ask me, the secretary's story has a lotta holes.

You're not factoring in that the president

may have happened to be looking out the window.

Looking out an open window by himself?

On such a windy day?

He's right.

Which means, it must have been someone close.

It was someone close to him,

yet the assassin's fingerprints turned up on the clothes,

so those prints were faked.

I heard it's pretty easy to fake fingerprints if you wanted to.

You just need to make molds of the fingers

using putty or something.

Every cop knows how to do it.

Come to think of it, weren't you a police officer

before this job, Mister Secretary?

This is ridiculous!

How would I have taken

the assassin's fingerprints beforehand?!

Fukuzawa! Just get this brat out of here right this second!

You were able to get the assassin's fingerprints

because you were the one who hired the assassin

--in the first place. -- Shut up!

Since you hired him,

you could easily entrap a top-tier assassin.

Even got the security guards to catch him afterwards.

If I had to bet money on it,

I don't think the assassin over there

ever had a clue he was being entrapped.

I'm sure he'd talk if he found out he's been fooled.

Let's ask him.

-- --

I have no intention of fighting you.

Don't add more crimes to your guilt.

You can get off with a lesser plea if you stop now.

--No, don't! --

There is no forgiveness in this world.

No, the only thing we have is revenge.

Damn you.

Quick, call an ambulance!

And contact the municipal police!

Pretty sure we don't need the ambulance.

The secretary is already dead.

Miss, could I get another red bean soup?

Why don't you eat the rice cake?

It's not sweet enough for my palate.

When did you realize the secretary was the murderer?

From the beginning.

The secretary was wearin' a coat, right?

When have you ever seen anyone wearing a coat

while sorting documents?

Your sleeves would get in the way.

He was concealing tools

for faking the assassin's fingerprints.

Pretty smart, boy.

My name's not boy, it's Rampo Edogawa.

You'd better remember that.

What about school?

I was enrolled at the police academy,

living in the dorms.

I had an argument with the dorm supervisor,

so I exposed all of their past affairs and I got kicked out.

Since then, I've been bouncin' around

from place to place.