Yosano removes her gloves and steps away from the body, a look of boredom on her features.
"That's that. I can confirm that there is absolutely nothing wrong with Mori other than a cardiac arrest. He's the textbook definition of a healthy middle aged Japanese male. He may have suffered from stress due to illicit activities, but he's pretty spry overall." She turns to her companion who lazily sits on a nearby counter and eats potato chips.
"Well, if you say it's nothing more than a cardiac arrest, then I have no reason to doubt you."
Yosano walks closer to the famed detective, towering over his form with her red heels and formidable aura. A scowl decorates her face, but Ranpo already knows that she isn't going to hurt him—no matter how awful he can get when he feels that an investigation is beneath him.
"Ranpo, we literally have the Port Mafia ready to bare its teeth at any hint of a threat. Why are you just lazing about?"
Ranpo spoke in between mouthfuls of potato chip, saying, "The only one ready to bare his teeth is one Mr. Nakahara Chuuya. If you've noticed, the rest of the members have been acting quite brazenly—as if they don't have a care in the world. They're not vulnerable; they're stronger than ever."
"What if it's all a pretence? What if there's something bigger than the Port Mafia?"
"You mean the Special Abilities Department headed by the illustrious Chief Taneda?"
Yosano snatches the bag of chips away from her friend.
"You know what I mean. It's just...it's worrying that Mori just happened to die of a heart attack when he should have theoretically died at a much later date. Aren't you a little curious?"
"Of course I am! I just don't see the point in pursuing the case when all the evidence leads to nothing. I'm interested in solving cases, not running into dead ends."
