Wounds
When Souji comes home from the Void Quest, he has an ugly gash on his cheek and shoulder that even Yukiko couldn't heal. It was not surprising that the wound did not escape the eyes of his family as they celebrated the end of the investigation together with Adachi.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Souji scrambled for an answer, but Dojima kept throwing questions at him. "Where you mugged? Hit by a car? Answer me, Souji!" Nanako is applying the ointment because she insists she do so, while Adachi is staring at him with a sympathetic smile. He pulls a story out of his ass about him falling at the riverbank. He's surprised they bought the story.
Despite the commotion over his injuries, the feast of sushi goes smoothly. The father and daughter are discussing something she did at school. Souji enjoys a simple tuna sashimi, but he almost chokes as Adachi starts to bring up a conversation, "You must have been playing some sort of game to stumble that hard. Like an old-school brawl, huh?" Souji stares at him, but the young detective has this goofy grin that makes Souji want to believe him.
"Nah. Nothing too serious." Is his polite answer. Adachi chuckles grimly as he says, "Nothing too serious my foot. It looks like you were bashed in the face with a giant sword or something." It was such a dead-on statement. He looked into Adachi's eyes; they were unreadable. A detective wouldn't bother with something like the Midnight Channel anyways. He laughed, as if what Adachi said was a really brilliant joke. The mood become light again, but something dark squirms in Souji's gut as Adachi leaves the house later that night. Nanako and Dojima are in bed. He walks the detective to the door.
"You might want to get that looked at," Adachi says jovially, "And you probably should stop whatever it is you're doing to get cuts like that." Souji didn't know what to say as he opened the door, watching Adachi pull on his beat up Rockport shoes.
"I mean," the detective continues, stepping through the open door, "Is whatever you're doing really worth it to make your uncle and cousin worry like that? It can't be that important."
At this moment in time, Souji does not understand why the older man said "important" when "fun" would have been a better word to suit his lie. He cannot help but try and calculate what Adachi might be thinking. His smile as he turns to leave is different, less naive and much more meaningful; the light from the streetlamps casts a shadow like a mask over Adachi's face, and the dark feeling in his gut deepens, but he disregards all these warnings as his tired mind playing tricks on him. The man walks away as the fog begins to set over the town of Inaba.