A man, the Deduction Gang, and Sakura all ran towards the source of the scream, finding a guy lying on the ground with a hammer next to him.

As the dead man lied with a face planted into the floor and a neck with clear strangle marks, a ginseng stood, seemingly horrified, with a rope in one hand and a handkerchief in the other.

"Wha-" Sakura muttered in shock before sweeping her eyes for Bòhé chá.

"Stay back." The man spoke towards the people before taking out a memo and looking at his watch, noting the estimated time of death. "No one touch the corpse or the evidence, otherwise this case will turn complicated."

As he said that, however, he noticed the ginseng holding objects clearly used in the murder, causing him to squint his eyes at her glaringly.

"I-i didn't do it! I swear that I saw a person throw those things at my face as I opened the door before blinding me with a very bright flashlight!" She explained, but there was no one to vouch for her.

"You, young ginseng, call the police. I will go tell the train driver to stop. Meanwhile, I want none of you to tamper with the scene, you hear me?" He admonished before moving away, while Sakura called the police.

"W-wait a minute. Who are you?" The witch-like ginseng asked the man, earning a reply, "Detective Tori no, at your service." With a serious expression on his face.

"O-oh.." She blushed, but he didn't notice since he was already on his way to the driver.

After Sakura called the police, she stood there, doing nothing while the Deduction Gang looked around the scene without touching anything. One of them, a boy with glasses, murmured, "I see.. So that's what happened." But no one heard it.

Soon, a tanned boy appeared from behind Sakura, causing her to yelp. "W-w-who?" She was, of course, scared. Not everyone would be calm after seeing someone they met a few minutes ago die close to them and a killer on the loose.

"What's up?" Said the tanned tea boy in a nonchalant voice.

"Where were you?! Don't you know there is a killer on the loo..se." Sakura noticed Bòhé chá dragging an unconscious man with calluses on his fingers. "How did you even find him?"

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"He was hidden in a pocket dimension that I somehow got transfered into. I don't think he is the murder of this case though." Continued Bòhé chá, "He isn't the killer because he has blood on his body." He flipped the man.

Those who listened to what he said were speechless. How could someone who has blood on his body not be the murder!?

"Well, I, your father, will now tell you a pretty hard to find clue." He paused dramatically, all of his audience listening intently. "...The body wasn't even cut, nor slashed. Where is the blood, I wonder?" He finished in a sarcastic tone.

They all glanced back at the obese body with questioning eyes, before those eyes opened wide in surprise - well, all but two who seemed like they already knew that.

The ginseng, who held the rope and the handkerchief, tried to sneak away after putting those objects in the toilet while acting as if she slipped and they were thrown away from her hands.

"Oh no!" Oh no, the items were just about to fall but detective Tori no was back, catching them with ease.

"Detective... I think I already deduced who the killer is." Sakura said in a quiet tone, but the room was silent enough for it to echo.

"Who might that be?" He looked mildly surprised, as he noticed new people in the room.

"The killer is..." She breathed in.

"This random train employee who just entered the room!" She pointed strongly, accusing the man.

"Yes?" He answered in confusion, as he didn't hear what she said before hand.

"But where are the proofs?" Detective Tori No inquired.

"The murder weapon.. He is wearing it on his neck!" She yelled, causing the gallery to snap their eyes at said weapon.

It was very apparent that this man wore a silver necklace, covered with a transparent plastic-like substance.

The detective, however, couldn't deny the evidence in his hands, "But the evidence in my hands show otherwise!" He objected fiercely.

"Ah. It is but for that ginseng's child. He is a very energetic fellow, requiring all kinds of restraining, isn't that right, old grandma?" Sakura argued.

"...Yes. I thought it would cause the detective to suspect me so I tried to hide it, but it was in vain." The ugly ginseng sighed.

The crowd was dumbfounded.

The detective was dumbfounded.

What is happening? Is this kid really winning against this trained person!?

"Besides.." She smirked. "The dead man is holding irrefutable evidence. The employee's clip that holds his shirt together, otherwise you wouldn't need to cover up in that lousy jacket."

"Isn't that right? Mister killer!" She yelled at the guy whose mouth had already dropped into the ground.

'That ginseng! She is insane!' The man thought in his mind.

He was going to try and refute; however, he was jumped on by the detective. "Do not resist. Until the police arrives, I won't let you roam freely."

"But I didn't do it!" The man cried.

His pleas were ignored, but no one noticed the tea man eating popcorn until silence magnified the crunching sound.

"Good job, a bird and a tree work together as always!" He munched.