The butler personally drove the car, sending the three of them home, saving them the trouble of taking a taxi.
Fushimi Roku rolled down the car window, leaning lazily against the door to aid digestion. The autumn evening breeze blew in, exceptionally comfortable.
The butler drove the car slowly through the front yard, turning at the gate. At this moment, Fushimi Roku could vaguely feel someone watching him.
With one hand resting on the window, he followed his sixth sense and looked up. The Kujo residence was hidden in the darkness, the lights inside now on—a silhouette stood at the fourth-floor window and just as he looked up, it flashed by.
Fushimi Roku sensed a faint sense of malice.
The next second, the car drove past the intersection, and the wall blocked his view, leaving him only able to see the roof of the Kujo residence.
Fushimi Roku withdrew his gaze, turned and asked the butler, "By the way, how many children does the Kujo Family have?"
