"Attention passengers: Is there a detective on board?"
Attention passengers: Is there a detective on board?
I must've heard that wrong...
That's not something they'd say on a passenger flight at 10,000 meters.
It must be a misunderstanding; I heard it wrong. I really hope so.
I've always encountered troublesome events, since way back.
You might say being a trouble-magnet is my nature.
Walking down a main thoroughfare, I get caught up in a flash mob...
Or if I go down a back street, I witness a transaction involving white powder...
I've run across enough murder scenes
that I've come under suspicion from police who recognized me.
And now today...
...I'm flying overseas, having been made to carry an oversized attaché case
containing who knows what.
I have no idea what this means; it's absurd!
For starters, in these situations they'd normally ask for a doctor or a nurse.
But a detective?
Attention passengers: Is there a detective on board?
So I didn't hear wrong... But it's not a problem, since I'm not a detective.
Yes. I'm a detective.
Hey, what's your name?
Oh! Why did I just suddenly say that?
Oh, that's great. You...
Be my sidekick.
Huh?
I'm a detective, and he's my sidekick.
What?
Come this way.
H-Hey, wait! What on Earth is this?
Siesta.
Siesta?
That's my name.
That's an odd name.
It's a code name.
A code name?
People normally have one.
They normally don't.
What's your name?
Kimizuka Kimihiko.
I see. I'll call you "Kimi."
Is that a nickname? Or just the Japanese word for "you"?
Which do you think?
I've brought a detective and her sidekick.
Ah... so there really was a detective on board.
Younger than I'd imagined, though... Which is the detective?
This is the worst situation imaginable.
More importantly... First off, what's your name?
It's "Bat." Although that's a code name.
See?
Huh?
Like I said, everyone's got a code name.
Who cares? It doesn't matter even a little to me,
and this is no time to discuss that!
I'm Siesta, and this is my sidekick, Watson.
We were born and raised together on Baker Street.
So, Bat, what is it you want? Why did you call for me, for a legendary detective?
Ha! You're a funny girl!
Right. So try to deduce the reason I commandeered this airplane.
If you manage to correctly deduce it, I'll refrain from snapping the pilot's neck.
What?
Hmm... Did you call us up here just to make us deduce the answer to that?
Yes, exactly right. It's a game. A game.
A deadly game in which 600 passengers' lives are at stake. Exciting, isn't it?
The way you win is to correctly surmise my reasons for this hijack attempt.
That's all there is to it!
You're saying if we succeed, everyone's lives will be saved,
and if we fail, they'll die?
Uh-huh. Simple rules, right?
Sure. But if we fail, you'll meet the same fate, as well.
You don't value your own life?
Unless I do this, I don't feel truly alive--that sort of thing.
Really... you truly have too much time on your hands.
Yeah, I really do. It's gotten so bad that I've up and hijacked a plane.
Right. So that's the answer.
Wha--?
You got so bored with all the time on your hands
that you couldn't help hijacking the plane.
That's my final answer.
W-Wait just a minute! Are you saying that for real?
The lives of all these passengers depend on your answer!
Well... this guy just said it, right?
Too much time on his hands, he got bored, he hijacked the plane.
Sure, he said that, but wasn't that just some random stuff he was spouting off?
Oh? So are you saying this man was lying?
Huh?
You're saying he was intimidated by this legendary detective,
that he'd claim that the answer he had let slip was actually false,
and he's planning to bring the game to an end by insisting that I lost?
In short... you're saying he's scared?
Is that it?
Amazing! That's amazing! Very impressive! Truly a sight to behold!
I never imagined you'd twist this into such a tangled knot.
It's a more abrupt outcome than I had imagined, but that's all right.
My purpose has already been achieved. With this, I'll stand down.
Don't worry. He's only unconscious; he's not dead.
When we arrive at the airport, I'll likely be arrested,
but I haven't killed anyone.
After staying a while in the big house, I should be able to get right back out.
Ah, so you really were a liar.
What are you referring to?
Oh, nothing.
Here's the deal, Ms. Detective.
Yes, my true reasons for trying to hijack this plane were indeed different,
but out of respect for your boldness, I'm pretending to lose, just for you.
Don't make me spell it all out.
You're absolutely right. Let's take a cue from Bat's mature response here
and we'll return to our places, too.
No, that's not what I meant by a lie.
Huh?
When you said you didn't mind risking your life in a hijacking,
that was a lie, wasn't it?
The truth is, you are afraid of dying.
What are you saying?
You stood down too quickly--admitted defeat and stood down too quickly.
In this day and age, there's no way a man who's singlehandedly attempting a hijack
would back down so easily to just a girl and her companion.
I suspect you're carrying out this hijacking under someone's direction.
And you yourself have been ordered to die, too, in the crashing plane.
But in truth, you're afraid and don't want to die,
so you used us as a way to get out of dying.
But if so, then why the elaborate ruse of this guessing game?
If he wanted to abandon the hijacking,
you'd think he could have just quietly surrendered, without all this.
His pride wouldn't allow it.
Rather than go down without a fight, he wanted to be beaten fair and square.
Even if it was just for show.
Is that what all this was?
Hey!
Where are you suddenly off to?
Our task seems to be finished, so I thought I'd head back.
Okay, but don't leave me behind!
I figured you'd tag along without my saying anything.
Hey.
Tell me one last thing... How did you figure all that out?
What clues led to those deductions?
Was it really only that I gave up too quickly? Was that all?
There was that, too... but I knew about you from the very beginning.
Huh?
That you'd be on this plane, that you were planning a hijacking...
...and what's more, about your associates who ordered it. Everything.
A first-rate detective gets a handle on a case before the incident occurs.
So that's what happened...
Whew, I'm glad I asked, just in case, before all was said and done!
Sidekick, get down.
Huh?
Hey, what are you--?
So sorry. I guess I'm changing the plan.
Now I'll teach you something.
When a first-rate operative discovers an up-and-coming young talent,
he nips it in the bud before it can fully develop!
H-Hey.
I shouldn't have hired a sidekick. So far, he hasn't been of any use anyway...
This is absurd! You're the one who forced me to work for you!
Although I agree I haven't been of any use.
What is that?
It's an android.
Huh?
That man is a member of the secret organization SPES.
SPES?
SPES produces androids of superhuman intellect to covertly menace the world.
In that man's case, it's still only an ear;
they've merely stolen an experimental product and glommed it on to his body.
He's what you'd call a partial android.
How do you know all this?
And he's facing a penalty as punishment for betraying the organization.
Again, how do you know all this? Wait, don't tell me you're also...
I see. You know all that.
In that case, bringing back your corpse as a souvenir would seem the best plan.
Sidekick!
Wait, you're not-- Are you an android, too?
Are you stupid or something?
Do I look like a monster?
I think the impression you make is kind of monstrous.
You're no ladies' man, are you?
Hey, what is that?
Remain calm! Please evacuate this way, without running.
Argh, this is pandemonium. Things are getting desperate.
I'm going to kill all these excess people.
Slow down! If you do that, the plane will crash and you'll die, too!
I'll leave the pilot alive. More to the point, who are you again?
I'm the legendary detective's sidekick!
Oh?
It's not like that! That just slipped out!
You referred to me as a legendary detective.
You've earned your spurs as a sidekick.
Sidekick!
Seriously, what is the deal here?
You truly don't know anything, do you?
Why would an upstanding middle schooler
know what's going on with some secret underworld?
I'm sorry, did you say something,
middle schooler who's traveling overseas with a mysterious attaché case?
Seriously, how do you know all these things?
I'd never imagined anyone who could be a threat to us
would be lurking somewhere like this.
Operating covertly is fundamental to being a detective.
None of your cohorts had any idea I existed, did they?
That means that if I use information about you as bait,
I'm hoping those short-tempered guys may rethink some things.
Are they as forgiving as that?
What would you know?
Come on, what happens if he punches a hole in the fuselage?
You seem to be breathing very hard.
This ear is custom designed.
The auditory receptor cells at the tip of this appendage
can distinguish the sound of a human heartbeat 100 km away.
It's useless to hide.
I didn't have enough intel. Even I can't fake my heart rate.
If only I had a weapon...
Siesta.
Buy me 30 seconds. I have an idea.
Got it.
Clear out! Out of the way!
At these times--especially at times like this--I'm able to think.
As a born trouble-magnet, I've scraped through more scenes of carnage
than the number of slices of bread I've eaten in my life.
Isn't it about time you accepted your fate, legendary detective?
Siesta!
I don't know what's in that box. However...
...my intuition is rooted in past experiences,
and I'm certain that this is the best solution!
Take it!
Oh, no, you don't!
Sidekick...
That was top-notch work.
This incident isn't over yet, legendary detective!
You're right, but as of the moment I arrived,
you might say it was already resolved.
Bang.
Right. You just died here.
Now your compatriots won't target you, since you're nothing but a dead man.
Why, you... Are you taunting me?
I mean, you don't want to die, right?
We'll make it so that you officially died here
and have the Japanese police cover it up.
It's fine. I have a contact we can count on.
If you don't kill me here, you'll regret it.
Why?
Siesta!
See, the bullet I shot into you was made from my own blood...
Anyone inundated with that blood
becomes utterly incapable of turning against its owner.
In short, you'll never be able to raise an appendage against me again.
What the hell kind of contrivance is that?
That's a trade secret.
Are you employed by somebody?
No. I was just born to be a legendary detective--it's in my nature.
Siesta, by the way...
About that specialized process where you manipulated the gun's bullets...
When in the world did you find time to do that?
Are you that stupid, Kimi?
Wha--?
There's no way I could have done that. That was something I prepared in advance.
In advance? You couldn't have--
Yep. The one who ordered them to have you carry that attaché case onto the plane...
...was me.
Huh? So you're saying you had me in your clutches from the very start?
If you need to blame someone, blame yourself for not escaping my clutches.
This is absurd.
Come to think of it, why did you give me--?
"International Airport"
Siesta?
"International Airport"
I'm exhausted...
So in the end, what on Earth was all that?
No, no. From now on, I am not going to get tangled up in stuff.
Welcome home.
Took you long enough.
Huh?
Huh?!
"Episode 1"
"Attention Passengers: Is There a Detective on Board?"
I've said it again and again...
I refuse.
Eh? What's that?
Stop pretending you can't hear me.
I'm saying there's absolutely no way I'm becoming your sidekick.
I can't really hear you.
Grrr!
Now just calm down a little...
Shall I wash your back?
No thank you.
Maybe I'll come in wearing just a bath towel...
No thank you.
There was a very obvious pause there.
Grr, the way she's trying to ensnare me, a boy going through puberty...
More importantly, haven't I been saying this continuously for an entire week?
Don't barge into somebody's house uninvited!
And definitely don't try to come all the way into the bathroom!
Well, that's because you won't hear me out!
You're saying nothing worth hearing.
I'm only saying I want you to fly around the world with me as my sidekick.
The only possible answer to that insane request is no.
Hmm, you get so emotional.
You do understand that it's not easy popping in at your house like this?
How can you just do that so presumptuously? It's my fault?
I mean, I'm positive the door was locked.
Ah. I took it upon myself to open it with a skeleton key.
That's one of my "seven tools." There's no lock that this key can't open.
So that just makes unlawful home invasions very easy for you.
Hmm, that's an uncalled-for thing to say.
Not as uncalled-for as a person invading someone's privacy.
And so? Why are you so averse to becoming my sidekick?
I already told you, my knack for getting tangled up in things has done nothing
but harm to me for as long as I can remember.
So my dream is to live an uneventful life that's like bathing in lukewarm water.
You're saying that with me, you couldn't live that life?
Obviously.
If I get involved in all that, nine lives wouldn't begin to cover it.
But I'm the only one who can do this work.
So what's the point of dragging me into what only you can do?
The point is... Oh, I know!
You're about to say something you just now thought up, aren't you?
Fact is, I was utterly taken with you at first sight.
Um, no...
The first time we arranged to meet, you didn't quite recognize my face, remember?
You do have a face that's completely forgettable after not seeing it
for a couple of days.
It's perfect for covert action.
Stop insulting me with the backhanded compliments.
And stop this instant with assigning me tasks as your sidekick.
You really won't be my sidekick?
Why are you getting disappointed?
At least, if we're negotiating, lay out the merits of the job.
You're unexpectedly kind, Kimi.
You're overestimating me.
That reminds me: I just ordered a pizza delivery. Is that okay?
Stop taking advantage of my being forgiving!
That's the fifth time this week! Call and cancel it right now!
Here's my prediction: I think that a year from now, the two of us
will still be cooperating well, just as we are now.
We are absolutely not cooperating well!
I, for one, have been stressed out this whole time!
On that note... tell me what you think.
Not me; we were at the point where you were going to lay out the job's merits.
There's something you're worried about, isn't there?
The merit I can offer is to assuage you of those worries.
You're asking me to become your sidekick in return for you reassuring me
about the things that trouble me about the job?
I think I may have said that.
Even better, if you've seen something, could you react as if you've seen it?
Ah. That doesn't hold my attention
as much as wondering if the pizza will arrive on time.
The thing is, at my school right now,
we seem to be having a large-scale "Restroom Hanako-san" outbreak.
"Restroom Hanako-san"--I see.
Yeah.
That's one of those weird school stories that everybody has heard of.
If you knock three times at 3:00 am on the third girls' stall from the front
on the third floor of the old schoolhouse building...
...a girl in a red skirt with suspenders will appear from the stall...
...and you'll be dragged down the toilet.
A hackneyed, outdated urban legend that would ordinarily be worthless
to bring up in this day and age.
And yet... is the situation a little different at your school?
Yeah.
Hey, Siesta...
Huh?
"Our Favorite Dramas" "Glee Club" "Shermock"
Stop flipping through magazines about foreign dramas while eating pizza
in the home of a guy you just met, wearing the guy's loungewear.
Are you a girlfriend who's living with me?
Huh? I'm not.
You're not. That's why I'm complaining.
So back to the "Hanako" thing.
Okay... but add "-san" to her name. Don't refer to Hanako-san as if you're pals.
So the gist is that Hanako-sans are proliferating in your middle school?
Yeah, apparently any student who meets a Hanako-san
becomes a Hanako-san themselves.
I see--in the way that a person bitten by a zombie becomes a zombie.
Boo!
"Favorite Dramas"
Oops.
But this isn't just a rumor, which is why you're discussing it with me.
Yeah, that's it.
At my middle school, there's currently a sharp increase in students skipping,
mainly among people in the track and field club.
Not only skipping school, but some among them have even disappeared from home.
And the rumor is that Hanako-san is the cause of this.
So the idea is that maybe the vanished students
have been dragged down the girls' toilet by Hanako-san.
Yeah. And from the fact that the numbers are increasing so rapidly,
the suspicion is that the actual number of Hanako-sans is increasing.
And hence "Hanako-san outbreak."
You're so kind.
You have to pay me back for the pizza later.
That's not what I meant. I'm not going to pay for the pizza.
Yes, you are!
The students you say disappeared from your school obviously aren't your friends,
and yet you're concerned and want to solve this issue.
Don't talk as if it's an obvious fact that I have no friends!
I wonder if it's a result of, as you say, your being a trouble-magnet.
At the same time, helping other people is really ingrained in your nature.
That's another part of my DNA I don't need.
But I do want to preserve a kind of tranquil routine
in the range I can see around me with my own eyes.
My parents vanished before I was aware of them.
After moving from place to place, in various houses and facilities,
now, at this age, I'm living alone.
That would make anyone seek a tranquil, normal, stable environment,
don't you think?
I see... So that's your... Yeah, that explains everything.
If you understand everything about me after just this conversation,
that's very scary.
You must be lonely, having no family and no friends.
Again, did I ever say I have no friends?
On that note...
"You and I at the Culture Festival" "New Drama" "Premieres Monday at 9 pm"
Over the weekend, let's go to this.
A culture festival? What happened to talking about Hanako-san?
"Culture Festival"
Seriously...
...how are we suddenly having our culture festival?
This is really weird. I have no memory whatsoever of making any preparations.
Doesn't a culture festival always involve working together as a homeroom class
to prepare an exhibit?
Did it all get done while I was unable to attend school
during the continuous fiascoes?
Why wouldn't anybody tell me about all this?
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Siesta... that outfit.
Huh? Oh, right, it's different from my usual clothes.
While I was at it, I even put on a ribbon. What do you think?
Why are you suddenly looking away?
It was because of the possibility that,
if I wasn't very careful, I'd let slip that she looked pretty.
But that felt like admitting defeat, so I didn't want to say it.
Why are you wearing our school's uniform?
Oh, the reason I'm wearing a uniform?
I mean, doesn't a "uniform date" to the culture festival seem like fun?
It's so blue... Yep, not bad.
Why are you looking up at the sky?
Well,
"Culture Festival" "Old Schoolhouse" "Haunted House" "Closed during lunch break"
where should we start our walkaround?
Food stalls, planetarium...
"Haunted House" "Old Schoolhouse"
Oh, so the haunted house is in the old schoolhouse. That's a must-see.
Yeah, but we need to look at the schedule before making a move.
Hey. Does this haunted house not let in visitors during off-hours?
Hey, Siesta, it's written right here: "No entry during lunch break."
But according to the ideal itinerary I drew up in my brain,
going in at this time is best.
"Big Summer Special" "If you can eat it all in one hour, it's free!!"
First off, I want to be fortified with food...
"Big Summer Special" "If you can eat it all in one hour, it's free!!"
...the heaping-helping challenge and such...
"Big Summer Special" "If you can eat it all in one hour, it's free!!"
This is not the kind of planning middle schoolers do at a culture festival.
And that's why...
It's off-hours, but we'd appreciate your cooperation.
Sidekick, I'd like a crepe.
Huh? Hey!
"Crepes"
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Um, Siesta, it's no good to push your absurd demands on people other than me.
You bought that for me without my even saying anything,
whereas that other time, you got upset when I ordered a pizza. What's going on?
It's because the situation keeps changing, hour by hour.
I prefer the culture festival right before my eyes
to the elusive Hanako-san.
It's adolescent romantic comedy time!
Hm?
Eh, what? You didn't think a date meant I'd become your girlfriend or something?
No, I was absolutely not thinking that. Not even a little...
Not the tiniest bit.
So stupid, Kimi.
Next we'll go buy takoyaki.
"Eat-Until-You-Drop Street"
"Mini sponge cake"
This closeness is creating all kinds of misunderstandings.
Boy, the morning went great. Let's put that energy into it this afternoon, too.
And...
...in the third stall from the front on the third floor of the old schoolhouse,
"Hanako-san is coming for you!"
Hanako-san will totally appear.
Both of us are in one toilet stall...
What is this all about?
There's something I wanted to check out.
If it's as I suspect...
There!
What do you think this is?
Hmm... A packet for cold medicine?
It looks like someone took it after eating in here.
I can't stop myself from feeling sympathy for you
if that's the very first thing to pop into your mind.
The tranquil routine you want to preserve wouldn't happen to involve
eating a bento box by yourself in the restroom during lunch recess, would it?
As I said, my parents are missing, present progressive tense,
so nobody's ever made me a bento box.
The only lunch I've ever eaten in the restroom is a sweet pastry.
I truly have begun to feel sorry for you.
Shall I make you a bento box now and then?
I told you to quit saying things that could be misinterpreted.
Quiet.
"Hanako-san is coming for you!"
I remember you passing out flyers in the schoolyard...
But what are you doing here?
We won't let him get away.
Huh?
Hey! Siesta!
That rabbit is the "Restroom Hanako-san."
Yikes! This is...
As they say, "The best place to hide a tree is in a forest."
So how can that rabbit-suit person be the Restroom Hanako-san?
I'll explain later. First, we have to find that rabbit.
Sorry if this is anticlimactic... but isn't that him?
"Costume Rentals"
Sorry if this is anticlimactic... but isn't that him?
If he had just acted casual, we wouldn't have recognized him.
All right, let's go grab him!
It's great that you're now on board with the mission and feeling motivated.
Keep it up.
What do you mean, "Keep it up"?
Don't go starting some sidekick training project; I see where you're coming from.
We're the clothing club! We're offering costume try-ons, free of charge!
Anyone who has a moment, please join us!
If there were time,
this would be a chance to see Siesta in a maid costume with cat ears...
...but unfortunately, we're busy.
Costumes for two, please.
We're trying something on? We can't! He's going to get away!
This is a tactical move. If our enemy is trying to blend into a crowd of costumes,
"Make a memory"
This is a tactical move. If our enemy is trying to blend into a crowd of costumes,
"Make a memory"
the strategy is for us to change our appearances with cosplay as well.
"Make a memory"
You think that's going to work?
I feel as though a maid with cat ears would stand out even more.
Don't worry, it's fine.
Ow, ow, ow!
And why were you assuming I'd be a maid with cat ears? I'm not wearing that.
"Join us in the concert hall!!"
No... this is just--
Squeee!
So cute!
That looks amazing on you!
So pretty!
Magnificent.
Sidekick... How do I look?
Yeah, uh, well... it really suits you.
I didn't think you'd come out and say it.
Well, it would be no use lying.
But that suits you, as well, that tuxedo look.
Oh. Really?
If you'd like, we'll take a picture.
Well, umm...
We went to the trouble of wearing them...
Here goes! Say, "Cheese"!
No time for that... while we're in hot pursuit of that rabbit!
We inadvertently took up too much time with the romantic comedy.
This makes it hard to run.
I agree.
Is she thinking this is some cosplay event?
Hey. This is fun, isn't it, Sidekick?
Who are you calling "Sidekick"?
Oops, you caught me.
Sidekick, over there.
Uh?
So he's trying to escape outside!
Hold on, I have a bad feeling about this.
I must be wrong--you're not thinking you're going to jump from here?
No, I'm not thinking that.
Of course, you're too smart for that.
I'm thinking not just me, but you with me.
Huh?
It's fine. The shoes I'm wearing are one of the legendary detective's seven tools.
Huh?
We can fly.
This is the drug ingested by the students who stopped coming to school.
Its use causes elevated mood and improved concentration,
so it was apparently becoming popular, mainly in the track and field club.
I had no idea...
But as a side effect, cases of memory impairment also occur.
You're saying that's why students who used it are now skipping school.
Addicted students turn to selling the drug in order to get money to buy it.
I believe this is what caused the rapid proliferation of Hanako-sans to happen.
And as slang, that black market used the urban legend of the Restroom Hanako-san.
In fact, the illicit drug is apparently made of a flower pollen-like substance
that comes from a certain plant.
Flower pollen. I get it--so that's where Hanako, meaning "flower girl," comes in.
That's a lame joke.
But didn't they say Hanako-san only appeared at 3:00 am?
Why did they show up in the daytime at the culture festival?
They guessed that at the culture festival they could blend into the crowd,
and what's more, hide their identity with a costume to get the jump on rivals
and spread the drug around.
Now I get it. Siesta, you noticed right away
that there was something strange about that rabbit, didn't you?
You said most of the Hanako-sans were from the track and field club, right?
It was a dead giveaway. Who wears running shoes with a rabbit costume?
When I think about it...
From the start, Siesta posed as a customer, used their slang,
and secretly made contact with the Hanako-san.
I told you--
A first-rate detective gets a handle on a case before the incident occurs.
Well, to you, this wasn't a particularly challenging case.
However...
There's talk that SPES also had a hand in this whole flower thing.
You mean that secret organization?
Hijacking planes and using schools' urban legends as cover for criminal activity...
What on Earth is their purpose?
"SPES" means "hope" in Latin. Their purpose is to offer salvation.
Sounds just like some shady religion.
And so... what are you going to do?
I, who had said I wanted an everyday life where nothing happens, hadn't realized...
...that that tranquil life didn't exist.
It had already been ravaged by a potent poison.
Siesta.
I'll ask one more time: What advantages would I gain by becoming your sidekick?
What benefits will you give me?
Why do you want to make me your sidekick?
The reason lies in my being a born trouble-magnet.
For Siesta, who's pursuing SPES, I'm a valuable resource.
The legendary detective isn't looking for a sidekick,
but rather for the incidents I'd attract.
That's why the only rewards she could offer
were half-assed things she improvised on the spot.
My feelings have firmed up.
No matter what Siesta may say, I'll refuse. That's the only option.
I'll protect you.
Whatever incident or trouble your unlucky nature drags you into,
I'll put my life on the line to protect you.
So... become my sidekick, Kimi.
You're trying a clever way of twisting things around.
An invitation that glossed over the reality of things.
Well...
If you're willing to go that far, I'll go along with you.
With that said...
In coming all the way here, you'd already given your answer.
Still, when you toss out the word "sidekick," the definition is unclear.
Waking me up every morning, making me brush my teeth and get dressed?
All that would be a no.
You took a while to reply. You were thinking that life would be kind of nice?
All right, shush, I get it! I'll become your sidekick, just as you wish!
So stand by me, for as long as we both shall live!
Eh?
Are you propo--?
I take it back!
And thus did my dizzying tale of adventure with Siesta begin...
Until...
...death did us part.
That's right...
The detective...
...is already dead.
"The Detective Is Already Dead"
"Purse-snatcher Arrested! Local High School Student is a Hero!"
"High School Hero! Vanished Girl Found!"
"Boy Hero Saves Lives"
"Episode 2" "I Still Remember, After All This Time"