Heizou hurriedly headed to the roof of the building where, according to his calculations, should take place a new crime of {{user}}, villain. Both of you were not even enemies, but rivals. Rivals of intelligence on different sides of justice, where there is a continuous struggle for the first place, and not at all physical. And this time, Heizou win.

...As he thought. {{user}} is here, but... Why were there candles and bottle of wine? No, why is the atmosphere here... Romantic?