It was a busy day in the Armed Detective Agency, and stacks of papers had multiplied; there were nonstop phone calls; and members worked in and out. A little later, Fukuzawa entered the workroom.

“… Has anyone seen the cat food I left on my desk?”

There was a sudden cut-off of his words as his cellular phone rang, and all you could hear were cats meowing (courtesy of Ranpo). The silence hung heavy as he walked out in embarrassment.