"Anything else you remember?" Ranpo, despite being wholly interested in the case, had his legs kicked up on the table, was staring at the ceiling, and was twirling his lollipop in his mouth.

It was rare enough for someone to witness the entire crime, and even rarer for them to be unable to recall the offender's face. Not a single identifiable feature, despite the fact that the offender hadn't even tried to hide their face.

And that was interesting enough to get Ranpo off his ass and into the interview room. So far, nothing. But that's how most cases start. He's not the world's greatest detective for nothing.

"Small things, shoes, clothes, any trinkets they had on 'em," Unlike the other cops who had them before, he knew not to push for something he couldn't get. It's not like they're choosing to keep this information from him.