Thank you for the meal.
On the dot again today!
Do good work on your business trip, honey!
And tomorrow is...
Our tenth wedding anniversary.
Correct!
Have a good trip.
Eyebrows that form a straight line.
Working precisely from nine to five.
Cute, round eyes!
And yet, Asami... my wife is the only one I can't read.
We have the same face...
Kenji Shimamoto, thirty-five years old.
Head of all the drug trafficking in this area.
Oh?
Honey?
Oh! Goodness, I'm so sorry!
I mistook you for someone else.
Please excuse me.
Hoshi, do you have a minute?
There's been an irregularity.
Sh-Shimamoto! Do you remember my daughter?!
You got her hooked on drugs!
Now you can tumble down into hell, too!
Shima...moto?
The target I killed.
How was this a perfect plan?
It's so hot.
That's right.
Ten years ago...
It was hot that day, too.
Can't predict these sudden downpours.
Today has been horrible.
Getting rained on when I hate rain...
Finding a glaring mistake in information transmitted from the organization...
If the target is skilled with weapons, that's an extremely important point.
And that open cut is burning.
Today was far from perfect.
Oh, yuck!
I'm soaking wet.
Oh? Kase?
I knew it! It is you, Kase!
Miss Ogata.
Look at this. There's enough water to wring out!
Our department was supposed to have a get-together in Roppongi toady.
Why is she in Shinjuku?
Hey!
Your face says you feel awkward about running into me here.
Actually, you should come to the get-togethers sometimes, you know?
Do you not like drink—oh...
Kase, you have blood on you.
This is bad.
Can she tell the splatter is from my target?
There's no one else around.
What do I do? Play it off?
Run? Knock her out?
Kill her?
What is the perfect answer?
Now you've got your working face on!
Working? How much does this woman know?
I understand. There's no need to try to hide it.
I've known all along what the perfect answer is.
It's from a nosebleed, isn't it?
It is really hot today, after all.
Better keep up your salt levels, or you'll get heat stroke.
Hold on. I'm sure I put some salt candies in my bag.
How did you know?
The face I make when I work.
Well, of course I know that face.
I'm your boss, after all.
Oh! Found one.
I'm always seeing the unparalleled perfection with which you do your work.
Come on, give me your hand.
Oh, it's fine!
It's all right if things don't always go as planned.
You see?
You met me here because of the rain!
Hmm.
So you can make a face like that, too, can you?
There's been an irregularity.
Mr. Kase!
Con...cierge?
Oh, right. I called him, didn't I?
We'll get you to the hotel right away!
We'll begin treatment immediately.
No.
Please, don't move!
I... can't be saved.
You get what I mean, right?
Please... kill me.
Of course, sir.
We will now provide you with our Dying Service.
Not human; like a monster
Lacking human kindness or weakness
Ruthless; cruel
Inhuman
Dying Service 2
It's going quite smoothly, isn't it?
Mr. Kase's Dying Service.
Yeah.
We disguised his death by stabbing as sudden death by heart failure.
All evidence of his kills was completely disposed of.
Since his funeral is being held at our hotel,
we're able to handle everyone connected to his cover identity appropriately.
Hey, Miss Sara...
The crimes he committed number in the double digits, don't they?
Yes, of course.
And seriously, what kind of hitman is this detailed in his paperwork?
Even this background music!
The song titles, play order... even the pauses were specified!
Right down to the second!
We have to work hard for Mr. Kase's sake now, too.
Those people are Mr. Kase's subordinates in his office job.
None of them know who he really was.
That's because, for them, that is who he really was.
That's true.
"Who he really was."
Mrs. Kase?
We're ready to carry the coffin out.
Please go and rest while we do so.
Yes, of course.
They say this is goodbye for us, honey.
I'm sorry.
If our positions were reversed, you'd have played it off perfectly, wouldn't you?
You'd have behaved like the perfect brave husband who'd lost his wife.
It's time for the finishing touches.
Excuse me!
I will begin the finishing touches, as well.
Hotel Inhumans.
The room is just down here.
Thank you for going to the trouble of bringing his personal items from the office.
Not at all. I was a useless worker, so Mr. Kase really took care of me.
He was a perfectionist to a bizarre extent, wasn't he?
May I ask what you were doing the day Mr. Kase died?
Actually, that day just happened to be our wedding anniversary,
so I'd gone out to buy a cake.
I see.
This way, please.
Just wondering, but while you were out,
you met a man with a goatee, didn't you?
What?
Excuse me!
Where could he have gone?
Wait! I'm...
Yes, the crime in this is not yours.
Since you have merely been hired by Shimamoto's organization,
I will tell you that this was simply an accident.
Indeed, Mr. Toshiya Kase was disguised as his target
when he happened to be caught on a street corner camera with Mrs. Asami Kase.
That day, Mr. Kase went to that mixed-use building disguised as Shimamoto...
and killed Shimamoto.
He had planned to leave the site right after,
but through a series of coincidences,
Mrs. Kase became the last person to see Shimamoto alive.
Hoshi...
There's been an irregularity.
There's something I want you to—
So there is absolutely no connection between her and Shimamoto's death.
Are you sure about this?
Yes.
Soon, corrected information will be circulated.
What made you take note of me?
Your gait was much too natural.
After the death of someone close,
a situation that should not be treated as normal...
being too clever is a problem, too.
Oh! That's mine.
I can't believe I left something behind at a time like this.
Thank you.
Wait... Are you Mr. Hoshi?
Yes, I am.
I knew it! You were in many of the photos my husband sent me.
You were with him that day, too, weren't you?
Yes.
If you wouldn't mind... could you tell me what he was like on his last day?
Yes, of course.
That day, our return flight from our Hokkaido business trip was delayed,
so it seemed like the negotiation I had scheduled in Tokyo would be called off.
But Mr. Kase stayed calm.
I... can't be saved.
He was meticulously efficient,
with his usual perfection intact.
He wasn't thrown off by the irregularity of the situation.
Please... kill me.
He gave me precise instructions.
But...
when it came to you, his wife...
One more thing!
Mr. Kase!
Asami and I were caught on camera together!
Please, protect Asami... Protect Asami from Shimamoto's crew!
Understood, sir.
Yes, it was only when he talked about you...
he was the opposite of his usual self.
I see. He was?
I loved to poke holes in that perfection of his.
A long time ago, when I saw that expression for the first time...
I just couldn't forget it.
That's why, every year on our anniversary, I'd do a presentation of his good points,
just to confound him.
A round of applause!
Louder!
It's like a form of torture.
But now...
I can't do that anymore, can I?
Here.
Photos from our last business trip.
That's his handwriting.
In short, the best part of me
is that I met you.
In short, the best part of me
is that I met you.
What good... does surprising me now do?
Ms. Wang, Mr. Ando, Mr. Takei...
Mr. Paulo!
Incorrect on all counts.
The woman who just left was Mr. Shinozuka, from room 502.
Room 502? But he's an older man, isn't he?
But isn't it bad that his gait gives him away?
Shouldn't it disqualify you as a hitman?
Everyone is deliberately making it easy to tell as a signal that they're going out.
Mr. Kase was particularly conscientious about it.
Yeah. He was conscientious, wasn't he?
Now, Mr. Kase, this concludes the contractual obligations for our Dying Service.
Oh... I'm sorry. There's just one thing.
Letter for my wife
Personal
Funeral
Do you have this prepared?
Oh. Could you wait a bit for that?
My wife always gives me so much through her words.
I feel like I should reciprocate in the end, at least.
But...
what do I do if she gets angry with me?
Huh? You mean your wife?
Yes. My wife is the only person I can't read.
Really?
I just don't know what to do.
Seriously.
What's the correct answer here?
Was Mr. Kase special?
Huh?
I don't know.
But... there's something I've learned by working here.
You met me here because of the rain!
Hmm.
So you can make a face like that, too, can you?
Killers-for-hire murder.
Killers-for-hire deceive.
Killers-for-hire betray.
But...
killers-for-hire fall in love, too.
Corpse Reviver
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