You're an accomplice,
but you're not one of us.
So, you know...
If you make one false move, I'll kill you.
I think these guys are serious about picking a fight with this country.
Come back, Shibazaki!
Hurry. I'm waiting.
Forced out by the world
On top of an outrageously thin needle
"Terror in Resonance"
Trying to find my balance
The tip of my finger touches you
And I know I'm not alone
With the single bent wing we were given
From when I was born
(Until I die)
I'll ask what you want to do
Because your smile is like that of an angel
In the heat of summer
(Getting distorted)
Out of the gaps between the cluster of burning buildings
We fall down
I'll pull (I'll pull)
The last trigger (last trigger)
Winter covers everything
I can't accept this!
Why is an old man from the archives suddenly my boss?!
Doesn't something seem wrong with that?
Oh, you didn't know?
Shibazaki used to be an accomplished detective in First Division.
Huh?
Oh yeah, he was called "Razor Shibazaki."
Lucky. I wish I had a clichéd nickname like that.
But isn't that all in the past?
Now he's just someone who's been shunted off to the archives to wait for retirement, isn't he?
In that case--
Hello.
Oh, good to see you.
Man, Shibazaki. I hope you're not expecting me to help you move for free!
Where's my desk?
Oh, it's over here.
You'll have to feed me later
How's ramen or something?
How many times do I have to tell you? Fat people aren't all about carbs.
Hey, Hamura!
Hey Nine, don't you think the riddle was a little too hard?
That's not true.
But you know, what're you going to do if no one solves the riddle again?
After the bombing at Roppongi the other day,
there were vans from the Nuclear, Biological, and Chemical Terrorism Special Forces.
"NBC Countermeasures Vehicle"
Maybe...
It's possible that there's someone who has figured out what we're after.
We'll find out for sure this time.
Um, the culprit boldly entered the police station like this,
ignoring the surveillance cameras,
and calmly placed the delivery box with the plastic bomb.
I believe we can take this as a confirmation of their challenge to the police.
So this means that they may be planting their next bomb as we speak.
One of the culprits behind the stolen plutonium
from the nuclear fuel reprocessing facility in Aomori
was a facility employee who had only worked there for a few months.
His name was Yuzo Miyajima.
By the way, he doesn't actually exist.
What do you mean?
We believe that through the Basic Residents' Registration Network,
he infiltrated the government office and fabricated a fictional identity.
To maintain the appearance of local promotion,
locals have an advantage when it comes to being hired.
And?
That is a picture of Miyajima's face.
"Artist's sketch of suspect"
You don't have a photo?
The photo of Miyajima's face the facility had was deleted somehow.
We sent out an emergency deployment,
but Miyajima and the other culprit disappeared suddenly.
He looks like he's just a kid.
Yeah.
You know the city I lived in when I was a kid?
It was filled with old people.
You're from Hiroshima, right?
I...
...hated summer.
In the summer, the city became frighteningly quiet...
...because the old people almost never left their houses.
They'd say they didn't feel well in the summer.
I spent a lot of time with my grandma.
But it was like she was stolen by summer.
That's what it felt like.
Yeah, I hated summer.
Is that why you, a second-generation atomic bomb victim, accepted this case?
Because you can't forgive criminals who play around with nuclear weapons?
I wonder...
It does bother me, though.
There's something about it...
Mr. Kawai,
how did a veteran like you make a mistake operating the crane?
I told you, I was tired from a lot of overtime.
The company I work for is a sweatshop.
Officer, will you investigate it?
You little--!
Shibazaki.
Sorry, can I have a chair?
I have a bad back.
Oh, sure.
Mr. Kawai, I hear your hobby is gambling?
Huh? Uh, yeah.
Horses? Bikes? Or boats?
Huh?
By the way, I heard a scary guy has been going over to your house.
What?
Uh, not recently...
Yeah, it seems he stopped recently, huh?
What's this?
Maybe the debt collector came here, too?
I've brought it.
From your computer that you handed over voluntarily,
we were able to recover unshakeable proof.
Kawai confessed.
He got an email saying if he cut the Kyuedogawa power line
and made it look like an accident, he would receive 2 million yen.
Was there actual delivery of the money?
Yes.
Apparently, Kawai just replied saying he could do it,
and even though he didn't tell anyone his account number,
1 million yen was transferred to his account.
Let's look into the transfer account and time.
Of course, the money was transferred from a fake account.
The biggest problem is
that the culprit knew that if the Kyuedogawa power line were cut,
there would be a blackout in the city and power would be cut off to the government building.
But why would such a well-prepared criminal leave behind an email that could be traced?
And if you look at the surveillance footage from Roppongi Station,
it's as if he's intentionally leaving behind evidence.
What's wrong?
It's here! It's Sphinx!
"Can you solve Sphinx's riddle?"
Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone!
It's time for "Can you solve Sphinx's riddle?"
I'm Sphinx number 1.
I'm number 2.
Now, for today's riddle.
What's the building next to the house of the god who solved the riddle?
"Can you solve Sphinx's riddle?"
If you don't solve it, there'll be another "boom!" and it'll blow up.
You have until 10 a.m. tomorrow morning.
Now, everyone! Search until you walk yourself lame and have to drag your feet along.
Can you replay the video?
Yeah.
There.
...until 10 a.m. tomorrow morning.
Now, everyone!
Sphinx number 2 is clapping his hands in prayer.
By "house of the god," they must mean a shrine somewhere.
"The god who solved the riddle"...
The one who solved the Sphinx's riddle was...
Oedipus!
So do they mean who Oedipus would be if he were a Japanese god?
Yeah, that's a good thought.
Do you think there's a hint in "walk yourself lame," too?
Yeah.
Oedipus's name means "swollen foot."
"Swollen foot"?
When his real father, Laius, abandoned him in the forest,
he put a thick nail through Oedipus's heel so he couldn't run away from the animals.
That's brutal.
He was found by a shepherd and adopted by the king of Corinth.
The king saw his leg and named him "swollen foot," or Oedipus.
How literal.
One theory states that Oedipus was lame for his entire life.
However...
We don't have much time.
This is the first time they gave a specific time.
Check all the shrines in the city thoroughly for now.
Yes, sir!
Lisa! Lisa!
Lisa! Lisa! Lisa!
"Mom" "Mom" "Mom" "Mom" "Mom" "Mom" "Mom"
"Terror in Resonance"
Ah!
Aw...
Shibazaki,
I want to lie down and play.
The sofa here is the best for thinking over things.
What?
What about you? You can play your game at home, can't you?
I'm here to keep you company.
I thought you'd be lonely.
Thanks, I guess.
Anyway, don't you think Sphinx is lonely, too?
They probably just want attention.
They're kids, aren't they?
To blow things up all over the place because they're lonely?
I won't stand for it.
Ah... Oh, shoot.
Is that an online game?
Yeah, you work with other people to defeat monsters.
It's pretty fun.
Really?
I thought young people these days would retreat into their own shells,
but it looks like they want to randomly connect to others.
Oh no,
grumbling about young people is proof that you're an old man.
Oh, I did it!
I beat the green dragon!
This guy was pretty hard!
Dragon, huh?
If I remember correctly, an ancestor of Oedipus's mother was...
That's it!
That's it, Mukasa!
Huh?
"Mom" "Mom" "Mom" "Mom" "Mom" "Mom" "Mom"
"Cell phone" "Email address" "None" "Group" "Call"
Who's there?
Lisa?
Is that you, Lisa?
Shibazaki, are you serious?
Yes.
Are you trying to provoke the criminals?
I will take responsibility if anything happens.
Shibazaki...
What can you do in your position?!
If something happens, the people above you will be held responsibl--
Then, Mr. Kurahashi,
please take responsibility if anything happens.
What?!
A name is usually a gift of love.
But for you who have been abandoned, love does not exist.
Signs of pretense like that must be eliminated.
I will now give you new names to be called.
Are you all right?
Are your ears ringing again?
No...
It's nothing.
No lying, okay?
Then no lying for you, either.
You met up with Lisa Mishima, didn't you?
Was it that obvious?
Don't worry, I won't get too involved.
Because if I do, it'll be more painful later.
Okay, we're ready.
Can you hear me, Sphinx number 1 and 2?
I'm Shibazaki from the Metropolitan Police Department.
Oh, what's this?
Let me answer your riddle.
"What's the building next to the house of the god who solved the riddle?"
The one who solved the Sphinx's riddle was Oedipus.
He wasn't the child of a god,
but the ancestor of his mother and wife, Jocasta, was a dragon in human form.
One theory states that Oedipus was lame for his entire life.
"Local News Desk"
The dragon who drags his feet--
Arahabaki.
Oh, my!
Arahabaki is a mysterious god found in the Kanto and Tohoku regions.
The god of fighting and iron making,
he is also known as "god of feet."
At one point, he had to wander different areas after losing his home,
and he became so exhausted that he dragged his feet.
"Answer to the Riddle: Live stream from Met Police Dept"
We have breaking news.
Currently, the Metropolitan Police Department is using a video streaming site
to answer the bombers' riddle.
And the "habaki" part of "Arahabaki" is derived from "dragon tree,"
"Answer to the Riddle: Live stream from Met Police Dept"
so there is also a strong connection to the dragon god.
The most famous Arahabaki shrine is in Tagajo in Miyagi Prefecture,
but within Tokyo city, he is worshipped in...
...this place.
"Shirahige Shrine"
Shirahige Shrine in Katsushika.
The building next to it is...
We have just finished disarming the bomb.
Thanks, good work.
This is the answer to the riddle.
Not bad.
"Breaking News" "Sphinx Case Breaking News"
It appears that the bomb has just been successfully disarmed.
Well?
How does it feel to get an answer to your riddle?
It doesn't make you feel anything, does it?
I don't know if this is a game or a joke to you,
but don't get carried away with your child's play.
The joker you guys are waving around isn't a toy.
--If you use that... --Cut the feed, quickly.
Yes, sir.
...I will never forgive you!
"Tokyo Serial Bombing Case - Official Announcement From Investigation Headquarters has finished streaming."
Shibazaki!
Don't say anything to make things worse!
I've asked Director Kurahashi to follow up if necessary.
Man...
--Did you see them? --Of course.
There were hazmat suits mixed in with the bomb suits...
Which means...
The police have definitely
connected us to the stolen plutonium.
A bomb was removed from the building next to Shirahige Shrine in Katsushika.
"Sphinx Case - Met Police Dept has found and disarmed bomb"
The Metropolitan Police Department solved the culprit's riddle on a video streaming site
and the bomb was found successfully...
Um, excuse me, Director Kurahashi.
Hm? What is it?
What kind of person is Shibazaki?
I heard that he was the ace of First Division,
but what happened?
Fifteen years ago, in the summer,
a Diet secretary from the ruling party fell to his death from a hotel room.
Secretary?
The higher ups ruled it to be an accident or suicide,
but Shibazaki wouldn't accept that.
He insisted on the possibility that the man had been involved in some kind of conspiracy,
and even went as far as to investigate the leader of the dead Diet secretary's political faction.
"Prosecutor Investigating As Suicide" "Suspicious? Questionable"
That couldn't have ended well...
The faction leader was originally from the Metropolitan Police Department.
So that's why Shibazaki was transferred to the archives...
Shibazaki had a family.
He had his life.
All he could do was accept the decision from above.
However,
he has never forgotten.
He hasn't given up...
...on that summer.
Today's another hot day.
Will anyone sprinkle the ocean over my head?
I want to be showered by submerged fish and sun
The brilliant unknown
The magic that disappears when I stumble
As if looking at the cracked sky through a glass slide
On the roof of an abandoned building
Surrounding the murmur of down feathers
We are a song
Clad in the throbbing
Of the light decorating the ashen ground
We are a bouquet
Wings pulled out