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Everyone dies...

and...

death comes unexpectedly.

I've seen many deaths before.

But... I never imagined that I would die.

At least, not until two hours ago.

It was my first time home in three weeks.

For someone involved in a murder investigation,

I was able to go home early.

Every day, all I did was work.

Since I put all my heart and soul into my work,

before I knew it, I was all alone. No girlfriend, no friends.

In my dreary bachelor pad,

I'd eat this food while watching boring TV shows,

and then sleep like a log.

Instead of living this mundane life,

I preferred to work.

Deep down, I was hoping that someone would get murdered,

and I'd be called out to the scene.

Yes?

Yes.

It was an emergency dispatch for our investigation unit.

A murder had occurred.

The victim was a former police officer.

You're working hard.

I only slept for an hour.

You're late.

What's the situation?

My former colleague was murdered, and people are arguing over jurisdiction.

-Cause of death? -A single direct shot to the forehead.

The lock to the entrance wasn't broken, and the room was undamaged.

It had to be a pro or someone who knew him.

Anyway, it's troublesome. Be prepared for a long case.

I was hoping for that.

I don't think we can go in for a while.

I'll check the perimeter.

He seems to really want a promotion.

Come on, be nice.

I can't stand extremely eager guys like him.

-I can hear you. -I'm saying it so you can hear me!

Keep it down.

When I was still a patrolman,

I ran into a stupid suspect who had returned to the crime scene,

and arrested that person.

That success opened the door to my career as a detective.

Ever since then, checking the perimeter

became part of my routine before beginning an operation.

I was hoping he would be a stupid suspect.

Excuse me, wait a moment.

I was the stupid one.

I had totally forgotten about the weapon used to kill the victim.

This...

may have been karma for hoping that someone would die.

Somebody...

Help...

Can you hear me?

One, two, three!

I'm still alive.

I didn't die yet.

Mr. Ishikawa?

Do you understand?

Where do people go...

when they die?

If I die,

what happens to all my pain and frustration?

What happens to all these memories I've diligently accumulated?

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

I died...

He's back!

And then...

-X-ray with... -I came back to life.

-Yes. -Yes.

Where do people go when they die?

I got involved in a case and ended up being shot in the head.

The bullet traveled halfway through my skull

and I miraculously survived with it lodged against my basilar artery.

But...

the operation to extract the bullet would be high risk.

So for now, I'm stuck with this bullet in my head.

As a result,

I...

I regained consciousness five days after I was shot.

In order to remove this bullet,

surgery will be required.

During the surgery,

we will temporarily stop your heart.

Does this mean...

I'll be in a temporary state of death?

Even if it's temporary,

I'll be dead, right?

Right now, miraculously, there is no damage,

but we don't know what harm the bullet will do in the future.

As a doctor,

I see no other choice than to recommend surgery.

Why did I... come back to life?

Why did this miracle happen?

What was the significance... of my survival?

Here.

Thank you.

You look pretty good now.

The wound healed completely.

What about the bullet? Aren't you going to remove it?

Even if it's only temporary,

I don't want to die again.

I see.

So far,

it doesn't seem to be impacting my daily life.

Can I...

go back into the field?

It depends on what the higher-ups think.

The problem isn't your physical state, but your mental state.

Can you go out into the field again as if nothing happened?

Take some time to think about it.

The field will still be there.

Were you able to get any leads on the guy who shot me?

The bullet inside your head is the only lead.

The higher-ups would forcefully pull it out to solve the case.

-What... Is something funny? -No, there's nothing funny.

I'll head back now.

Hey...

Are you okay?

Hey.

Should I call a doctor?

I'm fine.

I just felt a little dizzy from being out in the sun.

Can you move?

Yes, I'm okay.

I'll walk with you.

I'm sorry. Did I startle you?

No, it's all right.

She was a young girl

who just passed away.

It must be tough for her parents.

At the time,

I thought it was just a coincidence.

THREE MONTHS LATER

-You're working hard. -You, too.

A family of three was stabbed repeatedly with a knife.

I can smell the blood from here.

That's unforgivable.

-We'll catch the suspect for sure. -Yes.

Oh...

He's coming back today, right?

That's right.

Are you sure he'll be okay at this scene?

Are you worried about him?

-You're so nice. -No, I'm not.

That's not it. I just don't want him to slow us down.

Right? Is it--

Speak of the devil.

I heard he used the bullet in his head to convince the higher-ups

to let him return to work. Is it true?

He was able to come back because he's an excellent detective.

Is he better than me?

Thanks for your hard work.

It's a tough scene. Be prepared.

Yes.

Show some enthusiasm.

I told you to be nice. Come on...

I'll check the perimeter.

Hey...

Leave him alone.

Excuse me, do you have a moment?

What?

This area is supposed to be off-limits.

Do you have anything to verify your identity?

A coroner?

I was hired while you were on leave.

I'm a woman...

I'm young...

You're wondering why someone like me, right?

No, I was wondering why you're not wearing a police jacket.

If I had to wear that lame thing, I'd quit the force.

Why are you here?

I finished my inspection,

so I thought I'd check out the scene before I leave.

I don't think that's the coroner's job.

I do things differently.

Any problem with that?

No...

By the way, what were you staring at?

The victims' house.

What do you see?

-Many things... -Like what?

-Did you see the bodies? -Not yet...

Then I won't tell you since it'll throw you off.

You should check out the scene with a fresh set of eyes.

-We're going in. -Okay.

-Hey. -Yes?

The victims were the family who lived here: Tetsuro Sawada, age 39,

Miyuki, age 33, and Ryo, age 4.

-Let's go... -Okay.

Hey!

There are two sets of footprints

so we're treating this as a multiple-suspect case.

The footprints end in the hall.

I guess they changed shoes when they left.

This was probably the first victim.