[He's listening to this one with a frown, and it morphs into a scowl when the items appear before them. Mahiro silently picks up the blue flip phone and flicks it open, revealing a black screen. There's no sign of life as he tries to turn it on, but his expression doesn't change; it wouldn't be that easy, would it?
So he simply pockets the phone and leaves the hall. For once, it doesn't seem like he has anything snide to say about the motive.]
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So he simply pockets the phone and leaves the hall. For once, it doesn't seem like he has anything snide to say about the motive.]