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統 Integration 合 Zetsubō stared at the wall. His brow was furrowed, and his pen was in his hand. He knew the investigator's names, Touta Matsuda, and Shuichi Aizawa. But there was a problem. He had to assume everything was on a worse-case scenario. Having learned of Near's boundary-crossing tactics, he'd have to assume Near was there, or at least viewing and watching what happened during the conversation. So that meant that Near knew he made contact with the two. Which means he can't just write them off somehow. This is especially troubling, since Near knew that Kira can kill with more then just heart attacks. Any death del