With my accomplices, we set up a network across the city, and I kept watch from atop a pedestrian bridge, monitoring a good portion of the area. K-san, who was near the train station, contacted me. "It looks like a schoolgirl in uniform is heading towards the station, waiting at the crosswalk." When I pointed the camera, I saw K-san's figure. It seems the girl next to him is the target. We followed her in a group of six, observing her. As we walked behind her, I occasionally caught a whiff of shampoo scent wafting from her hair in the breeze. I couldn'
