[Shuichi has, of course, been paying attention to the floor. That's where his eyes are naturally drawn, after all. He stops at each of the suspicious areas, feeling along the seams and frowning thoughtfully. He knocks on the cut pieces with his fist, listening to see if they sound any different than regular concrete. Or feel any different, for that matter. Though he's pretty sure they probably won't...surely the police would have noticed something like that?]
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