Genius Scammers Want an Easy Life After Reincarnation

"... I'm completely depressed. You're trying to drag the“ patchworker ”that I haven't even grabbed in years, under the daylight just by guessing that you've been listening for less than half a day."

"We couldn't have reached this without the two of us pointing out. It's not just me."

"Don't make me laugh. Neither I nor Risha were just saying common sense."

"Still, we're a team. I'll tell you what you don't know, and you'll tell me what I don't know - so if things go forward, it's the result of the team."

Lisha smiles and Celia sharpens her mouth unexpectedly.

As she tilted her neck while raising her mouth corner, Celia coughed her cheeks.

"I don't know how old I am, but I know where I came from. What about gender?"

"The judgment is thin about that. The priority for the Patchworker in selecting the target is“ three people of similar physique and different races. "It's hard to judge by the lack of attention to gender."

"The total number of people killed was 39, so if there are so many, we'll find something in common....."

"There are five men and eight women. There are more women in the ratio, but the smaller the number of 13, the margin of error would be."

Hmm, I looked at the ceiling as I roared.

Indoor lights emitting light of a warm color system were suspended at equal intervals.

"Then let's move on to other behavioral analysis."

What about the reason? I have no idea, but killing a lot of people means something to me. "

"That's part of the motive. Celia, what do you say?

Celia, with her face in the open, turned towards you.

"... you're asking me that?

"The reason why you don't ask“ why ”in the investigation somehow makes sense. But your hatred of the“ patchworkers ”is real. You're guessing without telling me, aren't you?

The silence lasts for a while.

When the master brought me a reheated meal, he rounded his eyes to a mood that was not very good.

"Rosie, you don't have to force yourself, do you?

Risha, who was working on the meal with her lips, leaked slightly.

"I've said it since I left school, but what I want to know is the impression the party had on the killer. This is the kind of person whose candid feelings are at the core of the information."

"... you might have guessed."

Celia turned her gaze towards us.

"Yeah, that's why I want answers. I need your help with that."

Looking straight at her, Celia sighed as if she had given up.

Then he basically stood up and went around the counter and disappeared behind the store.

"Eh, hey, Rosie? Are you glad you let Celia go?

Show Risha a worried face by pointing at the ceiling.

"The sound of climbing the stairs... what's up there?

Lisha twisted her neck as she closed her eyes and held out her ears.

"I don't know why, but Celia doesn't live in school, she lives here. So maybe up there..."

"Is this Celia's room?

I'm sure it is.

After eating, wipe your mouth with napkin.

There is still an untouched soup in front of Celia's seat.

"... Rosie, what are you up to this time?

Lisha looks at me half-eyed. [M]

"Now what?

"It's useless to play dumb anymore. Seems like you're harassing Celia, doesn't it really make sense?

"No, this is just harassment."

"I knew it! Why is Rosie so gentle...?

Risha hardens with a smile.

"If the client was hiding the information, the investigation would not proceed. We are certainly on the receiving side, but that's why we do everything we need to do to complete the request. Even if it was harassment of the client."

"... let's not stop. Was there no other way?

"Yes, there is. But this is the fastest."

That said, Risha kicked me in the cheek with a full face. [M]

"Ah, you're back."

Immediately after Risha's words, Celia's tired expression appeared from behind the counter.

Her hair is dry, dust is tangled at the tip of her hair, and the hem of the uniform she was wearing has turned white.

"I'm not asking what happened. However, you should clean the room regularly."

"It's an extra favor."

Receive the handed out notebook.

It is soiled, but the cover is genuine leather, and the paper is baked in the sun and yellow earth colors and antiquities come out.

"It's your father's notebook. All the speculations about the killer are here?

"... I wrote it all the way, and someday I stopped. I can't catch a patchworker without proof, no matter how much I've lined up my reasoning."

Besides, Celia's expression continued to get steep.

"I can't reach the one who sinned against my dad."

Undo the fist and get to your seat.

Hmm, I was resting my disturbed hair with a sigh.