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There were five masked people in total.

One of them is the man who brought me —— Ibel.

Even if I hid my face, I could tell immediately how I looked, how I walked, and how I did it.

Perfect. If he were here, we might be able to join the investigation.

"It's you. What are you doing here?"

"I heard Keira scream. I felt bad, so hurry up."

"A fortuneteller's guess?

"No, I can feel the voice of my desperately appealing soul."

Ibel snorts mockingly.

"Then ask your soul. Who the hell did this to you?

"I don't know. He doesn't know the moment he was killed."

It's a very convenient soul.

"If you have any doubts, let me help you with the investigation. Now that you've proven yourself useful to the Patriarch, I'll try to solve this kind of case."

"I see, you're going to imitate the Witch of God."

"She can only hear God's uncertain voice, right? Then I'm more certain. [M] I listen to human voices."

"... hmm, go ahead. If you can do it, you can do it."

"I'm going to."

Looking up at the mask, he raised his mouth.

When Ibel suddenly clapped his hands, three masked men lowered the wild horse that had begun to gather strawly.

What remained in front of the body were me and Ibel, and a woman with black hair that stretched to her shoulders and ponytailed.

"The doctor's job is tough, too. I don't think I can."

"... why do you think I'm a doctor?

Never mind. Keep going.

In Ibel's words, the woman in the mask proceeds to gauge the situation as if she were not relentless.

Let's start with the skin condition.

The scalp burned with a metal instrument like a scalpel peels off.

I know roughly how much it burned.

"What's the matter? You look pale."

"... uhh, just look at this. I'm going to get some clarity, so I'm sorry, but can you let me know if you find out anything?

"Shit, it's not as good as my mouth."

Once away from the body, breathe deeply with your hands on your chest.

I'm not done yet.

I thought I could control my body as much as I could, but my hands won't stop shaking.

"Hmm...."

There's nothing I can do about this.

There are things humans can and cannot do.

It is not something that can be done with effort or patience, but a story that is fundamentally unfit for purpose.

In that sense, I was not ready for an autopsy. [M]

Let's admit it honestly and try to make up for it with a different element.

"--Okay."

I don't have the ability like Risha to hear only the desired sound from the mixed noise.

However, the combination of lip reading and thought processing can be similar.

Increase the specific gravity of consciousness divided into visual and auditory reception.

Focus on the crowd conversation.

Vision focuses on the mouth of a few people within sight, and hearing extends to the whole noise.

Pick up the conversation that best fits your mouth movement and eliminate other noise.

Let the brain recognize it as a clear voice.

Who would do such a thing......

Has it been six months since a murder occurred in this village? That's a terrible thing to do. "

No, it's not.

The information I want is not perception.

"Ol Lot is dead."

You were a serious and good young man. Who hated him enough to burn him to death?

Surely you said you were worried about Keira. Did you kill him because he couldn't turn around?

It's impossible, but this is different.

Keira's desperate feelings were undoubtedly real.

Had she killed him, it wouldn't have happened.

Rumor has it he was trying to escape the village. I was planning an escape with someone. "

I deserve to be solemnly told to leave the Patriarch behind. Yeah, I've been looking into it, but in fact, Muskel may have moved directly.

... I found it.

Perhaps this is the motive.

Well, if you try to get out of the village without permission, you could get killed.

And the name “Muskel” —— from the flow of the story, that's probably the name of those masks.

"Hey, you guys killed him?

Ah?

Ibel raised his face and looked at us.

Although the facial expression is covered with a mask, it can be read to the extent that it is a subtle reaction to breathing and the whole body.

"You look like you have no reason. And you didn't know that Ole was trying to escape the village?

Wait a minute. What the hell are you talking about?

"When I changed my mind, Ole's voice came in. Maybe he was killed because he was planning to escape."

"... chi"

Ibel scratches his head whilst whispering.

A little laugh leaked out at the human smell.

"No, we didn't kill him. I made it look like this, because one day I won't be able to contain the grievances of the villagers."

Oh, you're thinking about it unexpectedly.

"Uuuuuuuuuu. And what else did you find out?"

"Now tell me what you found out. Information is a catalyst that evokes the memory of the soul."

Ibel taps the woman in the mask on the shoulder.

Ah, yes.

Tell him what you know now.

"... is that okay?

"He sent us useful information. If there's a chance we'll be connected next time, let me do it."

"I understand."

A woman stood up with the soot on her hands.

One big bucket and one small bucket at the foot. I wonder if the product is in evidence.

"What's that?

"It's a burnt piece of wood. The big ones were masks and the small ones were like church emblems."

"Mask? So Ole's one of yours?

"Oh, you talked in the woods once."

... hmm, I see.

The one who stood up for me then. [M]

"I'll keep going. The combustion time was not so long, but it was greasy, so I can guess it was burning with a fairly strong fire."

The collected oil was packed in a vial.

The color is light yellow.

I have the same opinion around here. [M]

"Especially when you burn your upper body, you can't tell the face. In addition to Keira's testimony, we have no contact with him, so we believe he is in Ol Lot."