"Rosie, I want you to show me that paper again."
"Yeah? Nothing, but yes"
Close the door and pass a piece of paper to Celia as she removes the dirt from her shoes with a slightly wider front door.
"... Is it still just the address and the family name on it, or what? What tricks did you use?"
"You mean that arr earlier? I didn't use any tricks. It's just a combination of observation and conversation."
"No, I know it's a tick. That's why we don't know where the only names we know of a couple or the information that comes out of them is the House of Memories."
That, I pocket a piece of paper that you gave me back, saying.
Shortly afterwards, Tong pointed to his own chest.
"There were two rings Elsa was lowering from her neck, the name“ Ellie ”carved on the inside of one of them. I wear it from time to time to see multiple wounds on the outside and even lower it in the house. That would be quite important. I mean --"
"Pairing with murdered husband, you mean"
"Yes, so I reasoned that" Ellie ”was a nickname from her husband. Otherwise, I wouldn't have carved it in there."
Hmm, Celia nods with her hands on her chin.
"So what about the house? It's really well cleaned, but you don't know if it's a home of memories."
"I knew Celia's weakness was there. I'm not thinking about the" why ”part —— no, I don't know if I've unconsciously started to exclude it from my thoughts."
"I won't deny it, but I'm not going to be inferior to you when it comes to your ability to look for evidence. As much as you're attached to the house, you'll see."
He leaked his breath and Celia looked at me with a muffled face.
"... if you missed something, I want you to let me know. For later school."
"Elsa's love for her husband is considerable. Seven years after he was killed, he still carries the pairing with him. It's normal psychology to want to distance yourself from unpleasant events, but unless you have good memories or deep connections to surpass them. That's what this house is all about for her."
That's what I'm saying. I'm walking to the back of the house.
"You don't even feel as guilty as a shard about clinging to a person's weakness, your mind's timing is perceived as sensitive. He's a hell of a man.... Liesha, is Rosie always oh?
"Ha ha... right, occasionally..."
Celia exhales a deep sigh at Leisha, who leaks a dry laugh.
"Occasionally, huh? It's not something you can do with such craftsmanship every now and then."
"Well, it's Logie..."
He was twisting his neck with a subtle face, like he was convinced, like he wasn't.
Celia's questions are good too.
From the edge, it's nothing more than a peek into the gaps in your mind that you don't want others to step in, while forcing your keys to open and step in with your earthfoot.
If there's no guilt involved there, I know how Celia feels about not understanding.
For the purpose, it doesn't matter whether it has the big name or not. You're crossing an important line to draw as a person.
Let's go.
Even if he stays in the front door too long, he gets suspicious, so he pushes his suspicious expression Celia from his back to the living room.
"I've made you some tea, come on, sit down?
Four tree chairs on a rectangular table.
Let Risha and Celia sit down and I wander around the house alone.
"So, where is Kyle now?"
"Mr. Elsa, first of all, I want to say something right"
If you say that to block it, Elsa puts the tray with the tea on it and looks at this one.
You saw and guessed my serious expression, put yourself down for a breath so you could calm down and then nod.
"I don't even know how much Mr. Kyle can stay this way. Remember, maybe the next moment, it's gone, it's possible."
"... yeah, I get it"
"And today is the first and last day I will speak his language as a relay player."
May I ask why, Elsa inquired in a voice disguised as calm.
"As I explained earlier, what holds the spirit of the dead in this world is finally the strong feeling that we, the living,“ think of the dead. I'll never see you again, I'll never let you exchange words - that's why I'm in a strong hurry. That's just a miracle for a moment. "
"Oh well, so..."
The other hand grips the hand that holds the mouth tight.
"Yes. If you think you can see Mr. Kyle anytime, anytime you want, he will never show up before you again. I don't want that either."
When I say that and smile and show it, I accidentally see Reesha and I.
I thought it was your intention to accuse me, and his eyes floated with a color of relief.
"... then let's get started. Can I start by telling you how tame you and Mr. Kyle are?