"... I'm completely out of my mind. You're about to drag a" patchworker ”who I haven't even been able to grab his tail over a few years into the daytime just to hear and guess less than half a day."
"I couldn't have gotten there without two pointers about this. I'm not the only one."
"I hope you don't make me laugh. Me and Leisha just said 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 - if that's how things move forward, it's the team's achievement."
Celia pointing her mouth unexpectedly at Reesha, who laughs at her.
As I tilted my neck as I raised the corner of my mouth, Celia coughed.
"Even if I didn't know how old I was, I knew where I came from. Sex next."
"Judgment material is thin about that. The priority for“ patchworkers "in selecting targets for murder is" three people of similar stature and different races ”. It's hard to judge by the lack of attention to gender."
"There were a total of 39 people killed, and with so much of this, we're likely to find something in common..."
"There are five men and eight women. There are more women's groups in terms of ratio, but from the smaller number of 13, it would be the range of error"
Hmm, roaring and looking at the ceiling.
Indoor lights emitting light of a warm colour system hung at equal intervals.
"If so, proceed with other behavioral analyses"
"So what about the reason? I have no idea, but it feels like killing a lot of people means something special."
"That's part of the motive. Celia, what do you say?
Celia turns that way with an outspoken face.
"... you ask me that?
"I have some idea why you don't ask" why ”in the investigation. But your hatred of“ patchworkers ”is real. You're supposed to be speculating just not telling me, right?
The silence lasts for a while.
When the master brought me a rewarmed meal, I was rounding my eyes to a mood that I couldn't say was very good.
"Don't you have anything to force me to do, Rosie?
Risha, who had her hands on the chicken and the meal, leaks pompously.
"As I've said since I left school, what I'd like to know is the impression the party had of the killer. This is the kind of person you think you are, because frank thoughts can have an outside core."
"... even you have a guess"
Celia says just look this way.
"Yeah, that's why I want to do an answer match. I need your help with that."
Looking straight in the eye and saying so, Celia sighs loudly as she gave up.
Then, in the meantime, he took his seat and went around the counter and disappeared behind the store.
"Oh, hey, Rosie? Are you glad you let Mr. Celia go?
Show Riesha the worried face by pointing to the ceiling.
"The sound of going up the stairs...... what's up there?
Reesha twisted her neck as she closed her eyes and slammed her ears.
"I don't know why you're so familiar with it, but Celia says she lives here, not at school. So maybe up there..."
"Celia's room, is it?
"I guess so."
Finish your meal and wipe your mouth with a napkin.
The soup remains untouched in front of Celia's seat.
"... Rosie, what are you up to this time?
Reesha looks at me half-eyed.
"Now what?
"It's no use getting stuck anymore. You look like you're harassing Mr. Celia, and it really means something right, doesn't it?
"No, it's just harassment right now,"
"See, I knew it! Rosie is kind enough to say something. What...?
Risha solidifies with a smile.
"The client was hiding the information. The investigation will not proceed. We're certainly on the receiving end of the request, but that's why we do whatever it takes to complete the request. Even if it was harassment of the client."
"... madam. Wasn't there another way?
"There is. But this is the quickest."
With that said, Risha kicked my tibia in the face.
"Ah, looks like you're back"
Shortly after Reesha's words, Celia appeared tired looking from across the counter.
The hair is crusty, the tip of the hair is tangled with dust, and the hem of the uniform I was wearing is also white everywhere.
"I won't ask you what happened. You should just clean the room."
"It's an extra favor."
Receive the handed out notebook.
Coal is burnt, but the cover is real skin, the paper is roasted in the sun, and the soil is yellow.
"That's your father's notebook. All the speculations about the killer are here?
"... wrote along the way and stopped them one day. How much inference do I have, and you can't catch a patchworker without proof?"
Besides, Celia's expression continues to get harsh.
"I can't even reach the one who sinned against my dad."
Release the fist you gripped and take your seat.
Ugh, he was getting his messy hair done with a sigh of relief.