"" I wanted to show you Celia's expression then, too. I can monopolize this up close, I must have earned a better honor than being invited to the royal castle. "... you're a poetic father."
Return the notebook to Celia after reading the whole thing.
It's more of a journal than an investigation note.
Interesting and strange stories are told of unreserved events such as what you talked about with Celia, what you ate, and what you thought when you saw Celia smiling.
It would be the so-called autobiography of a parent who has risen to his first child. That's also full of parent idiots, pretty painful categories.
"I read it, too, but what's wrong with the first half when I was serious about keeping a diary?
"Have I always loved you?
"I don't remember that. It was taken everywhere on the day off, but there wasn't a lot of conversation in particular. If I thought about it now, I would have been unable to measure my distance."
"I was clumsy."
"Maybe. Just..."
Celia narrowed her eyes to remember the old days, looking up at the ceiling with a single elbow.
"Even though there was no direct expression of affection, there was a real feeling that I was loved. When people ask me why, I can't put it to good use."
I felt signs of breathing next door, and I gently touched Reesha's hand under the table.
"So, it's a continuation of the diary, but I also saw Celia's notes. I had a hard time reading it because it was a child's handwriting."
"You won't have a choice, because you were actually a child. So, you were able to answer each other?
"Well, that's Celia, even though she's a child. No, maybe he was close to being a“ patchworker "because he was a kid."
"Is that why?"
Affirmative. I stir up apple juice and wet my lips.
"Everyone only sees the cruelty and planning of the“ patchworker ”. I don't know how you killed him, how you escaped the eye - well, from your adult sensibilities, that's where your eyes go first. I can't help it to some extent."
The "…" why ”part is missing."
"Yes, the focus should be on" why did you partially connect the three "and“ why did you let them dress and pose like a scene in theater ""
"Is it some kind of message?"
My gaze gathers on the pompous and leaky Leisha.
"Huh!? Did I say something weird?
"No, it's the other way around. That's what I and Rosie thought."
"The problem is the content of the message. Reesha, can you think of anything?
Um, and I twist my neck in a roar.
Although it is only at the stage of speculation, the message hidden behind this crime may be better understood by people like Riesha.
"Eyes, hair, skin color, three victims of different races, joints, costumes, theatre..."
Riesha lines up the pieces like bumps and squeals.
"Applying to the way Rosie thinks, it's not a crime from hatred. 'Cause it's weird to dress someone you hate and clean them up."
"... is dyeing well."
"Well, in a way, it's like the most apprenticeship."
Ask Celia to flaunt her shoulders.
"Yes, it shouldn't be the only purpose of killing that you're taking the time after you kill him, should it? Then the joint part makes sense..."
Encourage Reesha to continue with her face and mouth shut.
"But..."
"What I'm saying is, Leisha's probably getting to the right point. Thank you, I was sure. I'll talk to you."
Put your elbows on the table and put your hands together.
"Reesha, here's your thoughts on where you've been.“ If one of them was someone else's, if his hair wasn't even silver, or if it wasn't elf ears, etc. ""
The dull nodded face had a relief colour on it.
Well, that's how you react, isn't it?
"... sorry, mean way to ask"
When I cough up, I tremble on Risha's shoulder.
"And I also thought about this.“ Unlike everyone else, if you're going to be discriminated against, you just have to be the same. "
No, my mouth moves to deny it, but my voice doesn't go on.
"It's nothing, if you've ever experienced unwarranted discrimination, it's a natural emotion. I don't hate you for that, either, just as you forgive me for being a fraud."
Laughing at Risha, who snorted horribly, reversing the story.
"You just have to feel like Leesha. That is, there would be one or two aspirations that anyone would want to mess with the world. But it was Patchworker who moved it into action in real life."
"Wait a minute, Rosie, you believe that bullshit I wrote when I was a kid?
"Really? I think I'm shooting a target. At least hundreds of millions of times more likely than the newest writing" racist incitement to conflict ”theory"
"So this is what you're trying to say? The“ patchworker "hated discrimination and decorated it by joining the three for the claim,"
"The point is not to let any blood spill, and I let them pose like theatre. Three people of different races mingle, and time stops forever as if it were the end of a happy story"
Celia as a child had come to this conclusion, although the details were only vague.
Because it seems ridiculous at every age, the adults investigating this case couldn't get to the real “patchworker”.