Finish the conversation with Giri and place the ring that was lowering from her neck on the table.
Celia turned away from me with one evil look on her face and opened her mouth as small as a grunt.
"... Rosie, it's hard to say"
"I know. You want to tell me you knew that a long time ago, right?
Look at me for a moment and then lay your eyes down with your sigh.
It's the kind of reaction you're afraid of expecting.
"So what do you want to be happy about? I thought over and over about the possibility that Albert Glendreck put wet clothes on his dad. But how can we not have the key evidence..."
"No, I have proof."
"Did you forget why your dad was murdered? If that's what you have, it's already there."
"Disposed of?
"Naturally......"
Words of affirmation were never spun to the end.
Though I don't know who the discomfort is, I guess I felt something like a catch when I compared it to previous information.
Celia is still smart.
"Giri's source said. The best way to destroy a hostile informant is to discredit him."
"I mean, did you discredit your dad by tailoring him to a“ patchworker ”? That's the reason for the grievance......?
Snort and show.
"Have you noticed that evidence has been held back, or what does Glendrek, declared to be charging by Alec himself?... Easy. Take the evidence first, erase the traces completely, and finally kill Alec"
"Actually, it wasn't"
"Yes. If evidence comes up in some applause after killing Alec, the situation that the owner is being murdered greatly increases the credibility of the evidence"
"But if it's after being executed as a serial hunting killer, they don't look to me as lunatic bullshit......!
"That's why“ Patchworker ”was chosen - perhaps this is the musical book seven years ago. If this prediction is correct, it will mean that the evidence your father has obtained is still somewhere."
Gatan, and Celia rises up with the momentum to jump the chair.
"Go find it."
"To where?
"To where... it is!
Encourage people to sit at the table with this one.
I don't know what it's like to be excited. But I don't, but at this time when we're starting to approach our enemies, it's dangerous to behave in a detour.
"There's no point in moving around in the dark clouds."
"I don't mean to. From one end to the other."
"You should stop it. If anyone is watching over you, they must have mistakenly assumed that there has been progress in the investigation. Worst tailed, they kill me the minute I find proof... something could happen. They won't have to work as small as they get the evidence."
"Then what am I supposed to do!
Celia slamming the screaming table like a scream.
The sound woke Risha up frightened.
"Are you the enemy!?
Pushing Christina away, and rising to jump out of bed, Riesha looks around as she stands.
"Liesha, calm down. I'll be fine."
Reesha, who meets me in the eye, regains her sobriety as soon as possible and tilts her neck with a decent face.
Then I saw Celia killing me, and I got a look like I guessed something.
"Hurry to the detriment of things - words that were in my birthplace. I'm sorry to say this, but there's no point in sparing a minute and a second to solve a case seven years ago."
Look up at the shaken flat hand.
The sound of the bitten back teeth was telling the true story of Celia's wrath.
"Just hit me, if that makes you feel better."
When I said that and let him flaunt his shoulder, Celia's eyebrows pulled in and she put force in her eyes.
"Huh!"
The first thing I felt was the feeling of something hitting my face and the tall sound that resonated in the room.
When the brain starts to understand the situation, it hurts like a tense cheek has gin and fever.
"... are you ready?
"Is there something I can do?"
When I say it in a sigh mix, the trembling voice returns.
Celia was eating up her teeth with a more painful look than I was beaten.
"How could you...! Why are you doing this to me?
I can't get the words out of what I opened my mouth to.
For some reason, I didn't have the answers to this question together.
"I'm sorry I provoked you. I'll make you some tea, so Celia can sit in bed. Christina, can I ask you a favor about Celia?
"Yeah? Well, I don't mind."
"Reesha came to me. It's hard to bring it alone when it comes to the number of people"
"Ha, ha."
Leaving the room with Risha.
And I noticed that something was telling me from my mouth to my jaw.
"Oops."
Apparently my lips were cut by the clap I was just slapped on.
There was red blood on each finger.
"So, are you okay!?
"If you lick it, you'll get it blocked."
"Then I will!
He grabs his shoulder in no time, and Reesha's face looms.
"Hey, hey, wait a minute! Risha!"
It wasn't Lisha's lips that accidentally touched the wound - it was her thin, supple pinky fingers.
"Pfft, I'm just kidding."
A green magic guide shaped like an hourglass in Risha's hands, who laughed funny.
Soon the bleeding from the wounds on her lips stopped and the pain was pulling off.
"... you know, where do you remember that?
"Girls have a lot of things."
Reesha, winking at me for saying so, starts walking ahead of me as she twirls around.
It's a good move when you feel good.
"By the way, Rosie, what are you going to do? Looks like you didn't tell Mr. Celia, but you've already decided what to do, haven't you?
Reesha says as she walks backwards.
"Think I'd definitely disagree if I told you when I was excited. I'm gonna keep my mouth shut for a while now."
Yeah? And make Risha twisted her neck laugh.
"Seven years ago, like they used Patchworker, we used Patchworker, too."