"I've been thinking about it.“ The Patchworker made two men attack Elsa. "
"Rosie and Mr. Celia said it was a declaration of war, didn't they? You're not?
"That's the reason for the declaration of war. Seven years before he was doing the killing, the most important factor that didn't even let him grab the statue of the killer was that he didn't leave a thorough trail of himself. Yet this time I went out of my way to act to make myself smell like I existed"
When a man bends his own hold, there is some strong will involved there.
“Patchworker" has appealed to us, and that means...
He wants us to solve the grievance, and he's gonna put the patchworker back on the surface again.
"Hey, wait a minute!
Reesha sticks her finger in her temple and sticks her right hand out at me with a difficult face.
"Mr. Celia's father wasn't a murderer, was he? Then the real Patchworker must still be living somewhere in this city."
"Yes, you will."
"How come it's now seven years later? If you haven't been caught, you've had as many chances of killing people as you've ever had."
"Liesha, remember when we talked at Celia's bar and I said," Just a regular record ”of the number of victims?
"Yes.... what do you mean"
"Yes, there was an unrecorded killing. It's not a“ patchworker, "it's a copycat case."
That's the part that leads to his desire - that is, his motive for killing.
"Hmmm...... but if we had the same case 13 times by then, it would seem as distinguishable as if it was real or just imitated......"
"Think about it. Anyone who's guilty of Celia's father can produce as much evidence as they can to put people to death with that one, right? I think it's easy enough to pressure him to handle it as a copycat."
"Oh well! The killer is supposed to have been executed, so after that, no matter how many crimes you've committed, they'll be the work of copycats.“ Patchworker "stopped the murder because he didn't like it!
"Discover"
Copycat, patsy, second fry, whatever you say at this time.
The "patchworker" felt a strong outrage at being treated as a fake.
"So the" patchworker "heard from somewhere our presence sniffing around about the incident, breaking the silence that we had been observing for seven years. After exposing us to grievances, to take another public light."
"Rosie, maybe it was easy to gather information on the victim..."
Raise the edge of your mouth and nod.
Risha looks at the good spot as always.
"It's possible. I mean, we kept doing things that people would remember so that we wouldn't weather the case."
Exactly around ready.
It also conforms to the prudence with which not one witness was given behind the daring offense.
I'm not a copycat. What we're after now is a real patchworker.
"So, what about using a“ patchworker "?
"He must be angry. For someone who treated himself as a fake, a quote deprived of the merits of a murder he was carrying out with a noble purpose."
"I don't want to understand... but you don't even know how it feels."
I arrived at the dining room as I walked as I talked.
Nature and our mouth count are smaller because we talk about the smell of blood in places where we eat.
Prepare a shared tea set and tea leaves.
Ask the cafeteria staff to add hot water, disperse it in the tray and hold it with Riesha.
"This is such a good place"
"Yeah?"
Reesha said in such a small voice that she was likely to miss hearing it.
"Of course I know. Because Rosie's protecting me, I just need to be seen with weird eyes."
I didn't know where my eyes looked like staring far away.
Maybe I'm not looking at this place right now.
"If Mr. Albes hadn't picked it up then, if he hadn't met Rosie, would I have been like a" patchworker "too?"
"Maybe."
Reesha looked at me with surprise when she answered.
"If I hadn't met Risha, I might have made the same mistake I did back in the day"
"Once upon a time?"
"... no, it's nothing. I just can't imagine what it might have been like right now."
Second, a shadow falls on Reesha's expression.
The unspeakable sensation glanced over my spine.
"Rosie?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah"
Riesha peeks this way strangely.
Was the feeling just now my fault?
Shall we go back?
"Yes!"