Bodies that raise water vapor and smoke while dripping water.
It was only just now that the fire was extinguished from the state.
If the timing of hearing screams is the first discovery, the time elapsed to this moment now is roughly 5 minutes. Until the autonomous organization arrives and divides up the situation, at most 10 minutes or so.
Given that it's still more likely to be tightened out now, it's a battle to see how much information we can gather in the last 10 minutes.
……
Exhale long enough to switch on for concentration.
Even if you've seen the scene of the murder, that's after the body was cleaned up.
Nevertheless, the only difference is that the mere presence or absence of the body does not in itself change what we do.
Keep your emotions down and just read the information there.
"Rosie, what...!
Ignore the stop of Millace and go beside the body.
Stay on one knee and go into observation.
Skeleton, man from a physique. My whole body is almost burnt round. All the clothes are burnt out.
The perimeter of the body is flooded. Splashes are scattered quite extensively.
The amount that couldn't stain the ground was in a puddle. It turns out he needed a lot of water before he could put out the fire.
There was an oil film floating on the surface of the puddle.
If it wasn't subcutaneous fat seeping from the body, it was oil brought in from somewhere. It would have been used as a combustion aid.
... No, you're right, not right. The oil dripping on the back of the tombstone where the body had been brought was sticky and creepy.
If you wipe it with your fingers, the color is close to transparent and there is little smell. Vegetable oil, or vegetable oil close to it.
I mean, he was oiled and set on fire here. Stunned or already killed.
The suicide line disappeared completely, although I hadn't thought about it from the beginning.
No matter how tough your mental strength was, it's hard to keep this attitude going while your whole body is burned.
Because if he was burned alive, he should be dead on the ground after wandering around instead of leaning against the grave.
"... well, this is the place"
Wipe your hands and stand up with the crude cloth you were using instead of a handkerchief.
Now I know more or less what was going on.
Later ——
"Mr. Keira."
I spoke to the elf woman looking down as she entered.
I can't even focus looking at this one, I'm just blinking repeatedly for no reason.
I'm relieved.
"Mr. Keira, it's okay. Here, hold my hand."
Grab her wrist and guide her and put her right hand on top of her left.
Brand new abrasion marks around palms, fingertips and joints. There were areas where the skin was curly and bleeding.
"... that's the man you taught me about. He said he liked it."
"I tried to put out the fire. But it's hard to disappear, so..."
Haven't you heard this one?
A squeezing trembling voice returns.
"That's where Ol was at first. But... sometime, it wasn't Ol..."
"Mr. Keira."
"Because I couldn't put out the fire... Orr... Orr..."
"Mr. Keira, listen carefully. If you had put out the fire right away, Ol wouldn't have helped."
Keira's pupils open and her under-eye muscles tense.
Oh, that's the look I expected.
Though it worked fine, it's a little teethy to exchange but have to stay, knowing what happens next.
"Huh!"
Shoulder thrust and fall on your back.
He was pressed up and grabbed by the collar.
"No! I'm the one who died because I was a Guzz and Noroma!
"No, Ol didn't say that."
Lay your own hands gently over your collar-grabbing hands.
"His soul is calm. This is not the case with a man burned to death by fire. So don't worry, it's not your fault Ol's dead."
"... but!
"You saw my fortune. I know a past I'm not supposed to know, and I know a future I'm not supposed to know. I can talk to dead people."
When I say that and smile, my grip weakens as if I were relaxed.
"... really, isn't it really my fault?
"You're not the one who lit the fire in the first place, are you? I was rather trying to gather people together and put out the fire. There's no one to blame for Keira."
I gently stroke my fingers as I say.
So you finally realize the pain, Keira's cheek moves tingly.
"I have to take care of it."
"Yeah......"
Hands away from the collar, Keira rises with trembling legs.
"Rosie!
Millace rushes over.
I wish you could have helped me a little sooner, but it was rather helpful because there was also the possibility of being obstinate when you got your hands on me poorly.
Are you saying it's missing somewhere, or is this kind of one-tempo slowness why men are so popular?
"What happened to Keira? I can't believe I suddenly pushed Rosie down..."
"It's okay, Mr. Keira was just a little confused, too. My friend was burning in front of me, so I can't help it."
"Eh, lie...! Then that's..."
"Mr. Millace knew me, too. I'm so sorry to hear that."
Right, and I look at Keira with a face that looks sorry for Millace who nodded.
And I realize where the help arose.
One, two...... no, more.
Multiple footsteps are approaching us.
You mean it's out of time?