There have been a total of five masked humans who have come.
One of them is the man who brought me —— Ibel.
Even as I hid my face, I knew immediately by my stature, walking, and a little doing.
Just fine, if he's around, maybe we can join the investigation.
"It's you. What are you doing here?"
"I've heard Mr. Keira scream. I felt bad too, so hurry up."
"What kind of astrologer is that?
"No, I can feel the voice of my soul suing desperately."
Ibel snorts like a mockery.
"Then ask that soul. Who the hell is the killer?
"I don't know that. He doesn't know the moment he was killed."
"That's a lot of convenient soul."
"If you doubt it, let me help you with the investigation. I said I would prove my power with the help of the Patriarch, but I will try to solve a case to this extent."
"I see, do you mean to do the" Witch of the Creed "thing?"
"She can only hear the voice of what God is so uncertain, can't she? Then I'm more certain. I listen to the human voice."
"... Huh, on your own. If you say you can do it, you can try it."
"I'm going to."
Raise the corner of your mouth more and look up at the mask.
When Ibel claps his hands abruptly, the three masked men lower the wild horses that were beginning to gather straw.
The only thing left in front of the body was me and Ibel, and a woman with dark hair that stretched out to her shoulders as a ponytail.
"The doctor's job is tough, too. I don't think I can do it."
"... why do you think I'm a doctor?
"Don't worry, keep going"
To Ibel's words, the masked woman tackles discernment unanswered.
Let's start with the skin condition.
Tear off the burnt epidermis with a metal instrument like a female.
Now you can more or less tell how long it was on fire.
"What's the matter, you don't look so good"
"... Oh well. If you look at this. I'm gonna take in a clear mind, so I'm sorry, but if you find out anything, can you tell me?
"Damn, not as much as my mouth"
Once away from the body, take a deep breath with your hands on your chest.
Neither have I.
I thought I could control it as fully as my own body, but my hands won't stop trembling.
"Ugh..."
I have no choice about this.
There are things that humans can and cannot do.
It's not something you can do with effort or patience, it's a fundamental disorientation story.
In that sense, it was not for me to be present for the autopsy.
Let's admit it honestly there and try to make it up to you with another element.
"-- Okay."
I don't have the ability to hear only the intended sounds from the mixed noises.
But I can do something similar with a combination of lip reading and thought processing techniques.
Increase the proportion of consciousness that is divided into the reception of vision and hearing.
Concentrate on the crowd conversations gathered.
Sight pays attention to the mouth of several people in sight, and hearing extends its range to the whole hustle and bustle.
Pick up the conversation that best fits the movement of your mouth and eliminate any other noise.
Let your brain recognize you as a clear voice.
"Who would do that..."
"Has it been six months since there was a murder in this village? And it's a cruel thing to do."
No, it's not.
The information you want is not a sentiment.
"It was Ol' Lot who died."
"You were a serious good young man. Was there anyone you resented enough to burn him to death?
'You said you were only concerned about Keira. Like you killed him because you can't turn him around?
Impossible, but not this one either.
Keira's emotions, arguably the desperation she was showing, were definitely real.
If she was killing it, it wouldn't.
'Rumor has it he was trying to escape the village. He said he was planning an escape with someone. "
"It is only natural that we should leave the Patriarch. Yeah, I'm working on it, but the fact of the matter is, maybe Muskell moved directly. '
... Found it.
Perhaps this is the motive.
So if you try to get out of the village without permission, you can get killed?
And the name “Muskell” —— I guess it's the name of those masked people, to see from the story.
"Hey, did you guys kill him?
"Ah?"
Ibel looked up and looked at this one.
Although the expression is masked and hidden, some information can be read that is subtle reactions that occur in the breath and the whole body.
"You look like you have no reason. And if so, you don't even know that Ol was trying to escape the village?
Wait, what the hell are you talking about?
"I was changing my mind and Ol's voice came in too. Maybe he was killed because he was planning to escape."
"... Shit"
Ibel scratches her head as she pounds her tongue.
A small laugh leaked over the human smell.
"No, we didn't kill him. I told you, if you do this, one day you won't be able to seal up the villagers' grievances."
"Well, you're unexpectedly thinking about it properly."
"Ugh. So, what else did you find out?"
"Now tell me what you found out over there. Information can be a catalyst for evoking soul memories."
Ibel slaps the shoulder of the masked woman.
"Oh, yes."
"Tell him what you know now."
"... okay?
"This guy gave us some useful information. Let me see if I can make the next connection."
"Okay."
A woman stands up as she pays for the coal in her hand.
One large and one small bucket at your feet. Would you put evidence in it?
"What's that?
"It's a piece of wood left to burn. The big ones were masks, the small ones were like church emblems"
"The mask? I mean, is Orr one of yours?
"Oh, you talked once in the woods."
... Hmm, I see.
You were the one who stood by me then.
"You go on. The burning time isn't that long, but I can assume it was burning with a fairly strong fire because it was oiled"
The oil collected was packed in a vial.
The color is light yellow.
The sights around here are the same as mine.
"I can't tell my face from how badly I burn my upper body in particular. In addition to Keira's testimony, he decides that he is definitely in ol' lot because even we are out of touch"