The next morning.
There was a borough cloth instead of a bandage on his arm, a damp cloth with medicinal herbs on his cheeks, and even a Keira walking in an unwieldy way that covered his legs.
Grab a bucket of water and go back and forth between the river and the house while politely turning down the person offering to help.
He's a big actor.
This is what everyone should have thought of that painful appearance.
Something happened with my father.
But as one of them, no one gets into Keira's house and wants to accuse her father.
Naturally, for them, Keira's abuse is no longer becoming part of everyday life.
Maybe in the beginning I could have seen it and cautioned.
But as far as Keira's hand wounds are concerned, the abuse was also committed yesterday.
Whether Keira herself has not admitted abuse for fear of reprisals, or whether a vigilante like “Muskell" has acquiesced in her father's actions...
Anyway, this situation, which is not pursued in depth, was convenient for us.
If Keira's father is noticed nowhere, this plan is par.
"Well, let's just say it's time for me to go."
Many villagers had already gathered at the Order headquarters.
Be sure to gather them all, as requested.
"Hey, over here"
Voiced by the usual dressed ibel, he is passed inside through the back door.
Through a place like a dark storage, it was directly next to the deck that came up.
Although about 70% of the hall's benches are filled, the villagers push incessantly from the entrance.
It will also be a matter of time before we all get together.
"What's up, scared to notice?
"Me? Ha, no way."
I laugh off Ibel's words with my nose that I told him to try.
What I'm about to do is just perform and buy time for those two to get out of the village safely.
I'm already done with the planting.
It's really much easier than finding the killer.
Come on, let's just say it's time to start.
"... weird"
That's when I squealed a few minutes past my scheduled time.
Ibel looked at me like she was scared.
"What. I don't think you're going to say 'I can't' now."
"The fortune is already over. And there's no killer in this building right now."
"What...?
I went up on the stage and slapped my hand several times.
The gaze of the villagers gathers, and gradually the blurring draws.
"Thank you for coming together today. I'm Rosie, Rosie Mystiglia. Some of you know, but he's a fortune teller who recently started living in this village."
"Hey, what are you doing? I thought you didn't know who did it."
I rushed after him, and I took control of Ibel with my hand, and I looked there, and I sent my gaze.
"As we all know, I'm here to find Ol' Lot's killer, whose body was found burnt yesterday. But it's weird. I was supposed to have all the people living in this village gathered together, but my fortune tells me there's no killer here."
The inside of the hall becomes noisy.
He who looks around, who says he thinks he's the killer, who curses me for being a crook...
Information is flooded and in this moment various speculations are flying.
Sounds good.
"Be a little quiet!
Slap a desk like a church table placed in the middle of the altar and raise your voice.
To a sudden loud noise came the silence as if it had struck water.
"Thank you. I am confident in my fortune. So there's no mistake that the killer isn't here. So I want you to look for someone who's not here."
The villagers start bothering again.
Looking around, he seemed relieved to check on a familiar human figure.
There are just a few villagers who look restless all the time.
There was a face I saw in it.
"Mr. Millace. Could it have been someone you couldn't find?
"What, no... but that shouldn't be..."
"What is your name? That person could be the killer."
"No! It can't be Keira! Even Rosie knows Keira was one-sided with Ol!?
There was someone there who looked up all the time.
"... Wait a minute, there's no Keira, but there's no Dan. Where'd he go?
That's good, that's good.
When people recognize someone else, they don't necessarily have to recognize the subject in their sight as "that's Mr. A.”
From the marks, for example. But that's possible.
Family, lover, friend, anyone. Suppose there were traces of breakfast other than yourself at the table in a situation where you were living with someone.
If the cohabitant's location is questioned at that time, many humans would answer:
"... come on, I should have been there in the morning"
and.
I don't actually see it, but the circumstantial evidence makes me feel like the person was there.
People tend to retain recognition to the extent they can assume. My brain doesn't respond to changes unless I pay so much attention.
The change in this case is Keira's father's absence.
Everyone sees traces of brand new abuse and recognises that they have been subjected to violence by their father again.
Even if you haven't actually seen your father, or if you don't have proof that the wound is the result of abuse, the “routine” that's been going on shows people the phantom of your father.
"Keira said she was also beaten this morning. Then you'd be home."
When is the hypothesis that...
"Speaking of which, on my way here, I saw Keira being taken by the Hood guy. Could that be..."
It turns out that...
"Then that must be Dan! It's only a matter of time before he gets caught! I can't believe you're taking me to my daughter... you're going to take hostages!?
We arrive at the certainty that it must be.
"Looks like you found the killer. Then this time, let's divulge about a person named Dan. Can anyone tell me what the characteristics of that person are?
I listen with a nod to the characteristics that go up in my mouth.
If we get this far, we'll just get the timing right after.
Wait until then to impress that my fortune is real. [M]
and one of the “muskels” rushed into the hall from the back door up on the stage.
Yes, I've been waiting for this timing.
"Fire! I saw something big burning!
That makes the hall blurry louder when you raise your voice.
Following yesterday's burning death, anxious air spread over the word "fire” again.
The “Muskell" man, who was taken aback for a moment, ears to Ibel as he had returned to me a few seconds later.
I laughed slowly in Ibel's eyes. [M]
"Kee, this is an emergency call! There's been a report that Dan's house is on fire! Ask for help with fire extinguishing activities!
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Sorry I'm late for an update, I was feeling sick...