Day 1.
The search party became quite a large area.
You can think of all the “muskels” in this village as participating.
Ibel - or even the human being on top of it - is also a testament left that he sees this situation very heavily.
Is it about murder or is it about fugitives leaving this village again? I can't be sure of that yet.
However, I somehow found out that this was not just a search for discipline.
"What do you think"
On one knee and stroking the ground without any particular significance, the masked woman talks to me.
From her voice and casual work, she's a brunette who lives alone near HQ.
My age is in my early thirties.
The type of person who doesn't try to be too aggressive with others and does the given job in silence.
But it's not that I don't like people, and if I talk to them, I react normally.
Unlike other villagers whose darkness they hold looks somewhat transparent, what she means...... yes, mediocre in a good way.
Though the reason I came to this village is unknown, it's probably been there a long time since I moved there.
Because while the other masks are searching for traces of the two while polluting a coat like a borough cloth, she even turns to me as your sponsor.
In other words, the position is above the general public. Sergeant, is it something like that?
"... I don't have the stopover. Maybe now he's moving around watching us move."
"In this case, isn't it usually something that lurks your breath and stands still?
"If there's a place you'll never find it, maybe you will."
Whoa, you shouldn't.
I had forgotten to act in my usual habits and answered normally.
All I have to do is disturb the investigation.
Even though the two of them are already out of the village, it doesn't make sense to teach them how to actually find them.
Besides, now Logie is a fortune teller, not a fraud.
We need to avoid rational stories and plant the impression that we stopped by the occult.
"Oh hon. Speaking of never finding it, have you checked that house yet?
I cough one up to delude and point to an old house that had looked like a gap in the trees since just now.
"No, not yet. Something bothering you?
"I didn't feel anything in particular, but I just thought it would be perfect for a safe house. I'm just gonna go check it out."
"Okay, I'll accompany you."
That's what I said. She follows me perfectly. He's not willing to leave even for a little while.
When you get here, it's more of a surveillance than a watchdog.
Although its sincerity cannot be measured, I want it because I want to find the killer as soon as possible.
"You're here."
"Yes."
Well, there's nothing else we've come to - a house that leads to an underground tunnel to escape the village.
There is naturally a reason for visiting this house on the first day of the search, which is also the most important point for future developments.
"I'll see how my mind flows. Wait a minute."
As I say so, I stroke the ground again without meaning. [M]
No, it doesn't make any sense this time either.
I feel her gaze behind me.
Yes, even the mask has a narrow vision. That's why I need to direct your gaze downward.
All you have to do is notice it.
"... oh?
Stand up when she finds something.
"Looks like there's no sign of people. But I feel like some kind of energy. Let's check inside."
"Huh? Yes. Mine also found traces, so don't hesitate."
I've already planted it.
As I usually proceeded with great care not to erase the traces, I casually opened the door and stepped in from the front.
"After all, no one"
"... yes, it seems"
Answered in a raw reply, she looks around at all costs.
Unfortunately, there's nothing on the wall or ceiling.
What you should see is the floor. I told you earlier.
"I don't know, there's a stream here"
When you poke the floor with your toes slightly deliberately, that's where the mask looks down for the first time.
What entered her sight was a sign that she had only been walking there for many years - the path that appeared to be the blackness of the floor stretched to the back room.
"I wonder if there's anything in the back room. Let's go."
Following her ahead.
At the end of the black road, only a simple bed was placed in a room of about 6 tatami.
Futons and pillows are only messy and clean, and I can tell that they were used until recently.
Multiple hair in various colors and lengths on the pillow.
The reason why such a thing is here is simple and clear.
If you are a human being of some age, you will soon know what purpose this House was being used for.
"I see you haven't come to this house."
I told her to hide the upset. She turns her back on the bed.
Then he grabbed my arm and pulled it halfway out.
Sometimes it would be inconvenient for a child like me to ask questions. It's a wise decision.
"... ha"
Turn your back on her and exhale in relief.
The planting came to fruition safely.
Now that house will be off the subject of a search for a while.
There is a stereotype that places where fugitives hide are invisible and yet not accessible to people.
If so, the eyes of surveillance should naturally also be sweetened if people are made to recognize that there are regular entrances and exits.
It was under there in many ways as a way to do it, but let's just decide I'm glad it went well.
... I'm never gonna crawl onto the hall floor to pick up someone else's hair again.