Muimui-tan

- One...

The next day, he and Carillon headed to the scene of the incident. Start by taking the dragon horse car to the West End entrance, from where you walk to the scene listening to the local residents.

"I tried to come while I gave you the change, but, boy, that's a long lonely place. Carillon, what's wrong?

Carillon crouches in when he arrives at the scene of the crime and looks at the ground.

"Is this the first place? Is that the second one?

Carillon looks out onto the ground and urges something to come this way.

"Carillon?"

"Give me something to measure."

I take the measure out of my nostalgia and hand it to Carillon, for God's sake, you know what? As soon as Carillon received the measure from me, he began to gauge the marks on the ground.

"Maybe after the guards arrive, there's nothing left."

But Carillon begins to gauge all sorts of things with pleasure, not answering anything when he hears my words. Finally, I even began to look into the marks of something on the wall.

"Carillon, what do you got?

To some extent, after the investigation, Carillon looked back here to his satisfaction.

"Heh heh. I'd like to see the other scenes."

Carillon walks in the alley with his palm. And talk to the old man who was lying on the ground.

"I heard here that a woman was pierced by something, but you were here even then?

But the old man only blocks Carillon from shaking his words off with his hands.

"Will, treat this wretched old man."

That's what Carillon said.

"Hey, how many people are we talking about now? Exactly, I have money too..."

But Carillon just seems to enjoy watching this one. I give up, clap my shoulders, and let the old man hold the copper coin.

"Oh, oh! I remember. I was there, too! I didn't see him, but I wondered if something strange had moved, and the whore there fell from his chest, producing something like a spear sword."

Carillon laughs even deeper when he hears the old man's words.

"I see. It was helpful. Do you know any other crime scenes?

An old man nods at Carillon's words.

"These two are the streets ahead."

The miserable old man fell asleep on the ground again as he spoke to throw up his knob.

Carillon hears the word satisfactorily and walks out.

"Come on, Will, next scene."

- Two...

The second scene faces the boulevard, and on its front you can also see the fruit shop.

"Will, why don't you buy some fruit over there? Eating food on the west side isn't bad."

"Carillon, are you going to make me pay again"

Carillon just flaunted his shoulder at my words.

"Hey shopkeeper, what do you recommend?

The fruit shop owner is listening to Carillon's words in a frigid way.

"I don't think you have anything to be satisfied with."

"Oh, you have Adam's fruit. Will, please."

I reluctantly pay for Carillon's words.

Carillon, I owe you one.

When he saw that I had paid him, Carillon was glad to take Adam's fruit, and was quickly clinging to it.

"Ha, Carillon, I don't know if you're fat."

Carillon, who heard my words, was coughing as if he could.

"Come on, actually, that's how you sneer..."

I shook my neck to the side and stopped the shopkeeper trying to say something.

"By the way, shopkeeper, I heard there was an incident down the street."

"Oh, I've been watching."

The store owner goes on to say the words.

"I am a warcraft. Definitely. The woman walking down this boulevard, that's a horn, no doubt, pierced it with a horn, wrapped it around something thready, and, see, pulled it all the way down to the alley there."

Carillon nods yeah and again to the store owner's words.

"Come on, Will, next scene."

Carillon joyfully walks out into the alley.

"Carillon, do you believe what that shopkeeper said? I can't imagine a beast entering this holy kingdom."

"Will, you mustn't narrow your horizons. Think of a possibility. Some kind of magic, someone's tamed warcraft... there are so many possibilities"

While talking, Carillon keeps walking, entering the alley.

"Hmm. Is this the scene?

Carillon's investigation begins. Dim alleys, passageways made of wooden buildings that would have been damaged by fog as walls. Garbage and wood are piled up and have a rotten odor. Carillon examines such alleys with particular focus on the walls.

"Carillon, are you sure you know something?

Carillon nods at my words.

"Oh, the pieces are going to be filled soon. Shall we return to Reishi's home?"

"Oh, man, I don't know anything about this crime scene."

- Three...

"Will, could you always give the penny to the boy you buy the info paper and tell him to look for information on the victim?

Carillon said that on the way home.

"What can such a child do?"

Carillon flaunts his shoulders at my words.

"It's because you're a child, that's why. They have their world - they have information networks, and they are familiar with the West."

Carillon was grinning niggardly.

Return to your home apartment and Carillon sits on the window.

"Carillon, can you tell me the results of your research today? I'm refreshed."

And Carillon took out Adam's leaves, and scowled.

"First of all, it's the first crime scene. There was a small childlike footprint apart from a large footprint"

"Weren't the neighborhood children walking?

"Well, that's possible. But would a kid in the West End who knows how scared he is get into the back street?

Carillon's words are good.

"Isn't it also possible that shoes are just small?

Carillon flaunted his shoulder to my question.

"The depth of the footprint is different than the rest. More stride. Lightweight and narrow stride. And his gaze seems to be much lower. Well, I can't deny the possibility of such a small person."

Carillon continues his words.

"And there was some kind of mucus-like thing on the wall. It's like some kind of warcraft spitting yarn."

Testimony of a fruit shop clerk!

And, strangely enough, the footprints were on the wall.

"Did someone walk the wall? I've heard you do have those skills."

Carillon was laughing at my words.

"Yeah, that's possible, too. But here are six strange tracks."

"Six footprints?

"Well, I don't know if it's a footprint, but it has the same footprint that was on the ground and four little hand-like tracks to support it"

"Then there's the Warcraft?

Block my words. Carillon says, "Don't rush to conclusions yet."

"Next scene, though. It raids on the boulevard deliberately and to the public eye. And then I pulled him into the alley so he wouldn't be seen"

"Oh, did that dirt under your feet come on then!

Carillon nods.

"What's the killer's purpose? Why do you strike people so conspicuously?

To Carillon's inquiry I shake my neck to the side. There's no way I can tell.

"Furthermore, he should have been pierced through the heart, but the person is alive. I mean, it is. I want to be seen piercing, but resuscitation? I can imagine not wanting to show you where to bring it back to life."

"I see that's what happened!

"But I don't know the motive for the killer. So we're asking the victim to gather information on whether they have anything in common."

"I see!"

I can only snort at Carillon's thoughts.

"The killer is a girl. And I'm following some kind of warcraft."

Carillon affirms.

"Why do you think it's a girl?

"My hair, you know, was adhering to the mucus on the wall. Hair is a long, cared for, tense object. This is another reason why I swear I'm a child."

"But don't you think that's just the girl?

Carillon shakes his head to the side.

"About as many women in our country have long stretched their hair. And I don't hear about children coming to my country from outside these days"

"Sure, it's about the Noalgiers Chamber of Commerce that we talked about coming from outside."

Carillon nods at my words.

"It's only possible, but I think it's a pretty good chance."

That's what Carillon said. He was scorching Adam's leaves.

- Three...

The next day I received the results of the information I was asking for from the boy and the information paper, and when I saw its contents, I was surprised. And rush out with the room right away.

"Carillon, Carillon!

Hear my screams, and soon Carillon will show his face.

"Will, the boys brought the information."

I push the information paper I had in my hand to the carillon that showed up.

"It's more of a case than that. Take this."

Carillon looks troublesome at me in panic, but takes the information paper and looks through. And laugh deeply, deeply and pleasantly.

"Now it's a case in the aristocratic district!

"Sounds like it."

Carillon is watching the information paper with a seemingly tongue-in-cheek momentum.

"The aristocratic city is patrolled by knights, a place of tight security. That's where the nobleman's maid is pierced in the chest."

"Oh."

And Carillon reaches this way and urges something.

"Carillon?"

"It's children's information."

I lean my neck against the words of Carillon.

"There's a case going on in the aristocratic district. Don't you need that information anymore?

No, it's important.

Looks like something can be done in Carillon.

"According to information from the children, there were four damages in the West End."

"That's more than I thought."

I snort at Carillon's words.

"The first victim was a middle-aged woman who was a hooker."

"Keep going."

"The next victim is similarly a middle-aged woman, this one has been spotted falling on the boulevard. At first they thought the ancient wounds had fallen under them, but with a big hole in the chest of the clothes it seems to be the same case"

Carillon nods at my words.

"Next, the woman I saw at the clinic."

"Oh, dragged me down the alley, or"

"The last one is a woman who used to be sick and pulling cages, but had recently started working as a merchandiser saying she was feeling better. Looks like he was attacked in the middle of that sale."

Carillon puts his arms together and thinks.

"The last woman, she said recently, you know when?

I just have to shake my head to the side.

"Well, I have no choice. You know what we have in common, by the way?

"A woman, you mean?

To my words Carillon shakes his neck to the side.

"Maybe, maybe, but it just so happens that it's a woman. No, the West End may have skewed women."

"What do you mean?

Carillon begins to explain.

"What they have in common is that every woman has been to a clinic,"

"No, but the first woman..."

Carillon laughs nasty.

"Whore! I can't believe I'm still a whore in middle age, that's what I'm gonna need to take care of at the clinic. I guess that's why there are so many women in the West End"

"So the killer is a clinic person?

To my words Carillon shakes his neck to the side.

"Come on, Will, get ready. The killer is already in front of us."

Carillon laughs thinly and takes his jacket and sun hat.

"Or, Carillon, where are you going? No way, are we going to the aristocracy?

So Carillon waves his finger.

"No, no. It's the Noargy Chamber of Commerce."

"Why are you going to the Noalgie Chamber of Commerce? I don't think the Chamber of Commerce ever got involved in this case."

Carillon laughs deeply and disgustingly.

"It's all connected. Look at this."

Carillon puts before me a letter with some kind of seal cut off.

"My sister's, you know. I borrowed my sister's hand and sent a letter to the demon."

Carillon's, surprised by its handiness, I was even more greatly surprised to see what was written there.

"Ko, this is"

"Yes, the case is, this capital is not the only one. It is also happening in labyrinth cities. Maybe even the Empire, maybe."

Carillon's eyes are blurred.

"These Charlotte Carillon eyes can't be deluded."

It's like a hawk after prey.

And me and Charlotte Carillon headed to the Noalgie Chamber of Commerce.