No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

"Well, let's start from the beginning with the Ripper case."

That's how Prince Ehrens re-divided it, and the lab door was knocked.

Sergeant, this is the Knights Commander Corsey.

"Oh, are you here? Come on in."

The door opens in the words of the prince.

Coming in was a knight with a slightly cat-backed middle meat. He would be in his forties. From the neck down, he wears light leather armor like a knight, but wears a creased mid-fold hat on his head. Hazel's hair and eyes, under her nose, she even stores her mustache, and when I let her stir up in the pipe, I couldn't help but say, "Captain!" He looked like he was going to call me.

"- Let me introduce you. He's Sergeant Knights Commander Corsey. We are currently investigating the Ripper case. You've heard about his name, haven't you?

A prince tells me that to me and Brother David, and it wasn't Captain Corsey... introduces me to the Sergeant Knights Commander.

Mr. Corsey laughed bitterly at the prince's words, while

"I don't care what you do. You must be hearing rumors. The painted newspaper is a convenient half-side for getting information and a mental murder weapon for whirlpool figures."

Indeed, about Sergeant Corsey's Knights Commander, the painted newspaper had been criticized by Sakan.

Don't feel guilty because printing hard is something I spread through the Culver Chamber of Commerce. I thought it was important to ensure freedom of the press, so I asked the king not to interfere with the content of the newspapers' reports. I think citizens will soon be able to fatten their eyes and judge about the veracity of newspaper reports, but now, many citizens are still danced to gossip. All I can say is that I am sorry to Mr. Corsey for being set to stand on the arrow in the Ripper (Ripper) case.

Tell Mr. Corsey to look tired, so that the prince can comfort him.

"I don't care about outsider criticism. If you actually hit the investigation, you'll see how hard it is to capture the Ripper."

"Thank you. Your Majesty says the same. That's all the support of my heart..."

"From now on, I'll join you in the investigation. I'm with you when you're criticized. And then I have two other comforting people who will be criticized together."

Laughing sarcastically, Prince Ellens introduced me and Brother David to Mr. Corsey.

"A royal detective and his assistant, is that it? This is comforting."

And, he tells me with his mouth, Mr. Corsey's eyes had the color to try to identify Brother David.... By the way, you don't even look at me much. Because you look like a child.

"So, Corsey, could you explain the Ripper case to these two again?"

"I don't mind that...... where can I explain it from?

Mr. Corsey asks Brother David that.

"I'm sorry, but I really beg you from the beginning. Because the information I know is only hearsay."

"Hmm, right. As a matter of fact, there's a lot of information we don't publish about the Ripper case. Do you understand why?

Mr Corsey says as he pulls his mustache at his fingertips. You're going to try your brother.

"To eliminate copycats, and to take the back of testimony if you capture someone who looks like a Ripper."

"Exactly. Most importantly, there will be no such thing as imitators of such crimes, so the reason for the latter is mainly important. Ask a couple of questions about the crime scene, and if there seems to be a difference in food, that person is not a Ripper. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility of lying to you... but that's where the interrogator shows his arm."

Mr. Corsey laughs confidently.

My father also said that Mr. Corsey was never an incompetent person. I guess it's only natural that I have a lot of trust from the king in the ranks of sergeant knights chief.

"Let's start with the first case. The starting point of the incident was that at the end of last year - the Bald Eagle Moon (December) 7, 1299 - the tragic body of one girl was found behind a public hall in Green Space Park, New Town. The girl's name was Morrigan Westernia, and she attended Garrigan Xu Elementary School nearby."

Xu Elementary School is a private school opened with the approval of the King. "Primary", but the age of admission ranges from 12 to 15 years, because they provide three to five years of education, so when it comes to previous life, does it feel like a private secondary school or high school? Unlike the previous world high, it may be close to a college because there are many schools that teach direct connection to the profession.

Of course we need tuition, so only wealthy citizens or aristocrats will be able to attend school. For once, there's not even a scholarship system, but the truth is that the scholarship system is not even accessible to those who are really poor because they also need to study in order to take the scholarship exam in the first place.

As a reincarnator, if talk were to be allowed about the politics of this country, he would appeal for the opening up of education to the public, along with the formation of the mass media through hard copy printing, which he has already begun. It could be interesting for me to build a school.

... Speaking of which, a senior Miglia senior in a part-time job at the Temple of the Circle said it was the same school as the primary victim. So it's that Garrigan Xu Elementary School that seniors go to? That means

"Hey, is it a pretty good school?

"Oh, my assistant is right. Of those who couldn't get into the old town cadet school...... bad way of saying it, but it's a 'non-slip' kind of school. Naturally, that's where the tuition goes. Although the Westernians are not aristocrats, they belong to the landlord class and seem keen on educating their children. … I lost the child in these cases, so there's something that's painful and immeasurable outside."

This is a homicide. That, too, is not mystery or suspense, but reality. The feeling that was floating around the words detective and detective assistant tightened at once.

"What's the situation on the scene?

Prince Ellens listens.

"Miserable, there was nothing else. The girl's body had her throat and abdomen mutilated and blood scattered on one side of the periphery. In that sea of blood... the..."

"Necessary, tell me"

The prince tells Mr. Corsey.

"Ha. I think it was cut with a sharp blade. The girl's guts were scattered. Would you like to see a picture of the scene?

Brother David nodded, and we were supposed to see a picture of the murder scene.

But this...

"Isn't that awesome? The painter who painted the picture is famous for his excellent objectivity with calm observational eyes, but he vomited more than once just at this time. Still, it's a big deal because I drew it up..."

If you don't like glo, I think you should take your eyes off the drawing because it's not too late now (the drawing is about eight lines from here).

The scene, behind the building, looks like a wooden, invisible place.

There, there was a sea of blood on one side. The painting is not a painting, so it was only colored to the extent that it could be found to be blood, but its pale colour further highlights the woes of the scene.

As Mr. Corsey put it, the girl had her throat and belly torn open and her hands and feet were dripping with their backs on the building walls. Girl's guts are scattered all around her.

A few things bothered me.

When I look at Brother David, he snorts at me like he encourages me.

I ask Mr. Corsey, pointing to the wall where the girl keeps a look.

"... what's this letter?

There was a large line of letters that looked like "X (X)" or "(B)". Count the numbers, there are ten in total. Large and small, painted to overlap, careless, but associative of Jackson Pollock's contemporary art.

"Hmm? You think this looks like a letter to your assistant?

Mr Corsey said unexpectedly.

However, characters similar to "X" are not present in the Marquecto common language alphabet.

"... Mr. Corsey, what did you think it was?

That's what Brother David asks me to follow.

"You thought it was some kind of mark. There was some sort of backing organization that solemnly sanctified the traitors and left them the only 'mark' they could understand as a show to the other traitors."

"Some kind of..."

Prince Ellens snaps unhappy.

"I've never heard of a backpack like that."

"Me too, Your Highness. As the commander of the Sergeant Knights, I also have a certain knowledge of the darkness of the King's capital. There's no organization out there that's going to do this."

"In the first place, Morrigan Westernia would be just a student. How about getting killed as a show by an organization like that...... no, what about her parents?

"As I said earlier, the Westernian family is a landlord-class common house with no philosophy whatsoever. I was wondering if that line was even possible.... Oh, sure, I just checked it out. But as far as that goes, it's unlikely to be connected to the back tissue."

Mr. Corsey confidently affirmed.

"One more thing, okay?

When I heard it, Mr. Corsey nodded.

"Visceral, but you have characteristics in the way you scatter. Somehow, it looks like you're throwing it unconstitutionally, left or right."

"The truth is, I didn't want a kid like your assistant to see anything like this. You're right. The intestines have been finely cut and thrown unconstitutionally left and right. The only thing left by the body..."

"Uterine, huh?"

Reading the letters as they appear on the drawing, Mr. Corsey said with a sinister face.

"Besides, only the womb is cut open after you've decided. All I can say is that it's a mess..."

"Why cleavers (rippers) stick to the uterus...... no, it's useless to think about this"

Prince Ellens shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"Can you tell us about Morrigan Westernia's profile?

Mr. Corsey replies to Brother David, who told him to re-divide.

"Yes. Morrigan, the victim, is fourteen. He said he was a student at school with no standouts. Grades would be something like above the inside. The personality is honest and warm. We get testimony from both teachers and classmates that they weren't the kind of kids who buy people's grudges."

"Were there any heterosexuals you were socializing with or guys you've been telling me about?

"At least it didn't seem as long as it was turning out. In fact, the episodes you're listening to are all smiling and it doesn't even seem like you were interested in sex. Maybe a little too old for that."

"It doesn't mean she was pregnant... does it?

A little.

Three other gaze besides our own concentrate on Brother David.

Mr Corsey replied to squeeze it out.

"Yeah...... that's all for sure. Even if there was a man hiding and dating, he wasn't just pregnant. Anyway, there was an incised uterus rolling in the scene..."

"Is it possible that the Ripper removed the fetus from the womb and took it away?

All three of them, including me, breathed in your brother's question.

"They say the womb that was pregnant and the womb that wasn't can be easily distinguished by the placental condition. I asked the court doctor to confirm which organs fit where about the internal organs scattered, but I have also heard that there is no indication that she was pregnant about the uterus at that time. The doctor said he just never threw up on the spot, but he fell ill and fell asleep the next day. So that was the scene."

"Really?"

That's all my brother said, he shut his mouth again.

"… do you have any other questions about the first incident?

Prince Ellens tells me to close. No further questions were asked.

"So shall we move on to the second case? Corsey, thank you for your hard work."

"Ha. The second incident by the Ripper (Ripper) occurred the following month - the 7th of the Month of the Little Night Ringing Bird (January) in 1300. Our next victim was an apparel dealer named Catherine Fodlett."

"What about the murder scene?

Prince Ellens asks a question. It feels more like you've got a match. I guess the prince already knows about this neighborhood.

"The scene is in an alley close to the victim's shop. He must have been attacked on his way home or summoned out of the store. The store has apprentices and employees, all of whom are out of the store by evening. It's unclear what Ms Catherine did after that, but from what I've heard, there was no sign of her going out of the store. She said she was just approaching her work deadline, so she was probably working at the store. From there, whether he went outside on some errand or was summoned by a Ripper, he was taken into an alley and killed unwittingly."

"Why was it judged to be a Ripper incident?"

Brother David listens.

"Because the situation on the scene was very similar. Ms Catherine also had her throat and belly torn open and her surroundings turned into a sea of blood and guts. And the wall was left with a large number of markings like the letters the assistant pointed out earlier. We have not made public the situation on the scene, especially the state of the organs or the marks of being written and beaten, outside the Knights of Officers"

"... you mean you can't be a copycat"

"That's what I mean"

Mr. Corsey nodded at me when I remembered the interaction between Brother David and Mr. Corsey earlier.

"What about the first discoverer?

"I'm a cleaning husband in the new city who was starting work early in the morning. Hearing him scream, a patrol officer knight rushed to the scene immediately. At that point, the blood seemed to be drying up, so you won't be able to suspect the cleaning husband of the first discoverer. Still, for once, I heard where you were that night, but this cleaning husband is kept under the protection of the debtor prison, right? Of course, there was no fact that he went out of the Miscellaneous Fish Sleeping Room in Debtor Prison at night"

I have heard that the debtor prison, unlike ordinary prisons, is a facility operated for the purpose of rehabilitating those whose money can no longer be returned. Even when I say jail, I can go out on a permit basis, and I can get a job like a cleaning husband, but he says he can't go out at night to prevent me from going to a liquor store or casino. That's an iron wall alibi in a way.

"What was Ms Catherine like?

Brother David proceeds with the conversation.

"She was an up-and-coming clothing dealer famous for wholesale costumes to the Royal Theatre in the Old Town. I mean my age is 36, but I had a reputation for looking like a teenager because of my clothes and makeup. The theater manager showed me his lifetime resemblance, but it's brilliant. My kakaa is just 36, but my torso just gets thicker year after year, and I don't think it's very old."

"Well, Ms Catherine will have trouble if she doesn't look commercially youthful. Sometimes I seem to have acted as a model for my own costume. But he may have been blinded by a cleaver (ripper) because he looked young. Maybe Corsey's wife picked her life up, not a beauty."

When Prince Ellens responded sharply to Mr. Corsey, who slapped lightly,

"We have a lot of kids, so we need Kakaa to live longer. Little dirty, tight body. We're like each other, aren't we? Your Highness and the Detective Hall, you'll find out when you get married. At first, even if we're obsessed with each other, every time we get older together, we just start to notice things that we don't like. Sometimes the appearance fades from one another and it gets hard to look in the mirror. How you can fold up there is a middle-aged couple. Being well disillusioned with each other is the trick to surviving a crisis in couples' lives."

Mr. Corsey pummeled my theory of couples.

That's interesting, but now we're talking about the Ripper.

"... did you have contact with Ms Catherine, the second victim, and Miss Morrigan, the first victim?

Brother David asked me a question as if nothing had happened and Mr. Corsey returned it to me.

"From what I've looked into, it wasn't. Ms Catherine is graduating from elementary school in the new town, but that is Corneille, not Garrigan, where Miss Morrigan attends. It is a school renowned for having disciplines majoring in art and clothing, and women also graduate from that department of clothing. By the way, Miss Morrigan's major is Correctional and has no contact in terms of majors"

"Mrs Catherine wasn't pregnant, either, was she?

Mr. Corsey answered his brother's blurry question with a slight sniffle.

"Yeah. I've done a whole lot of research on friendship, but I've found a couple of guys I've dated in the past. No other clues. Neither did the men, nor did they hold a grudge against the lady, and their whereabouts on the night of the incident are clear. The line of passion must be thin."

"... you're doing a lot of research"

When I accidentally admire it,

"I didn't have any other clues."

Mr. Corsey answers so as to be slightly illuminated, fixing the position of the medium broken hat with it resting on his head.

From what I saw, I didn't think Mr. Corsey was as incompetent as the painted newspaper said. Rather, from this level of civilization in the world, it appears that we are conducting an objective and thorough investigation that falls into the modern category.

A cleaver (ripper) who still won't let this person grab his tail. I'm anxious to really catch someone like that.

Prince Ellens asks a question.

"How about a line of commercial enemies? If you were a successful clothing dealer, it would seem nice to have a colleague who would be jealous or intrusive."

"Indeed, if you look into it, it seems that she was in a rivalry with an apparel inquirer called the Sevonne Chamber of Commerce, but it doesn't necessarily mean that Ms Catherine was holding the head of the Sevonne Chamber of Commerce. He said it was about winning at times and losing at times. The long-established chairman of Sevonne is an elderly and tradition-held man of doctrine, but on the other hand has a reputation for even acknowledging the novelty of Ms Catherine. You can't be a very cleaver (ripper) and kill a woman at her age or personality. In the first place, the crime is impossible because the night of the incident we stayed at the Old Town Inn in a meeting with the Royal Theatre's purchasing officer"

You don't seem to have any leaks in Mr. Corsey's investigation.

"Do you have any other questions about the second case?

Finally, the prince told him to confirm, and Brother David shook his head small.

"The third incident by the Ripper occurred on the third day of the month of Hayagu (February). The stage has changed with hitting, and it is an aristocratic mansion in the old town. In the Viscount of Vistesia residence, the murder of the Viscount's wife, Janet Vistesia, was confirmed the following early morning by a servant who had been at work"

…… Was the Viscount alone in the mansion?

Prince Ellens asks in surprise.

"Viscount Vistesia had packed it in the royal castle that night and said he was away from the mansion. Whatever, he discovered the use of the budget in his department of agriculture, and he worked all night in accounting."

"And in the meantime the Mansion was attacked by a Ripper... I'm sorry"

Nodding at Prince Ellen with a bitter face, Mr. Corsey continues.

"By the way, Viscount Vistesia is a so-called legal aristocrat with no territory, not a wealthy aristocrat, and above all a covenant whose person is fit for office. I don't have any extra servants in the mansion either. You know, keep your doors tight at night, and all the servants go home."

Seems inadvertent, but in the first place the Old Town is surrounded by Lake Monocanus and only the Golden Gate Bridge can pass through. There is no such thing as a suspicious person. If the Viscount is a petty nobleman, as Mr Corsey put it, it would be inconceivable for any other nobleman to go out of his way to steal the Viscount's mansion.

"How's the crime scene going?

Mr. Corsey explains as he retrieves the paintings.

"Basically, it's the same as the two previous cases. Sea of blood and guts. A torn throat and belly corpse. An incised uterus. A mysterious mark written on one side of the wall. Then I answered first," Madame wasn't pregnant. "

"When you were indoors, were there any bills or footprints left?

"The bills, the footprints, there was blood glued around them like a plush, and I couldn't tell. However, the stuffed bills and footprints didn't seem that big"

"Specifically?

"Well... as for the big man's, isn't it smaller"

"Are cleavers (rippers) small men...?

Prince Ellens snaps as he frowns at his root.

It is the only piece of information I have heard so far that I can limit the Ripper.

So, I figured it out.

"It's an example mark, do you have any idea how tall the one that's written in the highest position was?

To my question, Prince Ellens raised his face in a hazy manner.

But Mr. Corsey seemed to have assumed my question.

"About the height of a grown man's face - right around my head."

"Hmmm... as long as the short man reaches out"

"On the contrary, however, you won't be able to throw away the possibility that a tall man wrote himself back. So the Ripper is unlikely to be long, but there's not enough material to determine."

I'll think about it again before I ask.

"... were there any signs of breaking into the mansion?

"Hmm. Your assistant will notice a good spot. That's what I didn't. Her husband, the Viscount, seemed nervously loud about the door restraint, and she said the Lady never lacked the door restraint either."

"What... then, madam, recruit a man?

"That too, during the night,"

Mr Corsey says it makes sense.

"What about the hardware in the mansion?

"I wasn't getting my hands on it at all. On the contrary, there is no sign of any attempt to find gold. You didn't even seem to have the idea of making it look like a robbery. I knew it thinly, but the Ripper (Ripper) still doesn't seem interested in hardware. It's a noble mansion, even though it's an aristocrat, so there must have been something worthwhile."

"When did the servant leave after work?

"In the evening, they say it's about sundown. The maids and butlers had guilds. By that statute, you need to pay more for your work after sunset. The Viscount of the Cloister hates that, and he returns the servant by evening, right? And then a messenger will come from the royal castle, and the Viscount will know and climb the castle to discover its use in the Ministry of Agriculture. This messenger came, according to his testimony, three hours after sunset should not have passed."

You can assume that a time is more or less equivalent to an hour in your previous life. Unlike in previous life, there would be an error of about a hour before or after because it's the gauge without the clock, but now it seems like we don't need that much accuracy. By about 9pm, you mean Viscount Vistesia's residence was all alone with the Lady?

"Hmm... that's a lot of weird stuff"

Prince Ellens twinkles so.

"First, how could the Ripper (Ripper) have broken into the Mansion? If the Lady invited you in, why is that? Also, how did the Ripper (Ripper) know she was alone that time?

"Yeah, on the whole, you'd want to decide that the Ripper was Mrs.

"The easiest thing to understand is the possibility that the cleaver (ripper) was Madame's mistress..."

"The Viscount Vistesia is 33 years old. You'd be beautiful, but I hear you weren't very social in character. Especially since she broke her leg bone and left her home to rest in an accident on horseback for the last two months or so, and yet it's unlikely she'll have any contact with anyone else. Of course, there were no rumored opponents. Of course, there can never be anything about men and women..."

That's what Mr. Corsey would have said, which would have meant that he didn't even come to mind with his hands.

But for once, I came up with only one coherent explanation.

It's a mystery novel idea from a previous life, but I don't think it's even possible.

I take a good look at Brother David. Brother David shook his head small, feeling neither YES nor NO. I don't know my intentions very well, but I wouldn't mind just saying so.

"Is it possible that Viscount Vistesia herself was a Ripper (Ripper)......

Prince Ellens and Mr. Corsey opened their eyes.

Yes. If Viscount Vistesia herself is a Ripper (Ripper), all she has to do is kill the Lady and go before she climbs the castle, and she doesn't need any tricks there.

"No... I'm not saying there will never be, but I can't..."

"The motive... is the couple, so I guess we can squeeze as much as we want."

That's what Mr. Corsey and the Prince say and think about it.

There, Brother David said in a cool voice.

"You two don't have to think that much, do you?

"... what do you mean, Royal Detective Hall"

"The Mutilator (Ripper) M.O. is down, so if Viscount Vistesia is the Mutilator (Ripper), the first and second case must also be Viscount Vistesia's crime. I don't know because I haven't looked into it, but Viscount Vistesia's workplace is a royal castle, so it's unlikely he was on the New Town side at night. No problem, the first two" alibis "should be established."

"What is' alibi '...?

Mr. Corsey asks his brother back.

My brother gave me a leak. Explain it.

"It's about proof of absence. I mean, can you prove for sure that you weren't at the crime scene at the time of the crime?"

"Hmm, that's a handy word. Even the Sergeant Knights want me to use it. Is that a concept excavated from the library?

"... that's the place"

I couldn't say it was previous life knowledge, so I'll keep it that way.

"That being said, it will take more work than is possible to confirm Viscount Vistesia's 'alibi'. Let our people look into it later."

Mr. Corsey took out his notebook and made a note of something.

Prince Ellens tells Brother David to challenge him.

"Still, you're a lot more confident, David. Actually, Edgar, maybe Viscount Vistesia is the Ripper, right?

... I've been thinking about it for a long time, but Prince Ellens sounds like he's got a thing against Brother David. Brother David answered with a cool face.

"If it's only possible. But if only the third case is the Viscount's offense, by the first two, it's too unlikely. Too good for a cleaver (ripper) case to kill my wife. Whatever it takes to make it look like a Ripper case and kill my wife."

"But in that case there is an M.O. problem, or... The Ripper's fine modus operandi has not been made public, so even if the Viscount tries to mimic the Ripper, the situation at the scene cannot be reproduced.... you're right if you ask me."

Prince Ellens said with a little regret. I guess I regretted not thinking of that myself.

"So, little assistant, your idea has disappeared, but David, what do you think of yourself?

I want to hear that, too.

... On the other hand, I'm not saying it with a grudge that was crushed in an instant by letting you come up with a plan.

"Before we do that, let's get the information out."

Brother David gently scratches.

"Information? Is what I just explained from Corsey lacking?

"There will be sightings."

Brother David said, Mr. Corsey looked sinister.

"There is... I'm not sure about all of this, and if you look into it, there are a lot of demas, assumptions, and mistakes. Citizens of the King's Capital are completely stuck in the Ripper."

"That's okay. Before you make a hypothesis, you want to have as much access to raw information as you can. That's what..."

"- It's a behavioral museum method, isn't it?

Prince Ellens laughed when he said so.

"Exactly, Your Highness."

Brother David laughs and smiles, too.