The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

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Red is dead.

That, in fact, was a huge shock to all the sailors of 13.

“Ah. ”

“Oh, my God. ”

Most sailors were killed, there was a murder in the spacecraft, and the spacecraft was wrapped between two giant stars, making it a spiritual holding for everyone in isolation.

The fact that such a captain is dead has shaken all the sailors.

“Don't be ridiculous. ”

“I told the captain! You will never be killed because you reveal your identity. ”

“The captain is a special combat first class agent, and the captain who was a general of the alien anti-army, was really killed by a murderer? ”

“Here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here. ”

Everyone panicked. The house where the pillars were plucked began to fall from the deepest place.

“Calm down. The killer might want this. If we don't all get our minds together, everyone's in danger. ”

When I said that, a soldier in a blue space suit grabbed my neck.

“What are you! What do you know about outsiders? Damn it! Unhelpful people! ”

“Yes! No, you're not the culprits, are you? You came out of hiding? I was right! ”

“Absolutely! Get them out! Let's throw it to the blue star! ”

The atmosphere changes dramatically. The sailors looked at me resentfully, and it really seemed like they were trying to kill us.

And, here's the thing.

‘The protagonist, that is, the situation the killer wants. ’

It may be too forward thinking, but perhaps our presence has been disrupted from the killer's point of view.

Let's think about it.

The east line of all sailors is set. Red was largely aware of the sailors' mobility, and that they must travel to the designated route to carry out the mission and go through the designated location.

The killer knows all about it, and now that we're in there, the killer has become uncomfortable moving.

That's why I thought the culprit was Red. He knows all the sailors' movements.

The only reason Red wasn't killed was simply to reveal his identity.

Maybe Red's a murderer.

Only Red, who knows all the lines, will survive, and if other sailors die, he will be forced to become the culprit.

But it wasn't.

I suspected Red to be the culprit, but all sailors relied on Red. That wouldn't have been the killer's plan.

So, I killed the useless Red.

Then I changed the target.

I think I and Araceli are starting to call the uninvited perpetrators.

In other words, a true offender has to commit a crime against someone else.

What the hell?

His disguise looks perfect. He is disguised as a sailor, so there is nothing to see, and even if he takes off his helmet, there will be no distinction.

But it's not perfect for a killer to think. Obviously, we need to reassure the crew that something decisive is in this spacecraft.

The killer is fighting for a while now.

With the ability to kill only one person a day, kill people every day and eventually kill everyone, or be killed with crucial hints before that.

“Calm down for a moment. ”

When I opened my mouth, the sailors were silent. There was still an atmosphere in which I said I'd kill you if I made the wrong excuse here.

But I didn't intend to make excuses.

“I've been keeping it a secret from you, but I'm actually a space detective. This guy here is my assistant. ”

I was going to lie, but...

“Whoa, space detective? ”

“That's ridiculous! What kind of space detective are you? ”

“Yes. Impersonating space detectives who solve all sorts of mysteries of the universe. Are you sure your life isn't worth it? ”

“If it's a space probe, show me the evidence. Don't you think there's a space detective badge? ”

Oh, it looks like there's actually a job called space detection. Besides, it's a pretty credible job. I didn't know that. It doesn't matter.

“The Space Detection Badge can't be dropped off on a spaceship, but I can show you other evidence. ”

Extremely developed science is like magic. The magic we use for them now will not be surprising.

Superspace warp, the theory of everything, the secrets of the black hole, how to deal with the dark matter that forms the source of the universe, etc.

In modern times, they would still think of the remaining knowledge as common sense, and in my view, it was rather magical.

There is nothing surprising about the magical power of the Viviantha Empire here.

Without the help of any machine, why not make science a reality with the body of life?

I spread out my palms and floated the flame and the ice.

“I'm not actually a race of light, I'm a special detective Android USD 1 built to explore and investigate the mysteries of the universe. It's equipped with ultra-precision mechanical devices to perform special functions. ”

“Oh, it's Android! ”

“That would have been prohibited by human rights. ”

“The problem of human rights is going to be solved as much as the money of those who are high. ”

“Sure. It makes sense! ”

I can't believe these guys are making any sense.

Then the sailors glanced at Araceli and nodded.

“I don't know about that guy's android, but if I could make her a pretty android, I'd give her my entire fortune. ”

“I agree.”

Crazy people.

Araceli squeezed out her lips, but it didn't stop me from pretending to be Android.

“· · · By saying that, I can understand that it's okay even in direct sunlight mixed with ultra-high and ultra-low temperatures. And it's also important to be active in this environment without a spacesuit. It was an android. You really look human. Can I take a look at your assistant? ”

“You can't do that. It's a horrible slaughter weapon, even if it looks like that. ”

That's it. I've been deceived to some extent.

"Professor, what's the next plan? ’

Araceli asked me with a glittering eye.

However, there are no plans for this next. I have no idea. I still haven't got a grip on the killer at all.

If it had been an extraordinary "extract," it would have been a decisive moment in time to find evidence of the murderer's mobility and murder on this spaceship that would have driven the evidence in and made it impossible to escape and then given up the motive for the murder.

Unfortunately, I am neither a protagonist nor a detective. You can't use such a highly strategic approach.

For that reason, I change my method.

It's using the very, very fine, 1% information that I know.

“I spent two days on this spaceship tracking the killer's trail using state-of-the-art Aliolio navigation. ”

“· · · Are you doing well? ”

“There is. With the Tuomba Reasoning System, I have found very crucial evidence. Stupid murderer, you left behind some very lethal evidence. But there was no way to do it. ”

That's all the information I've learned so far.

‘The killer left a crucial hint, which is a very urgent situation. ’

Nothing but this, but what about the killer?

It's a flame from Wen's hand, so the ice just pulled out the astronaut android caught decisive evidence, so it's going to be pretty good to be on the couch.

At this crucial moment!

It would be nice if you could give me the evidence, but...

“At the next opportunity. ”

“Yes?”

“Unfortunately, today's emergency call failed to confirm the evidence properly. ”

Once I know nothing, I turn it over to tomorrow.

“But tomorrow, we'll make sure we get this right, and then we'll submit the evidence. ”

Then, the killer's eyes will naturally be drawn to me.

*

According to Cliche, a killer can only kill one person a day. It was, of course, not a confirmed fact, but at least I was convinced.

Otherwise, the story of the ’Mafia' concept would not have been established.

The night, the murder of one man, the collapse of a spaceship.

I had to wait until nightfall to confront him, because that keyword was the protagonist's cliché.

“It's night. Everyone, you're familiar with your mission, right? ”

“Originally, Red fluctuates liquidity, but for now, let's do the same mission. ”

“What about Red's mission? ”

“We'll do it. ”

“Red's mission will require considerable expertise. ”

“We don't care if it's Android. ”

In fact, I did not intend to carry out the mission, so I looked around.

“Well, let's split up. ”

“You got it. ”

“I only trust you, space detective. ”

After breaking up with the sailors, Araceli slowly stepped off. She asked me by telepathy.

"Is there anything you can do? ’

There's nothing I can do. Here, if a murderer ignores my provocation and sticks by the other guy and commits murder, it's ridiculous.

I won't be able to find any evidence today. In order to find it, I had no choice but to have some sort of cliche, and I have nothing like it.

For that reason, the first captain's office.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“There's nothing going on? ”

“Let's go next. ”

Second, the energy fusion power plant.

“It's hot. ”

“Let's go next. ”

Third, sector seven.

“I have potato chips left over. ”

“Let's go next. ”

Fourth, broken warp station.

“Wow. Isn't that magic? ”

“Looks like a wired circuit. ”

“It's very similar to a magic faction. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Still nothing happened. This does not mean that there is no need to interfere with the life of a murderer, such as a gravity room or a power plant that breaks down.

I began to doubt my own actions.

‘Doesn't this work? ’

The fifth time I thought about it, when I was headed to the infirmary.

Taking off my space suit, I could face the man who was staring at me.

“You too! I can't believe you came to the infirmary first. You've been noticing evidence to arrest me, space detective! ”

I'm not the first one, but I didn't answer it for the fifth time.

I tucked Araceli's side.

Who is she? ’

'It looks like red when you look at Malegreton accent pronunciation, the habit of lengthening the ponytail, and the oddly mixed accent. ’

I see.

“Red. I knew who you were. ”

“· · · I can't believe I was red. Androids are scary. How far did you know? ”

I kept my mouth shut because I didn't know where I was. Then Red laughs in vain.

“Yes, I will arrest you in the way of space detections. Never talk to criminals and kill unconditionally. It fits very well with the way the Space Coalition works! ”

I pulled Winchester out of the inventory.

This is all as planned.

I don't know why Red is still alive. Taking advantage of the fact that there are no bodies left, putting the victim's body in his own space suit and then disguising himself as a seaman makes the most sense, but it may not be necessary to know that.

After all, he was drawn to my lure and revealed himself in front of me, and now there is only one thing left to fight.

His murder by Cliché doesn't work for me. I don't know how I could have killed one person, disguised myself as that person, and mixed up here without even leaving a biometric signal.

No, wait. ’

Something's wrong.

Things get too easy. In the first place, is the other person stupid enough to be attracted so easily? The murderer who hid his own evidence?

‘ · · · · · ·! ’

Something's wrong. That Red is not the culprit.

But why are the perpetrators acting? · · · ·.

"Wait."

It reminds me that the genre of this world is "mafia."

A mafia can kill a citizen, but it must have the consent of the 'moderator’. If this is really a mafia genre, where is the moderator?

If there's a moderator, who the hell are you talking about?

I turned my head and looked at the scanner checking for vital signs. There were also six sailors left and our biometric information, which was invisible to us.

None of those microbes on the spacecraft can escape that scanner. So the sailors swore to the scanner and thought the killer was one of the sailors.

But what if this spaceship itself had enemies for us?

I looked at Red again. He said to me with his arms wide open.

“I am the culprit. So arrest me. ”

Then I was able to approximate this situation. A fairly cheap cliche of the SF genre came to mind.

“· · · You must have planted something in the artificial intelligence of this spaceship? Red.”

“What?”

From now on, I had to throw what came to mind as a stabler.

“I never said you were the culprit. But why do you have to confess to yourself, arrest yourself? ”

“That · · · case · · · · ·. ”

“I came to the medical office in the first place to make sure the sailors were okay. Perhaps this spaceship needed humans as fuel every day. Is that right?”

It's not uncommon for a spaceship to fuel a human being, but it's pretty much there. I didn't think it would mix with the reasoning mafia.

“But the fuel we need right now is enough, and we need to get rid of it so we don't get caught. ”

The reason why the culprit tried to frame someone else to get him out.

The reason Red, who seemed to be the most guilty, didn't come out as a murderer.

That means Red killed the killer.

In other words, the world view's leading star, the spaceship 'Chermelt No. 13’, was in love with itself.

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