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School detectives are in BAR ①

Karan, the cool sound of.

The amber liquid coloring the clear glass waved small.

Music that can be played to dance loosely while changing my rhythm calms my mind with a slight drowsiness.

Yes, the immediate problem is no big deal.

Don't panic and make a scene, and things will always get better if you do what needs to be done.

That's what I believe.

"Ha."

Exhale hot breath.

I got eyes to eyes with the master who was polishing the glass across the bar counter.

"What can I do for you?"

Stir up the glass instead of a reply.

I could see the cold liquid moisturizing my dry throat.

"It's this time of year, so often I can't find a job. I've had a rough time, too, until I settled here."

……

"Oh, it's rare. Most customers always return it like this."

"How did you know that?"

When you align your voices, the master who stopped you from polishing the glass rounds your eyes.

But that's a flash, too.

Immediately returning to a calm expression, the master lowered his eyes and opened his mouth with a little pleasure.

"Ha, you took one of these"

"What you're doing is not so different from yours. Observe the person's identity and gestures and compare them with the information you see and hear. I don't know what to say myself, but I guess you figured it out right away about me. Maybe he even knows his name."

"... apparently you are as rumored. Yeah, I know you very well. Dear Rosie Mystiglia"

There is no such thing as the notion of privacy, this world, and if you do something remarkable, the rumor spreads instantly around you.

For example, a student at the Royal Romerian School of Magic is looking for a part-time location.

"I became famous, too."

"Let's see. Glendrek's dog, the rare occupier, the blunt fox - you won't be able to count with one hand right away, just the name."

"Blunt fox?

"The fox is said to be smart at the same time cunning and manipulating people. Blunt colors come from the color of Rosie's hair."

"I'm sure it's not a compliment."

"Ha."

Take your gaze off the master who laughs and deludes.

As soon as I put the empty glass on the table, the next was poured.

"I'll tell you what..."

"Don't worry, it's a service from the store"

Instead of that, the master continues to come before me with newspaper clippings.

It was years ago based on the condition of the paper.

"Serial Hound Killer" Patchworker "Arrested, The Perpetrator Reveals World Injustice Royal Direct Soldier..."

Here's the summary in the write-down.

The killer first abducts three persons of the same back length, skeleton and gender, as well as different colours of eyes and skin, and different races at the same time.

And after some drug kills, it breaks down and joins parts of the body and skin like a puzzle.

The bodies assembled were found as if in a scene of theatre, dressed in brilliant costumes and in exaggerated poses.

The place is an eye-catching boulevard.

Whether he had a close plan for abduction or abandonment, no witnesses appeared until he grabbed conclusive evidence, leaving as many as 39 victims by the time of arrest.

There were no scratches other than when the body was damaged, and the cutting and suturing were the technique of losing the doctor's face?

So, “patchworker"?

The killer's name is...

"... how did you get this to me?

Lift your face, narrow your eyes and look at the master.

"Even if I don't tell you, don't you already understand?

"Maybe if I were a real fortune teller."

That's what I said, and the master turns to me in a heartfelt surprise.

It's not a look you show your guests, it's kind of close to the vegetables.

It's like you believed me to be a fortune teller.

"No way, you really believed in divination?

"Well, so far the rumors..."

"I don't know which one you're talking about, but I was just pulling information out of their reactions and expressions. I told you, what I'm doing with you is no different."

Really, the master says, looking somewhat discouraged.

Disappointed... I mean, it's a reversal of expectations.

What did the master expect from me to see something like this?

"The victim had a body."

"Huh?"

"No. Then it's the killer."

The rhythm of breathing is disturbed for a moment.

Drawing stars.

"I just know him, and he's too obsessed for it. Because I've had enough articles like this for years. Friend, a little too old to say. I wonder if it's the relationship between your boss and your subordinates that's possible."

The serious look of the master shoots me through.

What you see in that eye is expectations, and excitement like you pushed him to death.

"From what you said earlier," Until I settled down here, I could assume that I had been away from work a long time ago. If the trigger is this article - I see you think the real killer is something else. "

"Excellent......!

Get yourself out of the bar counter and hold my hand with both hands.

"Again, there was no madness in my eyes. Master Rosie, I'm sure you..."

"Can we find the real killer? I can't do that. For a month or two, it's impossible to uncover the truth about a case that was solved many years ago, once. Unless you're a real fortune teller."

"But! Didn't you just grab one end of the past and show it from my words and one cut out!

"Instead of lying like I breathe, I don't lie for no reason. I'm sorry, but I'm looking for a part-time job now, so I'm all over it. When it comes to dorm life, it costs money."

Put the price of two cups of apple juice on the counter.

Expenses hurt, but I can't help it, it's better than getting into trouble.

I'll take a seat with you and head for the exit.

"Wait, Master Rosie!

Open the door as you hear the master's voice on your back.

Somewhat in light hands, I realized I had opened the door at the same time as the person on the other side.

"Ah."

"Oops."

I see the clap across the street.

At that moment, the information I was trying not to think about ties in my brain.

I should have gone a little faster if I was leaving the store.

"... Rosie Mystiglia, why are you here"