Part of me still can't believe that believe what I'm looking at. Like, what the fuck? Hirano is dead? I mean, I guess these are the consequences for what I've done. Honestly, I'm kind of surprised.
Why the fuck did everyone believe me so easily? I mean, I'm probably the most fucking suspicious individual here. If anyone shouldn't have been trusted, it was me. I guess I wasn't allowed to lie, but it's really easy to when you use some well placed misdirection, to be on topic but not lie about anything.
Besides, that was such a stupid lie. I pulled that so far from up my ass. No one even bothered to check the note I had in my hand. They just trusted my anger, and took it at face value. The note just recapped the whole thing with Masako. So no, Hano Yoshiko is not Hirano Rei. Though, it seems like a lot of people believed that lie. I paused for a moment, staring silently at Hirano's body.
For some reason, it was making me feel sick. What the fuck? Jeez, I've killed eleven people. I've watched so many people die here as well. Multiple executions, and multiple murders. I've seen people die in front of me. Hell, I even watched a girl scream out in agony as the feeling and movement in her legs. And I didn't even break a sweat. So why? Why is my stomach churning so much.
Oh fuck. OH FUCK. NUH UH. NO. SHUT UP STUPID FUCKING HEAD. YOU DO NOT CARE!!! STOP IT!!!
I took a deep breath. It's fine. Right now, you've gotta figure out what the best course of action is. Okay, looking at the crime scene, I can immediately tell that Hirano was in a panic when she died. Hm. Okay, I know the next best course of action.
The only question is: who do I use to test my theory? Otani would work nicely, but with tensions so high I doubt I'd be able to persuade him to come out of his room. And if he were to attack me, I would most likely be unable to fight him off. Sugai is also another good one, he's small and I could easily drag him along with me. But he's also unpredictable, and feral. There's no telling what could go wrong with him. Imamura is another one, but definitely one of the worser options. I don't have the time to go over to the hospital to get her. The killer could easily come over and get rid of any evidence. Kawata is out of the question. While I was able to get him confused as to if Hirano is Hano Yoshiko or not, but he would not trust me to take him out of his room at night. Especially at night. That left only one person. Alright, I guess that would work nicely.
I started walking away from the crime scene, making sure to look back every once in awhile. The evidence cannot be compromised. I took a deep breath, walking over to Arima's door. Quickly, I knocked, making sure to make each one sound urgent. Slowly, the door began to open. Arima stuck his head slightly out. His eyes went wide, as he tried to close the door. I quickly place a foot inside, forcing him to keep it open.
"L- leave me alone!" He yelled, desperately trying to close the door, fear in his eyes. I took a long, angry sigh.
"I just want to talk." I said. Arima continued trying to close the door, only succeeding at hurting my foot. I glared at him.
"N- no you don't murderer! D- don't come near me!" He called out, continuing to try and fail. I rolled my eyes, grabbing him by the wrist and ripping him out of the room into the hallway. Arima started screaming, trying to release himself from my tight grip. He seemed to slightly notice the scars on my hand, but was mostly desperately trying to escape for his life. I should've put my gloves and scarf back on, but it didn't bother me.
"Stop- squirming!" I growled. Arima did not take the command. Actually, that only made him more fierce. He went to bite my hand, but I quickly pulled his arm behind his back so he couldn't. Jeez, it feels like just the other day he was trying to kill himself. Why the fuck is he so desperately trying to escape now? I took him to the office room, dropping him onto the floor. Only after I let go, did Arima stop fighting. Now he was met with the sight of Hirano's dead body sprawled across the floor.
"W- what..." he muttered. "H- Hano Yoshiko... i- is dead?" I stared at the monitor. It didn't turn on. Alright, no one besides the killer has been here.
Truth Bullet 1: Body Announcement
"Well, not exactly." I replied. Arima stood up, angrily glaring at me.
"W- what do you mean!? Sh- she's clearly dead!" He yelled. I took a long sigh.
"I'll explain when the others get over here." I said. Arima stared at me silently, trying to think.
"Y- you're not gonna kill me?" He stuttered. I rolled my eyes, folding my arms and turning away.
"Don't test me." I replied. He stared at me for a couple of seconds, before racing back over to the other hallway. I kept my back leaned against the wall. After a couple of moments, Arima returned with Otani by his side.
"What's going on?" He asked. I remained silent in response. He paused, before taking a step over to the open door. He let out a small gasp, staring at the sight before him. He was speechless. Then, the monitor turned on.
"WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!! A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED!!! Please head to the office room in the hotel!" Ressa chuckled over the television. Then, the monitor shut back off.
"... she's... dead?" He muttered. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah. Seems like it." I said. Otani remained silent.
"... I don't..." he started. He couldn't get the words out. Suddenly, Sugai ran down the hall, nearly smashing straight into the wall.
"DEAD BODY!?" He yelled out. He raced over to the open door, looking inside. He froze, before standing straight up. He remained silent for a moment. "Huh... a serial murderer has been killed? Ironic~" he said, grinning with a devilish grin. Even though he was trying to hide it, it was really obvious that he was disturbed.
"... what happened?" Kawata asked, stepping into the hallway.
No one said a word. I could already hear the agony he would soon face. Slowly, he walked over to stand in front of the door. He looked inside, and his face immediately went blank. And then, a sense of dread spread through the air. I nearly choked on how thick it had infected the aura of the room. It was far more powerful and painful to experience than I expected. I did expect a bad reaction from Kawata, but not to this extent.
"HIRANO!!!" He screamed out, running over to him. His breaths were heavy as tears ran down his face. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and started to shake her. "W- WAKE UP!!! TH- THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!" He yelled, sobbing as he tried to desperately wake her up. I glared at him silently for a moment. To admit, it was very pitiful to see him screaming like that. But at this rate, the crime scene is going to be affected.
"Kawata, you're going to ruin the crime scene. We won't be able to find out who killed her." I said. Kawata froze, and after a moment, his face became a hot red.
"YOU DID THIS!!!" He yelled out, getting up from the floor. He started approaching me, a fury in his eyes. "I- IF YOU HAD JUST LET HIRANO'S SECRET GO!!! I- IF YOU HADN'T TOLD EVERYONE SHE WAS ACTUALLY HANO YOSHIKO, SHE'D STILL BE ALIVE!!!" He snapped, rapidly moving towards me. I groaned slightly, looking away.
"Actually... I lied." I said. Kawata's eyes went wide, as he stopped in place.
"... w- what?" He muttered. I groaned, looking at him. Now I have to admit it again. It's not easy to tell people the truth twice in a row. Or even at all.
"Hirano isn't Hano Yoshiko. I made that up on the spot to get suspicion off of me." I replied. He stood frozen, and the tears started up again. Jeez, has he always been such a crybaby? Kawata raced back over to Hirano, kneeling by her side. He grabbed her by the hand, holding it in his palm.
I know the feeling of cold, dead skin. The life has retreated, and the once warm and sweet spirit that was once inside, now feels like a horrible husk. Every ounce of their blood has ceased movement, leaving the body freezing. It almost sent a chill up my spine thinking about it. I can't imagine what Kawata must be feeling right now.
"I- I'm so sorry I never believed you..." he croaked, tears running down his face. "I- I should've believed you... b- but I treated you like dirt..." he sniffled, taking deep breaths as he did. He wiped the tears from his face with his other hand. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." he repeated over and over and over again.
"WAAHHHHHH, BOO HOO, cry me a river! Jeez! You believed she was a SERIAL KILLER!!! And now you're acting like little babies? Come on! You've seen dead bodies before! So stop it with your little sob stories!" Ressa complained, walking over to Hirano's body. He looked pleased with the fact she was dead. "This is really surprising you know? Usually, when you've got protag plot armor you don't really die!" He chuckled to himself.
"P- protag? What's a protag?" Arima asked, looking confused.
"ANYWAYS!!! I have brought you all some very interesting information! BEHOLD!!!" He yelled, holding up a couple of files in one of his paws. "MURDER FILE NUMBER 5 BABY!!!" He cackled. He waddled over, handing me a file.
"Y- you said he couldn't LIE!!! S- so was that just a way t- to get us to believe that THIS SICK MOTHERFUCKER!?" Kawata yelled, smacking one of the files from his hand. Ressa looked slightly annoyed.
"Well, he wasn't allowed to lie! And he never did! At least, after I told him he couldn't!" Ressa chuckled. Kawata's face softened, as tears ran down his cheeks. His eyes almost seemed to swirl, as he was forced to take one of the files from Ressa's paws. He put his other hand to his forehead, his body swaying slightly back and forth as he stared down at what he had in hand. "Ah here's the star himself! How have the murders been?" Ressa asked, chuckling as he held up a file. I snatched it from him, glaring down at him angrily.
"Shut the fuck up." I snapped back. He chuckled.
"Oooh spicy! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" He laughed, motioning to smooching someone on the sides of their face.
"Yeah, I fucking do." I said, opening up the file to look inside.
Victim: Hirano Rei
Age: 17
Height: 5'4
Weight: 119
Time of Death: 10:00 PM - 4:00 AM
Cause of Death: Victim died instantly from shock.
Bodily Wounds: Burn on Abdomen, Hand Injury.
Huh... this is very interesting. The time right now is 5:37, so it couldn't have happened within the last hour and a half. Also, the injuries seem to be interesting. From what I can tell, Hirano already had the injury on her hand. So... that means...
Truth Bullet 2: Murder File 5
"W- we're just starting? L- like, right now!?" Arima asked, looking panicked.
"We have to. It might be disturbing since we haven't done this in a while, but... if we don't, then we'll die." Otani said, looking at Hirano's body. His skin was pale. Well, paler than usual. He's always been pale.
"I don't wanna investigate! It's obvious who the killer is anyway!" Sugai chuckled, glaring over at me, slyly smirking. "IT'S ME!!!" He cackled, finding his 'joke' to be very funny.
I glanced over at Arima, who was staring at me silently, a worried expression on his face. I rolled my eyes. He probably thought I was the killer. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone here believed I was the killer. So, now the main goal is proving that theory wrong, and discovering the real culprit. I walked over to the body, kneeling down next to it.
Hirano Rei's hand was covered in a couple of bandages. I do remember seeing her with those on for a relatively long time. I'm guessing that there's no other injuries to worry about on her hand. I took a deep breath, slightly lifting up her shirt to expose her abdomen. Part of it was blacked out from being scorched. Sure enough, there was a burn mark clearly visible where the shirt has been covering.
I paused. I know that kind of wound. I looked down to my hands. The lightning marks were surrounding the main wound. My wound was far less substantial than the burn mark on her. I'm guessing this wound would be enough to kill someone. I paused for one more moment, looking at the mark again. The wound seemed to be strangely afflicted. It seems to be slightly pushed in. How does that happen?
Truth Bullet 3: Wounds
Suddenly, I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I groaned, turning around. It was Arima, standing nervously behind me. I don't know who I was expecting to be approaching me, but it definitely wasn't him. I glared at him, angrily trying to understand why he came over to me.
"What the fuck do you want?" I snapped. Arima took a deep breath.
"Are you... okay?" He asked. He seemed kind of scared to talk to me as we spoke. My eyes widened, before narrowing to focus on him.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" I barked. He sighed, pointing at my hands.
"I noticed that your hands are... um... burnt. I- is that why you wore the gloves?" He stuttered. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Now, leave me the hell alone. If you can't tell, I'm trying not to fucking die." I replied. Arima sighed, before walking over and looking at Hirano. He didn't say a word, but by the way his face went pure white, I could tell that he was horrified.
I reached into the pocket of Hirano's skirt, pulling out two things. One of the objects was a key, and the other was a small slip of paper. I stared curiously at the two objects, before noticing a label on the key. It said "Kawata's Ultimate Lab".
"H- huh..." Arima mumbled, staring at the key in my hand. I looked up at him, glaring into his eyes.
"What? Do you know something about this?" I snapped. Arima's eyebrows furrowed before, he softened up.
"W- well, Ressa is doing this thing where he's selling keys at th- the supermarket. Hirano bought that key t- to make sure no one could get into Kawata's Ultimate lab, where all the weapons are." Arima said. I paused for a moment. Huh, Arima wasn't totally useless for a change.
Truth Bullet 4: Ultimate Lab Key
I placed the key on the ground, grabbing the note. It had been folded into fours. I paused, before opening it up and looking inside. "Hirano Rei, please meet me in the office room at 2:00 AM. I'd like to discuss something with you." It read. The words weren't written in pencil. Rather, in an annoying turn of events, someone had cut out little pieces of magazines and taped them to the paper. What a cliche.
"So, if you know so much about this fucking stuff, do you know anything about this?" I asked, raising the little note up in front of his face. His eyes went wide, as he stepped back in fear.
"N- no! I promise I- I only know about the Ultimet Lab Key!" He insisted. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, I figured." I said.
Well, if we assume Hirano was alive by the time she got this note, that should narrow down the time of murder quite a bit.
Truth Bullet 5: Note
Both of these items were in Hirano's pocket, and the other one was completely empty. They were both in the same one. That's kind of interesting. Not sure if it will be important, but it's still evidence nonetheless.
Truth Bullet 6: Pocket Placement
I got up off the floor, leaving Arima to do whatever the fuck that idiot wants. I walked about five feet from the body. On the ground was a pair of glasses. One of the lenses was gone, but it's been like that for a while. At least, from what I remember.
But why are the glasses so far away from the body? Whatever the answer, it doesn't seem like it was done on purpose. So, if they're this far away, what does that mean?
Truth Bullet 7: Glasses
I quickly scanned my eyes around the room, making sure I didn't miss anything else. It didn't seem like anything else was in the room. I walked over to the door. On the opposite side of the door was a small key, sticking out of the knob. On the other side, the door didn't seem to have a lock on it, you'd need a key to lock it from this side to lock it while inside the room. I pulled the key out, quickly examining it.
There was a small label hanging from the object. "Office Room". I glared silently at it. Well, someone probably bought this key. I'm curious as to what other keys have been bought. I'll have to check soon. Though, what's important about this is that the key was still in the door when I acquired it. Was the killer in a rush?
Truth Bullet 8: Office Key
After looking at the key, I turned to look at the area surrounding the door. There were two more things in the immediate vicinity that I could notice. One of them was a little less noticeable, so I observed that one first.
I knelt down in the middle of the door way, picking up something sitting on the carpet. It looked like pieces of frayed shirt, that had been burnt extensively. I stared at it for another moment. It's pretty far away from the body. So... what does that mean?
Truth Bullet 9: Frayed Shirt Pieces
Now it was time to observe the second thing. On the wall in the hallway was a large dent. It was done in the lower half. Though it wasn't substantial, it did seem to have been done recently. Unless I didn't notice a very obvious indent in the wall, this had to have happened during the murder.
But what did this mean? The killer couldn't have done this on purpose, since there is no purpose to breaking open the wall. Unless the killer wants us to believe something about this trial. For now, I don't understand its purpose. But it's most likely important.
Truth Bullet 10: Wall Indent
I walked back into the room, wandering over to the closet in the corner of the room. I opened it up, looking inside. The metal pipe from the top of the closet was broken. I glared at it skeptically, before continuing on. I knelt down, pushing the boxes that were stacked on top of each other to the side. Hidden behind them was a small door. This was the secret passageway I used a really long time ago. Sazama has also used it. Slowly, I grabbed the little handle. I pulled it open slightly, struggling to get it through the frame. Finally, I managed to open it. Inside, it was completely empty. Just a square tunnel to the other side. I don't know what I was expecting to find. But... that doesn't mean this isn't important to the case.
Truth Bullet 11: Secret Passageway
"Hey guys, um..." Arima said, interrupting my train of thought. "Do you guys know where Imamura is?" Arima asked. Everyone in the area stopped what they were doing, looking at him.
"GASP!!! Do you all think she's dead toooooo?" Sugai chuckled.
"THAT'S NOT FUNNY!!!" Kawata yelled, his eyes red from tears. He seemed slightly exhausted.
"Oh wait! She's probably in the hospital! Crap!" Otani said, getting up and heading to the door.
"Where the fuck are you going?" I snapped, getting up and leaving the closet. Otani stopped, looking over at me.
"I've gotta help Imamuea get over here!" Otani said. I paused, thinking to myself. Actually, it would be good to find Imamura. She's one of the smarter people here. Well, definitely still an idiot in some regards, but having someone who can figure out evidence easier would make my life less miserable. Especially none of these other dunces are gonna be able to get through the trial.
Well, that's not true. They all have different skills that could aid in the trial, but not in the crime solving department. I guess that's the same for Imamura, but she's got the kind of deductive reasoning that would be useful. If she knows the clues in this trial, we might be able to get past this. Unless she's the murderer, which I can't discount.
"I'll go with you." I said. Otani looked surprised, but pleased by my willingness to go with him to get Imamura. We started heading down the hallway.
"Thanks for coming with me..." Otani blurted out, smiling at me. I glared at him, rolling my eyes.
"I'm not doing it for you." I said. Otani chuckled slightly, shaking his head back and forth. We walked down the stairs, heading for the front door. We got there, opening the door, and suddenly-
"FUCKING FINALLY!!!" Imamura snapped, rolling into the front of the hotel. She adjusted her hair out of her face, and then looked up to me. She looked disappointed. "Oh, it isn't you who's dead..." Imamura blurted out, looking away. "That's disappointing..." she grumbled quietly to herself. I sighed. Oh yeah, maybe she wouldn't be helpful. Because she fucking hates me. No way she'll be useful if she's being all grumpy.
"Actually, you can stay in your dumbass hospital. We didn't need you last trial, we don't need you this one." I said, starting to walk away.
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT I WASN'T AT THE LAST TRIAL!!!" Imamura yelled.
"Guys! Please! Let's work together. We won't be able to figure anything out if we can't even be in the same room without fighting." Otani explained. I turned back, making eye contact with Imamura. She seemed angry, but not as angry as usual. Huh... interesting.
"Who the fuck is dead anyway?" Imamura snapped, looking at Otani. He couldn't speak. He seemed upset by the question, and was unable to respond. Imamura seemed confused, immediately heading over to the elevator. The two of us followed behind her, getting on after her when the doors opened. "What the fuck happened to your hands?" She asked, glaring at them. Quickly, I stuffed them into my pockets.
"None of your fucking business." I said. She glared at me. She seemed like she wanted to press for more answers, but disregarded it as soon as the doors opened. She moved out of the elevator, heading directly down the hallway towards the crime scene.
"Imamura! Wait! Y- you're not gonna-" Otani called out, trying to warn her before she could make it to the room. But it was too late. Imamura's jaw dropped, as she stared inside. I could see the tears start to form in her eyes, as she covered her mouth.
"... shit... fuck..." she muttered, trying her best not to cry. But she was failing. I sighed, walking over to her.
"It's difficult, but right now we need to investigate-" I started. Suddenly, my hand was swiped away, Imamura still staring into the room. Her face was red with anger.
"Don't you fucking tell me what to do..." she whispered. I glared at her, stuffing my hands back in my pocket.
"Fine, who fucking cares." I said, walking away.
"Aw! Don't go away! The fight was just starting to get good!" Sugai complained.
"I don't give a shit." I replied, continuing to walk down the hallway, holding a middle finger up in the air, directing it behind me.
I walked into the dining hall, immediately noticing something on the table. I raised an eyebrow, approaching a basket of stuff. I looked inside, pulling up a rope from inside, and a tape recorder. But no tape. Why the fuck was this stuff in here?
Truth Bullet 12: Basket of Objects
That wasn't why I came in here though. I placed the stuff back inside the basket, heading over to the kitchen. I wanted to check and see if the passageway was accessed to get into the office. I stepped inside, my eyes going wide.
"What the fuck?" I blurted out. The fridge was ripped over onto of the counter. Actually, not even on top, it had completely shattered through it. And the worst thing about it, is that it had smashed through the drawer with the secret passage way. That meant it was completely blocked.
Truth Bullet 13: Smashed Drawer
Well, I guess no one will be able to use it from now on. And that's a good thing. I did want to use it for a murder a long time ago, but unless I wanted to try again, it was completely useless.
Was I planning on committing a murder once again? Well no, I haven't started planning another one. At this point, I've been riding out the clock until only two people are left. But that's not very smart. No... wait. If I try to win this in anyway, they're going to keep doing this. I'm not going to get out of this stupid fucking killing game without forcing them to let me go. I took a deep breath.
Okay, for right now, I need to look at the keys available in the supermarket. Knowing which ones were purchased and which ones were left would help narrow the list of suspects. Well, supposedly. It could also mean absolutely fucking nothing in the long run. But there was no harm in checking.
I walked out of the hotel, immediately heading to the supermarket. I stepped inside, looking around the area. It didn't take long to notice them on the wall behind the front counter. I scanned the keys on the wall, making sure to read every label.
I paused for a minute, slightly confused. Wait, the hospital rooms didn't have locks on them. Why were their keys to the hospital rooms if they don't have locks on them? I rolled my eyes, continuing to look over them. Huh... interesting.
Only two keys were missing from the hooks on the wall. The key to Kawata's ultimate lab, and the key to the office room. So, if I am to assume there is only one of each key, Hirano purchased the key to Kawata's ultimage lab, and some unknown person purchased the key to the office room. The biggest question I have is: why?
Truth Bullet 14: Missing Keys
Okay, now I'm curious. I should talk to the others to see if I can get any kind of alibis from them. My biggest problem is that they probably won't be very receptive to talking to me. Especially after the whole reveal about my secret identity and being the traitor. If I can get them to trust me, it would be beneficial for everyone. Especially since I've pretty much been alone this entire time. No fucking friends. Well, except for Hirano.
I groaned. That sounded so corny. Do I really consider Hirano a friend? You know what? I don't give a fuck. She's fucking dead. What does it matter if she trusted me? What does it matter if she wanted to know more about me? I took a long pause, trying to understand whatever shit I just spewed in my mind. Fuck. We're not doing this again. We're not having another Taguchi situation. I'm not going to be redeemed like him.
I will never be rehabilitated. It was a stupid fucking dream. To think that I'd be able to become a better person. My sister might've wanted the best for me. She might've encouraged me to be a good person. To do what was right, and never lose my morals. Those were just petty wishes. That was when life was scary, but had some semblance of hope. As soon as Chiharu died, I could feel every dream I ever had being violently ripped out of my heart and torn to shreds. There was no going back as soon as they did that to her. She may not have wanted that for me, but it's the outcome of
I groaned, placing pointer finger and thumb on the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath. No, I'm not going to get emotional. Crying is for pussies. That's not what I am. I'm strong. I've killed people. Just because I was weak before doesn't mean I can't defend myself now. And right now, I've got to defend my innocence.
I quickly moved forward, heading towards the hotel. I had to interrogate the others, even if they don't to tell me anything. Information is the key to winning the trial, so I have to find out anything I can.
I paused. No one is going to believe what I say. I lied about my identity, I lied about not being the traitor, and I lied about Hirano being a serial killer. As long as I am forced to go against the group, I will never be trusted. Honestly, even if I wasn't they wouldn't. Anything I say during the trial, whether it's true or not, is going to be thrown aside. I took a deep breath.
Well, then I'm just going to have to work extra hard. I'm not dying this trial. I've survived five so far, and I'm not letting my sixth be my last. I headed up the stairs, walking over to the office door. I prepared myself to see the scene once more, walking directly inside.
My immediate observation was Kawata. He was sitting in the corner of the room, staring at Hirano's body. He was trying to hide his face in his hat, but it was clear that he'd been crying. I rolled my eyes. I'm definitely not getting any information out of him. I scanned the room.
Actually, I might not be able to get any information. Imamura seemed really upset, but was continuing to investigate the crime scene. No information is going to come from her. She hates my fucking guts. Arima seemed to be thinking long and hard about something, probably something really fucking stupid, but something nonetheless. Otani seemed to be looking at the door of the room. He was taking deep breaths, trying to soothe himself as he continued to search around.
I took a long, deep sigh. Actually, the person who would probably be the most willing to speak is someone I really don't want to. They're a fucking idiot. But, out of everyone, they're probably the best to start with. I walked over, tapping them on the shoulder.
"Oh hello murder murder face! How has your investigation been? Probably lovely by your standards..." Sugai chuckled, turning around to face me.
"Do you know anything about the case?" I asked bluntly, glaring down at him. Sugai stared at me silently for a moment.
"Well, yeah, I do. But I bet you know it as well." He replied. I raised an eyebrow at him, staring at him curiously.
"In case I don't have a fucking clue, remind me." I said. Sugai took a long sigh, looking over at me. He put his hand on his chin, thinking to himself.
"Weeeeelllllllllllllllll, I promised that I'd keep this a secret... so I'm not really sure if I should..." Sugai muttered, staring off into space. My eyes went wide, as I folded my arms.
"You should absolutely fucking tell me if someone really doesn't want it to be known." I said. Sugai stood there, thinking for another long moment.
"Hrrrmmmm, I guess I'll tell you... for a cost." Sugai chuckled, smiling as he moved his arms behind his back. I sighed, placing a hand directly onto my face.
"What the fuck do you want..." I groaned out. Sugai chuckled for himself, before pointing directly at me.
"I want a favor from you!" Sugai laughed. I glared at him.
"No." I immediately responded. Sugai's eyes became tired, as he glared at me.
"Huh!? Why though!?" Sugai complained. I rolled my eyes.
"Knowing you, you'll either make me do something that'll get everyone killed, or fuck something up really badly." I replied. Sugai took a long sigh, thinking.
"Fine. Then you don't get to know!" He chuckled. I sighed, turning away, starting to walk towards one of the other people in the room.
"Okay. Fuck you too I guess." I snapped back. Sugai angrily folded his arms, tapping his foot in the ground impatiently.
"FINE!!!" He yelled back. I didn't respond, I just turned back around and moved to where I had been standing before. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, glaring down at him. Sugai cleared his throat, motioning for me to get my head closer to his height. He cupped his hands around my ear, putting his mouth up to the side. "I'm the killer." He said as he tried to hold back his laughter. I pulled away immediately, groaning in anger.
"You mother fucking..." I couldn't even finish what I was saying. I took a deep breath, stuffing my hands back into my pockets. "You know what? You're not worth it." I replied. Sugai chucked in response.
"Aw, sorry! Did I make the emo aaaaannnnggggrrryyyy? I didn't even think you HAD emotions!" Sugai said in a pouty voice, teasing me. I scoffed, turning my head away.
"For all I fucking know you could be the fucking killer at this point. You deserve to be executed for taking this shit as a joke." I snapped back. Sugai looked slightly annoyed, unsure if he should be happy about being called the blackened or upset that I told him he deserved to be executed. After a moment, he made his decision, chuckling with a smug smile.
"I mean, the REAL criminal here is Arima! Did you SEE what he did to the fridge?" Sugai chuckled. I paused, turning back to him. I raised an eyebrow, trying to gauge his face to see if he was joking.
"What do you mean?" I replied. Sugai chuckled once more.
"It was TRAGIC!!! Arima murdered that fridge in cold daylight! The poor thing didn't even know what was happening until they were already gone..." Sugai explained, making it sound EXTRA tragic. I folded my arms, fixing my posture so I was standing straight up.
"And what day did this happen?" I asked. Sugai seemed confused, as he shuffled around with his hood.
"Uuhhhhhhhhhhhh, like, the day of the escape. Pretty much right before we went to the library. Why?" He replied. I would've laughed from being able to obtain that information so easily, but it wasn't really all that funny.
"Nothing." I responded. He stared at me skeptically. "It isn't something you should worry about."
Truth Bullet 15: Sugai's Account
"Okay! Whatever you say goth!" Sugai chuckled. I didn't even react. It wasn't even that funny.
"So which one is it? Am I goth or am I emo?" I replied, staring blankly off into the distance. Sugai seemed annoyed by my response.
"Uh, is there a difference?" Sugai commented, a smug smile on his face. I nodded, glaring down at him as I folded my arms.
"Yeah. There is." I said. "They've got different definitions, so yeah, they're fucking different." We stared at each other in silence. Until finally, Sugai made a disgusted expression. He pointed to his mouth as if he was going to throw up.
"Eck... of course you'd know that..." he muttered. I rolled my eyes.
"Shit... of course this wouldn't fucking work." Imamura complained. I looked over, seeing her in front of the desk across the room. She had a laptop situated in front of her. Immediately, my interest was peaked. I walked over moving to stand next to her.
"What is it?" I asked. Imamura glared at me, pushing the top of it slightly down so I couldn't se the screen. Immediately by the look on her face, she was upset. Most likely about the death of Hirano. Less than Kawata, and definitely far less than her reaction to Taguchi, but definitely enough that it was noticeable that she was not doing well.
"What the fuck is it to you?" She asked. I didn't respond. The two of us stared at each other intensely, neither of us breaking eye contact. Slowly, she stared to push the top further up so I could see it. She turned her head to focus on it. "The footage of the murder is deleted." She made sure to not look at me when she said that.
"Can I see?" I replied. She didn't respond. She just kept staring away from me so I wasn't able to gauge her answer. After a moment of silence, I slightly shifted the laptop to be facing me. I clicked on the play button. All it said was 'Accessed denied. Wait until trial has been completed to view.' Sure enough, anything from 10 PM to now was completed turned off. "Wait, you guys have the fucking footage of everything here, and you didn't fucking tell me!?" I snapped, glaring at her. Her face turned to me. Her face was slightly red. She was furious, but not as much as she had been previous times I'd made her upset.
"I'm not gonna trust a fucking murderer with access to this." Imamura barked, her eyes glaring intensely into mine. I turned back to the computer for a moment. Wait. The cameras aren't recording right now. Does that mean- "Hey, are you fucking done?" I glared at her, pulling away from the laptop. I paused, staring at her silently.
"Can I ask you a couple of questions?" I asked. She rolled her eyes. She seemed like she really wanted to decline. But against her better judgment, and with teeth gritting, she responded.
"Fine..." she accepted. I took a deep breath.
"Do you know why there are keys to the hospital rooms? I thought they didn't have locks on the doors in there." I said. She rolled her eyes.
"Ressa added locks. Something about 'making things more interesting'. I wanted to buy the key to my room, but unfortunately, I haven't found any coins this whole fucking killing game." She paused. "I don't think it's that important though." She explained. I stared at her skeptically, before continuing on.
"Why'd it take you so long to get over here?" I asked. She glared at me.
"Well, it's kind of hard to open a door when you're in a wheelchair. So maybe, you shouldn't shame me for having a difficult time getting to the investigation." Imamura snapped at me, making sure to keep her eyes plastered on me. I sighed.
"Well, do you know anything about this room?" I asked. "Prior to this incident I mean." Imamura glared at me, before reluctantly speaking, avoiding eye contact with me.
"I did try and come her last night to see if there was anything important to this whole hidden identity bullshit, but the door was locked." She said. My eyes went wide, before narrowing. I folded my arms.
"The door was... locked?" I asked.
"Yeah, you heard me. You don't have to fucking repeat what I said." Imamura barked, glaring at me.
"Was there someone inside?" I asked. She stared at me silently, trying to understand why that information was needed.
"Uh, I didn't see anyone go in there. I can't really tell if someone is behind a locked door or not because I don't have fucking x-ray vision." She said, looking slightly agitated by my 'dumb' question.
"Just trying to get all the information." I replied.
Truth Bullet 16: Imamura's Account
"Hey, Imamura..." Kawata interrupted, walking over to her. He had his hat tipped in front of his face, as he tried his best to hide the tears. Imamura glared at me, before turning to him.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Can I talk with you really quickly?" He replied. Imamura made sure to make eye contact with me, before closing the laptop, ripping the usb out of the side and stuffing it into her pocket. She moved her wheelchair so it was facing him. I glanced over at the device. I had to be sneaky about this. I moved slightly to the side, before reaching out and grabbing it in one fell swoop. I stuffed it under my hoodie, and I walked away as casually as I could, making sure to keep the laptop as steady as possible.
Immediately, I headed to my room. I wasn't able to get the usb stick which is disappointing, but I'll still be able to get information from this. I knelt down, sliding the laptop under the door to my room. Quickly, I returned back to the room, making sure to make myself look as casual as possible. Well, as casual as a convicted murderer can be.
"Yamazaki... I mean Daiton?" Someone blurted out. I turned around, glaring down at Arima. He seemed slightly nervous. My biggest question is why the fuck he's talking to me? I mean, I thought he was absolutely horrified of me. "Um... w- what happened to your hand? A- are you okay?" I rolled my eyes, immediately stuffing both of my hands in my pockets.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I snapped. It looked like Arima wanted to say more, but he didn't. It was like the words were sucked out of his mouth. I sighed, fixing my posture to be right up, directing my eyes away from him.
"Do you know anything about this case?" I asked. Arima fixed his posture, staring at me silently.
"Um, I- I mean, I know that Hirano b- bought the key to Kawata's ultimate lab. Um, I'm not very sure about anything else." Arima explained. I took a long pause, glaring at him.
"Did Hirano buy any other keys?" I asked. He stared at me blankly. He seemed to be thinking for a moment.
"Um, no. N- not that I know of." He said. I stared at him for another moment, trying to gauge if he was lying or not.
"Do you know anything else about the keys?" I replied. Arima put a hand to his chin.
"W- well, Ressa did say that there was a no return policy." He said. Suddenly, it was like a light bulb went off in his head. "O- oh! And um, he said that he wouldn't stop anyone from stealing or lending the keys to anyone else." I paused for a moment. Okay, now I know none of the keys could be returned after purchase. So the only keys important to this case should be the ones off their hooks. Also, I've obtained some other very important info about the case.
Truth Bullet 17: Arima's Account
"... h- hey... uh... Yamazaki or uh, Daiton?" Arima started. I looked down at him, an unimpressed expressing on my face. He took a deep breath in, fixing his posture. His hands became fists, as he seemed to be motivating himself to speak. "I uh, I'm sorry I almost bit your hand." My eyes went wide. Well, I wasn't expecting this.
"... it's whatever." I said, staring at him skeptically. What was his goal here? Why was he apologizing for that? And plus, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I ripped him out of his room. He was just defending himself.
"You know... y- you could've just told me. What you were doing? I would've helped." He replied, seeming sort of determined. I rolled my eyes.
"No. You wouldn't have." I insisted. "There's no reason to trust a past murderer to not kill again. Plus, you're a fucking pussy." Arima nervously shifted.
"Yeah... I- I guess that's true..." he seemed slightly ashamed in himself. That kind of irritated more.
"You know, you're supposed to be the fucking 'Ultimate Daredevil'. How the hell did you get into Yuutsumi if you're not even good at your talent!?" I snapped. Arima avoided eye contact with me.
"I- I mean... I never really wanted to do those things in the first place..." he mumbled. I raised an eyebrow, glaring at him skeptically. He took a dry gulp, before making direct eye contact with me. "A- and if you're the Ultimate Murderer, how did you get caught? Th- that's kind of, well..."
"Counterintuitive?" I interrupted. He thought about it for a moment, before nodding. I groaned, turning away from. And then, I reluctantly grumbled out a single sentence. "... and I didn't get caught..." Arima seemed like he was going to respond, but he didn't. He just stared at me, confused.
"Wait, wha-" he started.
"ARIMA!!!" Sugai yelled, jumping onto his back. Arima nearly flew to the floor after Sugai made contact with his body.
"W- what!? WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?" Arima blurted out. Sugai stood up, getting off of Arima, who painstakingly rose from the ground.
"You're being arrested Arima!" Sugai called out. Arima stared at him with a disturbed and disgusted expression.
"What?" He muttered, looking as confused as someone who'd just woken up after waking up in a foreign place. Sugai pointed at Hirano's dead corpse.
"For the murder of that fridge AND the murder of Hirano Rei! Duh!" He exclaimed.
"B- but I didn't kill her!" Arima snapped back, getting up from the floor.
"Uh, yeah you did! I can see your expertise written all over the crime scene!" Sugai chuckled, placing a hand over his mouth as he laughed mischievously.
"So you didn't kill Hirano." I said, folding my arms. Sugai stared up at me, with an expression just as confused as Arima's.
"Huh?" He blurted out, seeming unimpressed.
"You told me that you killed Hirano. Are you saying you lied about that?" I asked. Sugai paused for a long second, before an annoyed expression appeared on his face.
"I don't take criticism from emo's." He replied. I continued staring at him.
"So what is it? Am I goth, or am I emo?" I asked. Sugai's face filled with anger, as he grabbed onto Arima's wrist and started dragging him away. He started to mutter to himself furiously.
"Stupid Daiton... ruining all my fun..." he grumbled. Arima followed behind him, with a large smile on his face. I continued staring at them. Huh... I don't know what to make of that. But I'm not as angry as before.
Okay, I need to continue my interrogations. I don't know how long I have left to investigate, but I want to finish as quickly as possible. Because... I might be able to...
I started moving. I'm saving Kawata for last. He's the most difficult to deal with right now. Not just because of the past experiences I had with him, but also from the emotional state he's in right now. It's super annoying, but I can't blame him. If it's someone you care about, then. I cut my thought off. Don't bother with all this thinking. Just get to where you're going and get straight to the point.
"Otani." I called out. He stopped what he was doing next to the closet.
"Oh, um, what is it..." he trailed off. He seemed to be thinking about his options. "Um, Daiton?" I rolled my eyes.
"Call me whatever." I said. Otani seemed slightly nervous. He laughed awkwardly.
"Wow... I uh... I can't believe you're not Yamazaki. And you're... the traitor..." Otani nervously exclaimed. I didn't react. He took a long deep breath. "Were you the one... who told Ressa about Araigu?" My eyes wandered away as I avoided eye contact. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, before making sure to look at him again.
"Yeah. I'm the reason why Araigu was destroyed." I said. We remained silent for a long time. Finally, Otani spoke.
"So, what did you want to talk with me about?" He asked.
"Do you know anything about the case?" I replied. Otani stared at me quietly.
"Besides the evidence here? I uh... no, not that I know of." He said. I sighed.
"Well, that's all I wanted to know." I replied. I paused, looking at the closet. "What are you looking at?" Otani turned back to stare inside.
"Well, I was looking at the broken bar up there that Hirano was talking about, but then I noticed the secret passageway from the first trial." Otani explained, pointing inside. I paused, staring at him with wide eyes.
"I'm sorry, what did Hirano say?" I asked. Otani stared at me curiously, before turning back to the closet.
"Yeah, Hirano said that she broke this metal bar a while ago. After the first investigation we did." Otani explained. Huh. I wasn't expecting someone to remember that. But looking back on it, Hirano did say that didn't she? Well, that's probably important to know.
Truth Bullet 18: Otani's Account
"I'm sorry I can't help to much. I'll try my best at the trial." Otani said. I closed my eyes, placing a hand on my chin.
"It's fine. You've helped plenty." I replied.
"Woah! W- what? What happened to your hand!?" Otani asked in fear. Quickly, I stuffed my hand in my pocket, glaring at him.
"Nothing. I'm fine." I responded. It's starting to get annoying how many times people are asking me if I'm okay. "Just stay out of my business." I said, turning away.
I started walking, trying to end the conversation as quickly as I possibly could. I'm not dealing with Otani right now, or anyone who asks about the injuries. Honestly, I wish I could just stay in my room and hide. But I can't. Especially for this trial. When everyone knows that you're a murderer, there's a target on your back. If I'm not careful, everyone is going to blame me for this. Finally, I approached the last person very begrudgingly.
"Kawata." I said, grabbing his attention. He had been staring at Hirano's dead body, his face pale and sweat running down his skin. I could tell that he was still crying. I groaned, standing next to him. "... crying isn't going to help." I muttered. Kawata's face became angry, as he turned to me. He was furious by my comment.
"FUCK YOU!!! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!!! I ALREADY KNOW THAT!?!? I JUST-" he stopped himself, as his hands balled up into fists. "She's gone... I- I didn't protect her... a- and I... I didn't fucking believe her... I BELIEVED YOU!!! YOU OF ALL PEOPLE!!! I SHOULD'VE NEVER FUCKING BELIEVED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! A- and..." he started to sniffle, his face getting emotional. As quickly as he could, he pulled his hat down so his face was covered. I'd started up his waterworks again. I thought about patting him on the back. But that's a sign of weakness. And knowing Kawata, he won't be receptive to the ultimate murderers sympathy.
"You shouldn't have believed me." I muttered. "She's dead. And you can't go back on your decisions." I sighed, scratching the back of my neck. "Right now, you have to make up for your mistakes. Find the murderer so you can avenge her death." Kawata wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve, still keeping the hat down in front of his face.
"W- why should I listen to you? You're a murderer. I- I've seen the bodies you've killed..." Kawata said. I remained silent, unable to speak. I couldn't argue with that. I brutally murdered those people. I shouldn't be trusted. Kawata slowly tilted his hat up, glaring directly into my eyes. "For all I know... you could've killed her." I rolled my eyes, stuffing my hands in my pockets. I didn't respond to that, and I wasn't going to. He has to figure out the truth for himself. No matter what I say, he's not going to believe me. "What do you even want..."
"When was the last time you saw Hirano?" I asked. "You were going to see her after we talked last night, right?" Kawata didn't say anything for a long time. He seemed to be pondering my question.
"... I- I was with her up until the night time announcements..." he said.
"And then you waited til you saw everyone go into their rooms? At least, from what I remember, of last night, that's what it looked like you were doing." I replied. Kawata remained silent.
"... yeah... I was waiting for everyone to head back to their rooms... e- except Imamura..." he responded. "A- and then I went to my room for the night..." My eyes became tired as I stared at him angrily.
"... you didn't stay our last night to patrol?" I asked, glaring at him. Kawata hid behind his hat, slightly ashamed by that fact.
"... i- if I had been out there last night... th- then..." Kawata stuttered. "... this... this..!" He couldn't finish what he was saying.
"Did you see any suspicious behavior before that?" I asked. Kawata shook his head back and forth, telling me that he did not. I sighed. There's no getting through to him now. He probably won't answer any more of my questions. Anyway, it'll be good to know this information.
Truth Bullet 19: Kawata's Account
"Just... leave me alone..." he said, turning away from me. I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. I glanced to the camera in the corner of the room. I don't know how long I have, but I have to be quick either way. The camera's should be shut off, based on what I saw from the laptop. But I have no way of knowing if the recording is turned off for just that screen, or more than that. But I can't be to suspicious with this. I only have one more shot. Since everyone knows I'm the traitor, I'm of no use if I keep trying to get out of this.
I turned around, heading directly for my room. If the camera's are off for every computer they have, that means Ressa doesn't know what we're doing. And if it's not, I have to use this chance. Ressa could easily force me to throw this case by electrocuting me. But getting myself out of that will make it impossible for that to happen. It also means I can finally be rid of my infinite captivity, and finally taste freedom from god knows how long we've been here.
I stepped inside of my room. I picked up the laptop and quickly placed it down on the table, closing the door behind me. I raced over to my closet, kneeling down. I pushed in part of the wall, a secret compartment opening up. I pulled out the bag inside, before running over to the bathroom. I nearly dumped everything out onto the counter next to the sink. Come on! I have to be quick! They'll start shocking me if I don't get this right now.
I grabbed a sheet of tinfoil, placing it around my neck. I took out a couple of other items, attaching them around the back of my neck. I could feel the small little asshole back there, taunting me. At any moment it could shock me. Without warning. I put on some rubber gloves, taking a deep breath. My hands were slightly shaking, as I finally grabbed the taser. I quickly took a screwdriver, trying as fast as I could to pull out the screws. I might not get another chance if I don't do this now. Or opened, and I quickly pulled out the two wires I needed, connecting them to the tin foil.
I had been working towards this for so long. The last time I did this, I nearly killed myself with the makeshift taser I'd made out of some batteries a while ago. The scars clearly showing the mistakes I made. But having something not as dingy and thrown together was exactly what I needed. Sure, it could easily go down hill. But, based off of the calculations I made, pulling the wires would make the taser safer to use. Well, as safe as a taser can be. As long as it doesn't kill me, it's fine in my book.
I held the taser in my hand. I was shaking. My body knew the feeling I had last time. I even bore the scars from the last time I tried to do this. The two things I messed up last time was the fact I wasn't wearing rubber gloves, and the fact that I didn't have a properly made taser. My finger hovered over the button. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to do it. But this is for the best. I have to!
I stared at myself in the mirror. I could see sweat rolling down my face. No... not now! You're not scared of the pain, right? You've handled beatings worse than this! So why, right now, are you panicking? Why do you want to run and hide away in the closet like a scared little child, even though that place wasn't safe, and never would be. I fucking killed my father just so I wouldn't feel like kind of fear anymore. And yet... you're shaking like a cat about to take a bath.
You are NOT fucking SCARED. YOUR SISTER DIDN'T DIE FOR YOU TO SIT AROUND AND BE A PUSSY!!! SHE WOULD NOT BE PROUD OF YOUR BITCH ASS NOT TAKING CONTROL OF YOUR DESTINY!!! SHE WANTED THE BEST FOR YOU, AND GUESS WHAT!? THIS MOTHER FUCKING PAIN IS WHAT IS BEST!!! SO YOU'RE GONNA TAKE IT!!! YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE IT LIKE THE MAN YOU ARE-
I slammed my finger into the button, immediately feeling a shock go around my neck. I writhed in pain, groaning and grumbling every second it went on. But I've had this shock worse before. Shit, I even coughed up blood once! I have to hold it out until I feel the ball in the back of my neck break. This is the only way to do it. I could feel my eyes begin to water, as my legs started to shake. Please fucking god work. Please for the fuck let me break this motherfucker in the back of my neck. I do NOT want this pain to go to waste. I looked at myself in the mirror, as my eye twitched violently. God... what a pathetic fucking kid I am...
Suddenly, I felt the small pop. As soon as that happened, I let go of the button. I stared at myself in the mirror, taking deep breaths in and out. Oh my fucking god. I dropped the taser, pulling the gloves off. I pulled off the tin foil and little things I'd placed around it to make it possible. I felt the back of my neck. The little ball had snapped in half in the back of my neck. I could feel the two pieces underneath my skin. A smile spread across my face, as I felt around my neck. Finally. There was no more pain. I'm finally fucking free. Suddenly, the monitor turned on.
"YELLO EVERYONE!!! It's time for the main event! I know, it's been SOOOOO LONG since we've had one of these! Well, I won't let you wait any longer! IT'S TIME FOR THE MOTHER FLIPPING CLASS TRIAL!!! I'm so fricking HAPPY!!! Please come to the elevator IMMEDIATELY!!! We've gotta get this fracken show on the road!!!" Ressa exclaimed. The monitor started to shut off. "FUCK." He said. It sounded like he was building up to that swear word. He seemed very proud of it for some reason.
I took a deep breath, smiling at myself in the mirror. Huh... it'd been a long fucking time since I'd smiled in the mirror. Well, why the fuck shouldn't I?
I've got a trial to win.
-Truth Bullets-
Truth Bullet 1: Body Discovery Announcement
Daiton found the body first. The body discovery announcement didn't go off. Arima was next to witness the body. The body discovery announcement didn't go off.
Truth Bullet 2: Murder File 5
Victim: Hirano Rei
Age: 17
Height: 5'4
Weight: 119
Time of Death: 10:00 PM - 4:00 AM
Cause of Death: Victim died instantly from shock.
Bodily Wounds: Burn on Abdomen, Hand Injury.
Truth Bullet 3: Wounds
Underneath the scorched part of Hirano Rei's shirt is a burn mark. Around it are little lightning patterns, and the wound seems to have dug into the skin upwards.
Truth Bullet 4: Ultimate Lab Key
In Hirano Rei's pocket is a key to Kawata Satoru's ultimate lab, where the weapons are being stored. Arima said that she as the one to buy it.
Truth Bullet 5: Note
In Hirano Rei's pocket is a note that was folded into fours. The note is made up of magazine clippings, and reads "Hirano Rei, please meet me in the office room at 2:00 AM. I'd like to discuss something with you." The note is not signed.
Truth Bullet 6: Pocket Placement
The note and ultimate lab key were in the same pocket. It is uncertain if this was tampered with by the culprit.
Truth Bullet 7: Glasses
Across the room, a couple feet from the body is Hirano Rei's glasses. The glasses had one lense missing, which was gone prior to the incident.
Truth Bullet 8: Office Key
Inside of the door knob on the outer part of the door is a key labeled "Office Key". The office door was wide open when the crime scene was discovered. The other side of the door needs the key if you want to lock the room from the inside.
Truth Bullet 9: Frayed Shirt Pieces
On the ground in the door frame as pieces of frayed shirt. The strings are singed and burnt.
Truth Bullet 10: Wall Indent
Across from the door, there is an indentation in the wall that wasn't there before. It didn't seem like it was done intentionally. And if it was, there's no clear understanding of what.
Truth Bullet 11: Secret Passageway
In the closet, the bar above is broken. Besides that, the boxes were blocking the little door. Also, the little door was hard to open as if it hadn't been opened in a long time.
Truth Bullet 12: Basket of Objects
In the dining hall there is a basket sitting on the table. The objects consist of a rope, and tape recorder. There is no tape inside of the tape recorder.
Truth Bullet 13: Smashed Drawer
In the kitchen, the fridge was down and smashed into one of the drawers. The specific drawer was the one connecting to the secret passageway.
Truth Bullet 14: Missing Keys
In the supermarket, there are two keys missing from the wall. The two keys are the one to Kawata's ultimate lab, and the key to the office room.
Truth Bullet 15: Sugai's Account
Sugai said that before the escape attempt, Arima had smashed the fridge down into a counter. He described it as a deliberate plan to break it.
Truth Bullet 16: Imamura's Account
Imamura said that the night before the murder, she tried to open the door to the office room, but stated that it had been locked. She was unsure if anyone was inside, and did not see anyone go in at any time.
Truth Bullet 17: Arima's Account
Arima stated that Hirano Rei had bought Kawata's ultimate lab key in his presence. He said that he was unsure of whether or not she bought more later, but the only thing he does know is that she only bought that key when they were together. Arima also said that Ressa had a no return policy, but keys that had already been bought were able to be loaned or stolen.
Truth Bullet 18: Orani's Account
Otani stated that Hirano Rei had broken the metal bar at the top of the closet all the way back at the first trial, or before so.
Truth Bullet 19: Kawata's Account
Kawata had last seen Hirano the night of the murder. He said that afterwards, he waited in the hallway for everyone to enter their rooms before returning to his own. He stated that he did not see Imamura before he returned to his room, and didn't see any suspicious behavior from anyone he did see that night. He did not leave his room to patrol the hallway at any time.
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