"So, what you're saying is that this girl named Elizabeth has been missing for three weeks.""Two," said the grey-haired man. He introduced himself as William Fletcher earlier.Yes. If I'm not mistaken. Tsk! It's all because of the alcohol. I should just smoke a cigarette before work. But, if I don't drink, my brain will be filled with those voices.A sickening echo that I can't stand."--searching here and there, even places she's been even once, but--""Okay, wait." I lit the cigarette once more. I've always hated interrogation rooms. Firstly, because it's so hot, and secondly, because I have to face such a number of lying bastards every day.Look at this guy!It's an old story in the hottest cities. The perpetrator plays witness, reports everything to the police, creating an elaborate puzzle.What a troublesome psychopath!Is he so happy to see us in trouble? Huh, what if I fall into this cheap trap?I'll catch him right here! Right now! "You said he's been missing for three weeks-
I looked at my watch. It was already eleven o'clock at night. From behind here too I could see that the main room outside was already so quiet. It was also mostly dark.There was only the sound of the room's pendigin still blaring, and the pacing of Daniel the cleaning staff.Everything was a dead end!Neither the document on the Fletcher nor the girl gave me any other clues (at least clues that pointed to the Fletcher as the culprit).William Fletcher. 23 years old. Has lived here since birth. His family background is nothing to write home about. His educational history is also not that special (only up to high school). He's been changing jobs, but it seems to be more due to bad luck, not his own doing (the reason he quit was due to downsizing, store closures, and similar things).The only time he has committed a crime was when he was arrested in a neighbourhood brawl two years ago. At that time he was released due to presumed innocence (or at least that's what this note says. Becaus
I followed his advice, again. Not because I was afraid, but more because I thought it made sense.Staying there was the same as putting myself in a much more vulnerable position. Even if I was at my most alert, even if this bastard was helpless.Besides, I still didn't fully believe what he said.Ever since Jimenez had mentioned it, Becker's name had been haunting my nights. I had heard of him before, too. If I'm not mistaken, he was an influential businessman whose products were helpful in terms of regional exports.That, and his abundant wealth, gave him indirect power to control many people.But, basically, nothing in the world is truly perfect. Wealth and power can't buy love.I mean, just look at that punk sitting on the chair in front of my desk right now.Again, I still doubt every word he says. Even the most ignorant person would consider him delusional, but in the course of my career, it's not uncommon to find the children of officials who have indeed transformed into thugs (
If there's one thing I'm grateful for in all of this, it's that school is out early.Which means less stressors. Ah, but that's also a bad thing. The final exams are only a week away. The cut in class hours has resulted in a more limited delivery of material.Limited delivery of material is a form of injustice against students' rights. Injustice committed by despotic and corrupt curriculum bearers. Which will lead us to undoubted failure. Misery. Giving birth to a gloomy generation.It's the government's fault![Conclude ACTIVATED][Speeds up the brain's performance to get a quick conclusion from the phenomenon at hand][Out of the Box ACTIVATED][Provides extraordinary thinking abilities that people never thought possible][Class Rationalism up to Lv.3]Ah.Yes. This is another piece of irony. It's said that one person's bad luck is another person's good luck.Deat--Ah... I can't even name it. So let's think of it as Incident S, okay. S Incident.As a person who witnessed the S Inci
I just became an assassin and it feels good.Make no mistake.I'm not a psychopath or some kind of crazy person who would justify my actions as justified.Well, even if they were justified.But did I really kill?In the end, the whole strange incident was just a dream.Part of an overly wild imagination.'But, is that really so?' I seemed to still hear His voice whispering from a distance.I don't know whose form He was using.If so, was everything that happened just now real?Will I be here forever?"Miss? Miss? Miss?" There were three knocks on the door.I told her to come in without thinking.It's a good thing it was just Eva-what's wrong with me since I woke up?Where was that vigilance I prided myself on?"Miss, Mr Carl has asked you to-" Eva squealed. "Oh, by the Most High. Miss, are you okay?"Huh?Um...Yes... after experiencing such an extraordinary thing, everyone would be messed up, right?My brain is hot. And my common sense is questionable.Is any of this real?What kind
It was a strange behaviour that I was getting used to. Before, she would definitely show a smug face with a smirking mouth, but lately (right after the S Incident), she prefers to stay away. And it's not just her, but almost everyone in the school, including the teachers.I'm used to being ostracised, so this shouldn't be any different.In fact, everything felt different.I don't know. Let's put it this way. Whereas before I was shunned for being a disgusting insect or a pile of foul-smelling rubbish, now I was shunned like a deadly virus or a savage prehistoric animal.I don't know the exact reason. I think it's because of the rumour that I was the one who hurt--, I mean hurt Susan.I don't know who first made that baseless accusation. Even the public newspaper has announced it as a form of accident (although of course you can't be sure that everyone will believe it, because if that's the case, then everyone here is so stupid).And I was only called by the police as a witness. Howeve
If I'm not mistaken, there's a popular name for it.Call of the void or something.When the urge to harm or kill oneself arises suddenly.It's a silly idea topped off with an even sillier term.For anyone who feels sympathetic and compassionate, it's best to discard those useless feelings.It's not that I'm depressed or anything, but it's more of a reflex after two extraordinary events that have already passed.Once again, I admit that my actions were wrong.Even though the 'real' Harry at that time manifested as a soul without a concrete body. Even though Rose basically had no value. Even I could feel guilty.But, right now, I'm not cutting my hair as a form of mourning for that damn traitorous servant.Or the king.Or perhaps the humanity that seems to be eroding - what is humanity, anyway? Isn't it that as humans, we automatically have and always will have?No and no.Yes... it's sudden, but Alfie died-I'm also confused, is dying a trend now?The details aren't very clear.They sai
Indeed, I said so, but it was just an empty bluff.I hate acting like that actually. It makes me look like a liar. A hypocrite. A coward. Why would I need a bluff when I could just beat him into confessing?It's just that this whole pesky code of conduct thing is preventing me from doing so. Hell, she's still a teenager.Her legal protections are stronger, and the investigation into her is bound to be much more difficult.Besides, after everything that's happened, it's all just based on ridiculous stories and assumptions.I mean, superpowers? Conspiracy?Sure. Sure, there's a chance that that pesky McKane is the culprit, but what he just said also makes sense. He's not alone, and I don't have any hard evidence for my accusation.This is a completely baseless accusation.Even if it was a murder, no one has found the murder weapon yet.And besides, I didn't even get a clue about Elizabeth.If I had done this more carefully and waited for a formal arrest warrant, I would have been able t