[THE DETECTIVE I]

"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-
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