What do you say about the room of Owada textured soil...... Very characteristic as a "man".

You heard it right. This is not a compliment, but a blatant irony. It was filled with the smell of beer and carbonated drinks, and the smell of motor oil, which I couldn't tell if it was bad or good. As far as the eye can see, clothes and socks are thrown everywhere, and trash cans are filled with energy drink bottles of various styles and cans of hairspray.

Then I was not surprised to find a couple of strange boxes. There are things made of bamboo strips that resemble skirt hoops, there are also a few black square pieces of cloth, and there are ...... A design that looks like the "Giant Sunny Doll".

Wait, I always feel a little familiar......

I cut a small piece of black cloth from the black robe and compared it with the fabric that I had turned out of the box.

Damn it...... Which bastard took the clothes of labor and management to make this cosplay costume!

But it's good to do that. This kind of behavior of wanting to cover up at least makes me more convinced that Owada Wentu should not be the murderer.

Because...... He doesn't have such a brain.

All right. Now...... It's time to check the remnants of "Kuwata-san" too.

……

At the door of the art preparation room sat a Yamada one, two, three. Fujisaki Chihiro doesn't know where to go, but fortunately, Naeki Makoto and Cyrus are here, and the situation is ...... It shouldn't be that bad.

"How long have you been here?" As I went into the art preparation room, I casually asked everyone.

"Just arrived." Cyrus replied.

"I've been checking for a long time...... "Naeki Makoto squatted in front of Kuwata Reien's severed hand, muttering to himself as he observed, "It looks like ...... I didn't find any particularly valuable clues......"

"Then you can tell me if there are any clues that are not very valuable." I passed behind Naeki Makoto and carefully examined the tools.

There are several fewer hammers, so they should have been used to make the "Hammer of Justice". Because those tools did not make the "Hammer of Justice" made of plaster like in the original work, there is not much plaster and glue left on the hammer, and most of the tools appear exceptionally clean.

Wait a minute...... Among the tools knives on the left, there is a file...... It seems too clean......

Three minutes later, Naeki Makoto, who had been sighing "still clueless", left the art preparation room. I just heard that his "clue" is that Sakura Okami mentioned that she and Chihiro Fujisaki had come to the art room when they were looking for the body of Kiyota Ishimaru. For some reason, the door to the art room was locked.

Because someone transferred the body, of course......

I sat on the ground tiredly and sighed at Kuwata's severed hand. This murderer, who was the first school-level referee, still kept a whole corpse even after the execution, and now only the severed palm remains, and he is a person, so he should have a little pity for him.

Speaking of which...... Who is so cruel?

To be fair, there wasn't much blood on the ground. With the palm as the center, there is no blood stain in a large square, and only at the edge of the hand, can I see some blood stains that have been coagulated for a long time.

Other words...... Has the corpse ever been wrapped in a square of cloth?

Taking off my gloves, I touched Kuwata's severed hand. There is no doubt that it is already cold.

Wrong...... This coolness...... Abnormal.

This is not a "cool" body that completely loses heat due to the muscles being left for too long, but a ...... How to say, some irritating skin...... The "cold" of the touch......

And then there's ...... There was no handleless cart in the room, and there was no plastic sheeting. This is not surprising, as no large bodies have been moved. Just before, this severed hand...... Where the hell will it be hidden......

Wait a minute...... Compared to this, where is Chihiro Fujisaki? Why didn't you see him?

Just as I was about to raise my head and ask Yamada Ichi, two, three, the crisp sound of chains reminded me...... Roughly a pass to death.

At this moment, Cyrus and Yamada Ichizo are in the art preparation room. Although Yamada Ichi, Two, Three may have killed two people, and Cyrese can't kill me even if he is not handcuffed, if the two of them work together...... I will surely die.

Really...... Vigilant enough.

But squatting here all the time won't solve any problems. I stood up and walked to the door of the art preparation room. Yamada Ichizusan had already arrived from the art room, and then ...... Slippery?

Hey, don't you have such blood...... Looking at Yamada Ichi, who was unsteady on his feet due to water stains on the ground, and fell to the ground and screamed, I coldly wiped the beads of sweat on my head, and was very speechless about his anxious IQ.

At the same time, there was a rush of footsteps behind him. Looking back, Cyrus covered her mouth with one hand and hung the other hand on her chest, looking calm, as if she was snickering.

If this is the "footsteps of death", it is too light and too casual. In my case, I would not choose to use a hammer, but should find a sharp weapon for a sneak attack......

"Ah...... Who laid the nails on the ground...... It hurts......" When Yamada Ichizusan was still yelling there, the door of the art room opened, and Chihiro Fujisaki, who broke in in a panic, saw Yamada Ichizusan become like this, and immediately rushed to Yamada Ichizusan in a panic and shouted, "Yamada-san! Why are you bleeding? ”

"It's okay......" stood up, Yamada Ichizusa still looked frightened, and there was a small wound on the stomach he was holding.

Strangely, instead of pink blood, it was ...... Something that is white and flowery?

"Huhu...... I'm really lucky, but I'm glad that Honyamada-sama has enough fat on his stomach...... I didn't get stabbed out of a big hole...... "Facing Cyrus's hated eyes, and Fujisaki Chihiro's face, "Is there anything to be thankful about?" Forget it, it's a good thing that a classmate's life is not in danger", Yamada Ichitsuzo sighed as if no one was around.

Although I was reluctant, I also crouched down and carefully examined Yamada's wounds. After reading it, there was nothing else to comment on other than to express his speechlessness on his heavy fat.

Oh no...... There's something interesting too......

Pink water stains on the ground...... Two holes hewn through the underside of the column...... There is also a ring of obvious wear on the column...... White debris and powder on the ground...... One scenario comes to mind.

Though...... There is no chance of confirmation.

And...... So far, there is still no clue where Kuwata's body is.

"By the way, where did you just go? What's the matter? "I asked Chihiro Fujisaki.

When it came to something, Chihiro Fujisaki suddenly remembered it and shouted to us, "Hurry up and meet at the swimming pool!" Owada ...... Owada-san's can't control it anymore! ”