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ANOTHER FILES – THE TOWER OF JUDGEMENT
file 02: for whom
1
All Ishii could do was watch as Haruka was put into the police car and taken away.
He had never imagined that he would ever see such a sight.
‘They’re just s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g around!’ shouted Gotou beside Ishii. His voice was filled with frustration.
Ishii understood his anger as well.
Haruka would never kill someone, but Sonoda and Onodera were already calling her the perpetrator.
'Haruka-chan really…’
'Of course not!’ yelled Gotou, interrupting Ishii’s words.
Ishii’s shoulders jolted as he looked at Gotou, whose face was lit up with anger. He was probably so angry because he believed in Haruka.
'But… there’s testimony…’
That was the biggest problem.
Though the details were still unclear, according to Sonoda, a guard had seen Haruka commit the murder.
There was no way to escape that.
'The guard’s gotta be wrong! Must’ve been too dark to see properly!’
That was possible.
If they checked the testimony thoroughly, there might be a hole in it.
However – the more Ishii tried to believe, the greater the suspicion in his heart grew. That was a fact.
The reason Ishii felt that way was Haruka.
Haruka hadn’t responded at all even when Gotou and Ishii arrived. She hadn’t been unconscious or anything, but her eyes had been unfocussed and seemed hollow.
Could it be that Haruka had killed somebody instinctively and was now in shock?
If that was the case – no, of course it wasn’t.
Ishii shook away the thoughts in his head. This was no time to think about that. HE had to confirm the situation first.
'Eh?’
Ishii noticed something odd.
'What?’ asked Gotou.
'Yak.u.mo-shi – where did he go?’
Gotou had explained the situation to Yak.u.mo after he was kept out of the scene of the crime.
Ishii had worried that Yak.u.mo would be shocked or go on a rampage, but unexpectedly, he had only replied curtly, 'Is that so?’
His words had been so weak and emotionless. He hadn’t even seen Haruka off – he had just disappeared.
– How will Yak.u.mo-shi take this case?
Ishii didn’t know.
'It’s him. He’s gotta have some sort of plan.’
Ishii couldn’t simply believe Gotou’s words. Was that really true? Ishii couldn’t shake that question away.
'Anyway, we’ve gotta go too,’ said Gotou.
'Eh? Go? Where to?’
'Obviously to find out what happened!’
Gotou’s fist came crashing down.
'But… I don’t think they’ll give us any information…’
Those were Ishii’s true feelings.
Sonoda and Gotou had a terrible relationship. It would be hard to believe that Sonoda would just give information to Gotou.
'Stop thinking about it. We’re going to get the info no matter what!’
After declaring that, Gotou strode away.
Ishii tried to follow him, but he immediately tripped on something and fell.
'What are you doing!?’
With Gotou urging Ishii to rush, Ishii hurriedly stood up, but he suddenly felt a strange presence as he looked up.
He saw a person in the shadow of the school building looking up at the clock tower. Since they were at a distance, Ishii couldn’t see their face, but it looked like a small-framed student.
– A curious onlooker?
'Ishii, what are you doing!?’
Gotou’s yell made Ishii jump up and hurry over.
2
Yak.u.mo sat with his legs out in the dark room.
His head felt heavy.
It was hard to breathe, perhaps because his breaths were short.
Gotou had told him something shocking.
Haruka was a suspect in a murder case.
To be honest, he couldn’t believe it, but he also couldn’t firmly deny it.
His thoughts wouldn’t let him.
– Did you do it?
Though Yak.u.mo could just meet her and confirm the truth, he had returned to this room, as if running away.
Perhaps he was afraid of finding out.
If Haruka replied, 'Yes,’ he felt like something important within him would break.
– No, it can’t be! She would never kill someone!
Though he denied it loudly in his heart, his thoughts stopped him once more.
– What do you know about her?
There was a voice in the back of his head.
It was correct.
He knew almost frighteningly little about the person called Haruka.
What kind of friends she had, what she liked, what kind of life she had walked – he had never asked her anything.
Though they had solved many cases together, that was all.
No matter how his heart tried to deny it, he had no evidence to declare so.
Gotou, the complete opposite of Yak.u.mo, was furious.
Haruka was under suspicion, but there was no way that she’d’ve done it – that was what he said.
To Yak.u.mo, that was so strange he couldn’t understand.
Why did he believe so much in somebody he didn’t know that much about? Even if they did have a close relationship, people changed depending on the environment and situation.
There was no way to grasp every action that somebody else took, so believing in somebody – that was nothing but ego.
Yak.u.mo ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the low ceiling.
The Movie Research Circle room which always felt small felt incredibly large.
He even felt like he himself had shrunk.
– Why did this happen?
To be honest, when Yak.u.mo took the case from Haruka and Kanae, he hadn’t thought it was that serious.
From Yak.u.mo’s perspective, as somebody who had a red eye that could see the spirits of the dead and always saw ghosts, he didn’t understand people who made such a fuss, saying ghosts were behind things.
He had planned on just fixing things up and brushing it off, so he had told Haruka to bring Nishizawa, the young man who was thought to be possessed.
– Had I been wrong to do that?
If he had gone together with her, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.
– What do I mean by “this”?
Yak.u.mo realised that in his thoughts he had already determined Haruka to be the perpetrator.
– Do I think of Haruka as somebody who would hurt other people?
Yak.u.mo thought about it, but he couldn’t come up with an answer.
He knew nothing about Haruka, so he had no way of answering.
It was like he knew, but he knew nothing. She was only a stranger. He didn’t even know himself that well, so how could he believe in a stranger he knew nothing about?
Yak.u.mo held his head in his hands.
– What should I do now?
Yak.u.mo had lost his grip on the situation.
3
The next morning, Gotou went to the general hospital.
He found the person he was looking for after he went through the entrance.
It was Miyagawa, the chief of the detectives. He was talking to two guards about something – probably last night’s case.
Before Gotou could talk to him, Miyagawa noticed Gotou and waved.
'How is the situation?’ asked Gotou immediately, at which point Miyagawa stuck out his chin as if to say 'Follow me’. He probably didn’t want to talk in front of the guards.
They went out the entrance to the courtyard. Miyagawa sat on the bench.
Gotou sat next to him.
'How’d you know I was here?’ said Miyagawa.
'Heard from some detectives that you were looking at the victim…’
Gotou and Ishii were completely kept out of the loop regarding last night’s case.
No, kept out wasn’t the right expression. It was out of the Unsolved Cases jurisdiction anyway.
Gotou couldn’t leave the situation as it was though, so he had gone around trying to get information.
First, he got some detectives to try to get them to tell him how the investigation was going, but they just kept saying, 'We have nothing to discuss.’
Gotou wasn’t on this case, so he was nothing more than smoke, but it was also probably because he knew the suspect, Haruka.
He somehow managed to find out that Haruka was being held in detention and would be interrogated in the morning.
There, Gotou changed his method and asked where Miyagawa was.
Miyagawa had been paired up with Gotou when Gotou had just joined up, with Miyagawa a veteran detective who acted as his teacher.
He worked the scene hard and tended to get emotional, but he was somebody who you could trust. Most importantly, he was one of the rare people who didn’t ignore Gotou and Ishii in the Unsolved Cases department.
Gotou had gone to Miyagawa, thinking that he might tell him something.
'So you want me to share info…’ murmured Miyagawa, leaning forward.
'Yes.’
'Honestly… You really won’t listen to anyone once you’ve had your say.’
'That’s what you taught me, Miyagawa-san.’
Gotou’s words made Miyagawa smile.
'What do you want to know?’
'Is the autopsy finished?’
That was Gotou’s first question.
Since it was a murder, the female victim would be sent to autopsy. If Miyagawa was at the hospital, that meant that there were autopsy results.
'Cause of death was cerebral contusion. One hit to the head – ’
Miyagawa’s tone was heavy.
'Which meant she had been hit pretty hard,’ said Gotou.
Miyagawa smiled bitterly.
'Well, yeah.’
'Then wouldn’t it be likely that the perp is a strong man?’ objected Gotou, but Miyagawa frowned.
'You know the suspect, right?’
'Yes.’
'Is it true that a friend of that kid?’
The kid Miyagawa was referring to was Yak.u.mo.
Miyagawa was one of the few people on the force who knew Yak.u.mo could see ghosts with his left eye and believed him.
Miyagawa had met with Yak.u.mo before too.
'Yes.’ Gotou nodded.
Yak.u.mo and Haruka were friends – was something he couldn’t just say with their relationship, but it wasn’t something Gotou needed to explain now.
'I understand why you don’t want to believe it, but you’re a detective. Don’t have any preconceptions.’
'I don’t,’ objected Gotou, but Miyagawa didn’t accept that.
'Really?’
'Eh?’
'Think about it. The perpetrator didn’t a.s.sault the victim barehanded. They used an iron pipe.’
'But…’
'Even somebody who doesn’t have a lot of strength can kill.’
Gotou understood what Miyagawa was saying.
But that wasn’t the only reason Gotou was saying Haruka wasn’t the perp.
'Haruka-chan isn’t the sort of girl who would wave around an iron pipe.’
Gotou had met with Haruka countless times through cases.
She was the type of person who would never harm somebody else, no matter what happened. She’d put herself in danger first – that was her strength.
'That’s a preconception.’
'Maybe, but there’s no motive either.’
'Can’t say that.’
'Why not?’
'The victim, Koike Kanae, twenty-one years old, was in the same seminar as Ozawa Haruka, the suspect. There’s the possibility that they had a disagreement about something.’
Suspect – that word left an unpleasant feeling in Gotou’s heart.
He had never thought that Haruka would be called that.
'Even if there was some sort of trouble, she wouldn’t go hitting somebody with a pipe.’
'I’m saying that’s a preconception. People sometimes do things you don’t expect. People who are normally quiet suddenly going on a violent rampage – there’s countless cases of that,’ said Miyagawa hotly.
It was true that Gotou had seen several cases like that too. When going around questioning afterwards, people would always say, 'I can’t believe that person would…’
But still Gotou couldn’t accept it.
'I accept that, but this time is definitely different. There’s got to be some sort of mistake.’
'Why are you going that far to cover for her?’
Gotou hadn’t thought Miyagawa would ask that, so he wasn’t sure how to answer.
'Do I need a reason to believe in her?’ said Gotou, which made Miyagawa sigh.
'Even if you say that, there is evidence. The suspect’s fingerprints were on the iron pipe.’
'She might have just picked up the weapon at some time.’
Gotou was still objecting.
He knew it was a weak excuse, but he still didn’t want to accept it.
'Maybe if there were only the fingerprints, but there’s a witness too.’
'The guard?’
'Yeah. The guard reported the incident and arrested the suspect. He had heard a woman scream on his rounds, and when he went to the scene, he saw the suspect hit the victim with an iron pipe.’
You could call it incriminating.
If he had come later, it would have been a different story, but if he had seen the moment of the attack, there was nothing that could be said. But still –
'He might’ve been mistaken. It was dark, right?’
'Unfortunately, that’s unlikely. The guard had a torch.’
'I still won’t believe,’ Gotou said forcefully, standing up.
'Calm down. You’re too emotional right now. Keep a cool head – ’
Gotou felt Miyagawa’s words were strange.
In the past, Miyagawa wouldn’t try to politely convince his subordinates – he’d just drop his fist on them and scorn them.
Though sometimes Gotou resented that, it was because Miyagawa was that way that he relied on and respected him.
That was the case with investigations too.
If Miyagawa didn’t accept something, no matter what the higher-ups said or how the evidence looked, he would keep going anyway.
And yet –
'I misjudged you.’
'What?’
'I’ve never kept a cool head, now or in the past. I always ran forward, emotions first.’
Gotou puffed out his chest, which made Miyagawa smile in exasperation as he stood up.
'What are you boasting about that for?’
'That’s what you taught me, Miyagawa-san.’
When Gotou said that, Miyagawa frowned.
'That’s different from this situation.’
Miyagawa’s objection was terribly weak.
He must have understood himself what was really important, but now that he was in management, he couldn’t act as freely as he had done before.
Gotou couldn’t blame Miyagawa.
People had their own positions, and there were roles to go with that. In that sense, Gotou wasn’t bound in anyway, which was why –
'No matter what anybody tells me, I’m going to do things my way until I’m satisfied.’
'What are you going to do?’ asked Miyagawa.
Miyagawa had to know even without Gotou’s answer.
'I’m going to believe in Haruka-chan and do all I can. That’s all – ’
Saying just that, Gotou put the hospital behind him.
4
Ishii sat on the bench in the corridor and stared at the interrogation room door –
On the other side of that door, there was an investigation going on right now. When Ishii thought about that, an indescribable pain ran through his chest.
Last night, Haruka had been taken into custody as a suspect in a murder case, and Ishii had been fervently trying to gather information with Gotou.
Though he had barely slept at all, he didn’t feel sleepy or tired.
Perhaps he was running on adrenaline.
He had to clear Haruka’s name no matter what. He wanted as much information as possible now to do that.
After a while, the interrogation room door opened –
Ishii stood up immediately.
Sonoda and Onodera came out. It was probably their break.
'E-excuse me…’
Ishii called out to the two of them, who had started to walk down the corridor.
Sonoda and Onodera turned around at the same time.
The moment Sonoda saw Ishii, he made a very obvious click with his tongue.
'You’re Gotou’s partner, right?’ said Gotou, his detest clear.
'I’m Ishii of the Unsolved Cases Special Investigation department.’
'What do you want?’
Sonoda glared at Ishii.
I want you to tell me about the interrogation – it would be easy if Ishii could just say that, but he ended up biting his tongue.
'Unlike you, we’re busy. If you need something, say it already,’ Sonoda said.
He didn’t speak so provocatively when Gotou was here. He was probably looking down on Ishii now that he was alone.
'Er, um… I…’
Ishii tried to speak, but his mouth wasn’t working in his anxiety.
He hated how he couldn’t act strong at times like this. He was such a weak and cowardly good-for-nothing.
'I can’t hear what you’re saying.’
Sonoda smiled mockingly.
'Er, um…’
'What? Looks like Gotou can’t even teach his subordinates properly.’
– I don’t care what you say about me, but I can’t forgive anybody who makes fun of Gotou!
Anger welled up within Ishii, but he couldn’t put it into words properly.
He had come to get information, but it was impossible in this situation. Just as he was about to give up and leave, Sonoda called out to him.
'Come to think of it, you guys know the suspect, right?’
Sonoda had a thin smile on his face.
Ishii felt unsettled just from looking at it, but of course he didn’t have the guts to say that.
'Y-yes.’
After Ishii nodded, Sonoda snorted loudly.
'She went and hit her friend with an iron pipe. What a crazy woman – ’
'You’re wrong!’
Even Ishii had to shout at this. His voice was so loud he even surprised himself.
'What am I wrong about?’
Sonoda seemed shocked, but he got over it immediately and retorted.
Haruka wasn’t that sort of woman.
When Ishii first saw Haruka, he had thought that an angel had come to earth.
That was what a pure, sweet and lovely woman she was. Since then, Ishii had met with Haruka through numerous cases, but that first impression hadn’t changed. Rather, it had grown stronger.
Haruka would never hurt anybody.
'Haruka-chan would never do that!’ insisted Ishii, but Sonoda just laughed.
'What a simple guy you are.’
'I’m just saying the truth…’
'Too bad for you, but the suspect confessed.’
'Eh?’
For a moment, Ishii didn’t understand Sonoda’s words.
'I’m saying that the suspect confessed to the crime.’
– Haruka confessed to the crime?
Why? That was the question that kept coming to Ishii.
'That makes no sense. There must be some mistake, right?’ Ishii asked Onodera, clinging to a last hope.
'Just earlier, she confessed that everything was her fault,’ Onodera said flatly, looking bitter.
'But that’s…’
Ishii felt dizzy and backed away, slumping onto the floor.
'How pathetic.’
Sonoda looked down at Ishii with scorn.
Though Ishii felt angry and frustrated, weakness came over him. He couldn’t even stand up.
'I…’
'We got the suspect’s confession, so that’s the end of the investigation. Don’t go messing around with things – ’
Sonoda said just that and walked away with Onodera.
Ishii vacantly watched them leave.
– It’s a lie! It’s a lie! This has to be a lie!
Ishii held his head in his hands and screamed in his heart, but doing that didn’t change the truth.
'What am I…’
– What am I supposed to do now?
He had been running around since last night with Gotou because he’d believed in Haruka’s innocence, but if she had confessed, nothing they did would change anything.
Ishii wasn’t sure how long he had just sat there in a stupor. Somebody was calling his mobile.
Gotou7s name was on the display. Ishii answered the phone in desperation.
'h.e.l.lo, Ishii Yuutarou speaking – ’
He heard Gotou’s displeased voice from the phone.
’S-sorry.’
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Gotou quickly told Ishii what he had heard from Miyagawa.
However, barely any of it reached Ishii. It didn’t matter how much information they had now. It was useless.
Gotou asked that after he had finished his explanation.
He had to tell Gotou what he had heard from Sonoda – Ishii knew that, but the words wouldn’t come out.
'Er… um…’
'Sorry.’
Ishii took a deep breath to calm himself down before speaking. 'It seems H-Haruka-chan confessed to the crime – ’
Gotou’s voice came back like a beast’s growl. 'I said, Haruka-chan confessed to the…’
Gotou’s yell rang in Ishii’s ears. Gotou’s voice, filled with fiery rage, made Ishii shudder. 'B-but…’ 'Shut up with your “but"s! Why did things end up that way?> 'I-I don’t know, but I just heard it now.’ His voice was shaking.
'Even if you say that…’
'But…’
'Even if you tell me to "find out”, how am I…’
Gotou hung up. For a while, Ishii just sat there in shock, head in his hands. He felt like he might cry. Though part of it was fear from Gotou’s terrible rebuking, there was also frustrating, misery, sadness – a mixture of emotions. His heart was over capacity, and felt like it was just under breaking point – 5 'Ishii-san – ’ Makoto spotted Ishii from behind and called out to him. He was walking down the precinct corridor with shoulders slumped. She had actually just come to meet Ishii and Gotou in the Unsolved Cases Special Investigations room. 'Ah, Makoto-san…’ Ishii slowly turned around and replied in a hoa.r.s.e voice. His face was as lifeless as a corpse’s. ‘Are you all right?’ asked Makoto, but Ishii just let out a weak 'Ah…’ and smiled awkwardly. 'What are you here for today?’ asked Ishii, c.o.c.king his head in confusion. It was like his heart was elsewhere. He had to be very troubled. 'About Haruka-chan – I hear she was arrested as the perpetrator in a murder case.’ When Makoto said that, Ishii let out another weak 'Ah…’ It wasn’t something to discuss in the corridor, so Makoto suggested, 'Shall we move elsewhere?’ Makoto led them to the Unsolved Cases Special Investigations room. Ishii walked like he was drunk and then slumped into a chair. He was in a worse condition that Makoto had imagined. 'Has Haruka-chan really been arrested?’ asked Makoto. Ishii looked pained. 'She hasn’t been officially arrested yet, but I think it’s just a matter of time.’ 'I can’t believe it. Isn’t it some kind of mistake?’ 'I want to think that too, but there’s a witness – ’ 'Couldn’t it be some sort of mistake there?’ The incident had happened at night. An eyewitness might have mistaken something in the dark. 'That isn’t all.’ Ishii’s voice went slightly higher. 'Meaning?’ 'Earlier, Haruka-chan confessed to the crime – ’ Ishii’s words were so unexpected that Makoto needed some time to understand. 'But – that makes no…’ 'I can’t believe it, but that’s the information I received.’ Ishii’s shoulders slumped. His hands were gripped into tight fists and were shaking. He probably couldn’t keep the emotions raging within him in order. 'And you accepted that, Ishii-san?’ 'I can’t accept it…’ The moment Ishii said that, he dropped his head to the desk. It felt like he was berating his own powerlessness. Makoto understood that feeling so well it hurt, but wallowing here would solve nothing. 'Then let’s investigate.’ Makoto walked up to Ishii. 'Investigate what? She’s confessed. I can’t believe it, but it’s a fact,’ replied Ishii in a thick voice, his head still on the table. The incident was so unexpected that he couldn’t deal with it and was holing up within himself. When Makoto looked at Ishii, pathetic – was not the word that came to mind. Ishii was too sensitive and kind to be a detective. At the same time, Makoto knew that Ishii would not crumble here. Ishii had the strength to keep standing up. So – 'It doesn’t matter whether she confessed or not,’ said Makoto, placing a hand on Ishii’s shoulder. Ishii’s body jolted in surprise and he lifted his head. 'Doesn’t matter?’ 'It doesn’t. Ishii-san, you believe that Haruka-chan wouldn’t ever hurt anybody, right?’ 'Of course I do…’ 'Then I think you should continue to believe her. Or are your feelings towards Haruka-chan so weak that they can be shaken by somebody else’s words?’ Even as Makoto said that, she felt a p.r.i.c.kling pain in her chest. She had noticed a while back that Ishii had feelings for Haruka. At the same time, Makoto also felt – This wasn’t the time to think about that. Makoto shook away those thoughts and smiled at Ishii. 'I…’ 'It’s OK. Ishii-san, you aren’t alone. There’s Gotou-san, and I’ll help as well, though there isn’t much I can do.’ Perhaps Makoto’s words reached Ishii, as the light in his eyes behind his gla.s.ses seemed to have returned. 'But we’ve been left out of the investigation.’ 'Eh? Ishii-san, you worry about that sort of thing?’ Makoto spoke with exaggerated surprise, which made Ishii’s brows furrow in confusion. 'What do you mean?’ 'Haven’t you ignored that sort of thing up until now?’ The Unsolved Cases Special Investigations Department only had Gotou and Ishii, but they had solved many cases up until now, and they had done it without caring at all about the other investigation units. 'That’s right, you’re completely right – ’ Finally, a smile appeared on Ishii’s face. Makoto sighed in relief. Even though it put her in an unfavourable position, she didn’t care if she could help Ishii. 'But what on earth should we do?’ That was the problem. Even if they said things like the other investigations didn’t matter, if they stepped over too many lines, they might run into unexpected obstacles. Makoto wasn’t sure where they should start. 'Wasn’t there anything that bothered you about this case?’ asked Makoto. For a while, Ishii let his gaze wander as he thought, but then he said, 'Ah!’ 'What is it?’ 'No, I just thought that I wouldn’t be able to think of anything on my own, but if it’s him…’ Ishii’s eyes seemed to glitter behind his gla.s.ses – 6 Gotou was headed for the prefabricated building behind Building B at the university. He was here to tell Yak.u.mo that Haruka had confessed. 'Yak.u.mo! You here?’ yelled Gotou as he swung open the door to the Movie Research Circle. Yak.u.mo was sitting in his usual chair. He looked sleepy as usual with his messy hair as he read a thick book. Even though he had to have noticed that Gotou had come in, he didn’t even look up, let alone respond. Though he was acting the same as usual, that was strange in this situation. 'Yak.u.mo. You…’ 'Please leave if you don’t have anything to say. I’m busy,’ interrupted Yak.u.mo. Though they always had this conversation, it felt incredibly unnatural. 'I do have something to say. It’s about Haruka-chan,’ said Gotou, feeling irritated. Yak.u.mo lifted his head slightly. 'Ah, that…’ His uninterested expression made Gotou lean forward without thinking. Up until now, even when Yak.u.mo’s eyes were sleepy, they had always had a sharp glint to them, but Gotou couldn’t see that in Yak.u.mo today. – Is this really Yak.u.mo? It was strange enough that Gotou wanted to ask. 'Don’t just say “Ah, that”! We have to hurry and do something for Haruka-chan.’ 'Why?’ Yak.u.mo c.o.c.ked his head like he was confused. 'What are you saying?’ 'That’s what I want to ask you, Gotou-san.’ 'What?’ 'She’s a suspect in a murder case. The police determined that, so it isn’t my place to say anything. I’ll leave the investigation to the police,’ Yak.u.mo said flatly. He clapped the book shut. 'You… Are you serious?’ asked Gotou, his voice shaking. Maybe Gotou was afraid of hearing Yak.u.mo’s answer. Depending on what Yak.u.mo said, Gotou’s emotions could explode at once. 'Of course I’m serious,’ Yak.u.mo said casually. 'What’s wrong with you?’ 'Nothing. I’m the same as usual.’ 'No. This isn’t like you.’ 'Gotou-san, what do you know about me?’ Yak.u.mo narrowed his eyes at Gotou. They were cold, emotionless eyes. 'I know tons. How many cases do you think we’ve solved together? 'That doesn’t count as knowing a person.’ Yak.u.mo let out a yawn, as if bored. 'Don’t say that. Apparently Haruka-chan confessed earlier. If we don’t hurry and do something – ’ 'If she confessed, she’s the perpetrator, isn’t she? There’s nothing for me to do now,’ Yak.u.mo said flatly. He opened the book again. – What’s with his att.i.tude? 'Do you think Haruka-chan’s the culprit?’ 'She confessed, so wouldn’t she be?’ Yak.u.mo replied quietly, eyes on his book. 'Of course she isn’t!’ Gotou lost the fight against his anger. He grabbed Yak.u.mo’s book and threw it at the wall. The book made a loud thump and fell. Still, Yak.u.mo didn’t move from his chair. 'People are foolish – ’ said Yak.u.mo with a slight sigh. 'What?’ 'Even though they don’t know someone, they get trapped by their own illusions, thinking that the other person is a certain way, no doubt about it.’ 'What are you trying to say?’ 'That you are doing exactly that right now, Gotou-san.’ 'Me?’ 'Yes. Why are you making such a fuss about how she would never commit a crime?’ 'Obviously because I believe in her,’ declared Gotou, which made Yak.u.mo laugh. 'That isn’t belief. You’ve just gone and created a version of her that you like inside of you. What you really believe isn’t her but the image you have of her.’ – What the h.e.l.l is he saying? Disappointment was growing rapidly within Gotou. – Since when did Yak.u.mo start being like this? No, Yak.u.mo would just say that that was Gotou’s image of him too. When that thought came to Gotou’s mind, he shook his head. 'No!’ He had already yelled before he’d noticed. 'What are you objecting to?’ 'It’s not just an image inside me. I believe in Haruka-chan.’ 'Idiotic…’ Yak.u.mo snorted aloud. The anger that had been welling up inside Gotou exploded. 'You b.a.s.t.a.r.d… Get a grip already! You should know best that Haruka-chan would never do something like that!’ shouted Gotou, grabbing Yak.u.mo’s lapels over the table. Even though Gotou was glaring at Yak.u.mo with all his anger, Yak.u.mo just looked at him coldly. 'Please don’t be so loud…’ 'You’re the one who made me!’ 'Why do you believe in her so much?’ Yak.u.mo asked coldly. 'Why?’ 'I don’t know anything about her…’ Yak.u.mo’s sentence felt somewhat sad. 'Of course you do!’ 'I don’t. I don’t know what seminar she’s in. What friends she has. What she wants to do in the future – and that’s not all. Her likes. Her dislikes. How she was raised. I don’t know anything about her.’ After saying all that, Yak.u.mo’s eyes were unsettled. Sad eyes that seemed to swallow all of Gotou’s anger. 'You…’ 'Isn’t it the same for you, Gotou-san? How much do you know about her?’ 'I…’ – I know nothing. He had been on several cases with Haruka, and through them, at some point, he had thought that he had grown to know her. Just as Yak.u.mo said though, he knew frighteningly little about Haruka’s personal life. Even though they had talked so much, why hadn’t he ever asked – it was almost strange. That was probably because they had always had a case on. Yak.u.mo had probably reached the same conclusion with this case and lost his understanding of the person called Haruka. 'You understand now, don’t you? We don’t know her well enough to declare that she isn’t the culprit – ’ As if that was conclusive, Yak.u.mo shook off Gotou’s hand. Gotou staggered backwards and stared at Yak.u.mo in shock. It was faint, but Yak.u.mo’s eyes were wet. Maybe Yak.u.mo regretted it. Regretted that he hadn’t got to know Haruka better – Gotou felt the same way. They had always had a case on, so he’d never really talked about normal things with Haruka. He knew nothing about Haruka, and that had ended up being normal. He felt incredibly pathetic now. This was probably how Yak.u.mo felt too. It was quiet, as if everything had been drowned by water – Just as Yak.u.mo said, maybe they didn’t know anything about Haruka. But did that mean Gotou couldn’t believe in her? 'No!’ shouted Gotou. Yak.u.mo had a red left eye which could see the ghosts of the dead. Because of that, he had experienced heartbreaking pain countless times and carried more sadness than other people could even imagine. He had hated himself and grown afraid of rejection from others, so he had shut himself in his own sh.e.l.l. The person who had opened Yak.u.mo’s heart was none other than Haruka. She had called the red eye that Yak.u.mo had hated so much beautiful. How much that one word had saved Yak.u.mo – Yak.u.mo himself had to know better than Gotou. 'What do you mean, no!?’ Yak.u.mo’s voice was loud as well. 'Maybe we don’t know anything about Haruka-chan!’ 'That’s what I said!’ 'But! Those are just facts that you can write down!’ 'Facts that you can write down are what make up a person!’ 'Don’t be an idiot! Like you can know what makes a person from stupid stuff like that!’ Gotou grabbed Yak.u.mo’s lapels again. Yak.u.mo glared at him fiercely, but Gotou wasn’t afraid at all. 'OK, listen up! You and me, we don’t know anything about Haruka! But we know her heart better than anyone else!’ Gotou had only met Haruka through cases, but – because of that, there was something he knew. What Haruka would think and do in situations when her life was in danger – Gotou had seen that up close. That was the person Haruka was. Gotou and Yak.u.mo had both seen Haruka’s pure heart, which held no lies. 'You’re just lining up nice words…’ Yak.u.mo’s words fired up Gotou’s anger again. Before he’d notice it, he had shoved Yak.u.mo. Yak.u.mo’s back hit the wall, and he sat down right there. 'Lining up nice words!? Open your eyes already! Haruka-chan believes in you right now! But what are you doing!?’ Gotou went up to Yak.u.mo and yelled with all his strength. Yak.u.mo glared up at him, still sitting.
It wasn’t the same cold gaze as earlier. His eyes were fiery and sharp. 'Talking like you know everything…’ 'You fool! Do you still not get it!?’ Gotou lost himself to his anger and raised his fist to punch Yak.u.mo – 7 Ishii was brought to his senses by the sudden yell he heard. He and Makoto had just reached Meisei University’s Movie Research Circle room. That had probably been Gotou’s voice. Ishii and Makoto exchanged a glance and then opened the door to run in. Ishii was stunned by what he saw. Gotou had his fist raised to punch Yak.u.mo, he was slumped against the wall. 'Detective Gotou! Please calm down!’ Ishii clung to Gotou and frantically tried to stop him. 'Shut up! Let me go! I need to punch him!’ 'You can’t!’ 'I said, let go!’ Ishii tried to stop Gotou, but he had no way to beat Gotou in strength. Ishii was thrust away and rolled across the floor. His head slammed into the wall, and stars blinked in front of him. 'Ishii-san, are you all right?’ Makoto rushed towards him. Though it hurt, Ishii couldn’t just sit here. He got up immediately to step between Gotou and Yak.u.mo. 'Move!’ Gotou glared at Ishii. It was a gaze so frightening it made him shudder, but he couldn’t back down. Gotou’s eyes were clearly different from usual. He could have actually killed Yak.u.mo with those eyes. 'I-I can’t do that. What on earth happened anyway?’ asked Ishii, even though his voice was shaking. 'I’m going to fix this guy!’ Gotou tried to punch Yak.u.mo again. Ishii frantically pushed Gotou back, but Gotou didn’t move at all. This would just be a repeat of earlier at this rate. Just as he thought that, Makoto stepped between Gotou and Yak.u.mo as well. 'Gotou-san, please calm down first.’ Even Gotou couldn’t just push Makoto away, so he finally backed down, though not without a click of his tongue. Ishii sighed in relief. He had really been nervous there for a moment. 'What happened?’ Makoto asked Gotou. 'This idiot…’ Gotou started to speak, but Yak.u.mo stood up, interrupting him. 'Nothing happened,’ said Yak.u.mo, with his usual expressionless face and flat tone. He was so calm that it was like the earlier commotion had never happened. 'Of course something happened,’ said Makoto, sounding half-exasperated. Yak.u.mo ran a hand through his messy hair and then righted the chair to sit in it. 'While I was thinking about how to solve this case, that bear suddenly a.s.saulted me,’ said Yak.u.mo, pointing at Gotou. 'That wasn’t what you said earlier!’ shouted Gotou, but Ishii hurriedly stepped in between them. If this continued, Ishii would need doubles of himself to fix this. 'Gotou-san, I understand how you feel, but let’s calm down and talk first,’ urged Makoto. Gotou looked displeased, but he sat down. Really, thank goodness for Makoto. If Ishii had been alone, he didn’t know what would have happened. 'So what really happened?’ asked Makoto with a sigh. 'I said, nothing happened – ’ Yak.u.mo was nonchalant, like nothing really had happened. Gotou tried to interrupt, but just as he had half-got up to say something, Yak.u.mo stopped him. 'I know, I know. Please be quiet,’ Yak.u.mo said curtly. For a while, Gotou just glared at Yak.u.mo, but then he smiled and sat down. 'Yeah, it was nothing really. Just the usual lovers’ quarrel.’ 'Please don’t say something so disgusting,’ reb.u.t.ted Yak.u.mo immediately. 'What?’ 'A lovers’ quarrel refers to a quibbling fight that occurs due to some romantic entanglement. I would be very troubled if anybody mistakenly thought that I had anything like that with you, Gotou-san.’ 'I would be too!’ 'You’re the one who said it, Gotou-san.’ 'Just shut up!’ shouted Gotou. He crossed his arms and looked away. Ishii didn’t know what had happened between the two, but it looked like they were finally back to normal. Ishii and Makoto looked at each other and sighed in relief. 'Ishii-san, Makoto-san, I apologise for asking this so soon after your arrival, but could you tell me all that you know?’ Yak.u.mo tapped his brow with his finger. His eyes had a glint in them. Though Ishii was frightened by that glint, he spoke. That said, all Ishii knew was that Haruka had confessed, so Gotou started speaking halfway through. Gotou shared the information he had got from Miyagawa, like how Haruka’s fingerprints had been on the weapon and that the eyewitness, the guard, had seen her hit the victim with a metal pipe. The victim was a woman named Koike Kanae, who was a student in the same seminar as Haruka. The cause of death was a cerebral contusion with no other injuries that stood out. 'How about you, Makoto-san?’ After Gotou finished, Yak.u.mo turned to Makoto. 'Me…?’ 'Yes, regarding that author.’ – What on earth does he mean by author? Ishii was confused, but he didn’t say anything. It was Yak.u.mo. He would never talk about something if it wasn’t related. 'So it’s related somehow?’ asked Makoto, looking troubled. Yak.u.mo nodded. 'Wait. What are you talking about?’ interrupted Gotou, unable to stop himself. Yak.u.mo looked incredibly annoyed as he ran a hand through his hair and said, 'Makoto-san is investigating an author who says he was made to write a novel by the ghost in the clock tower.’ 'W-what!?’ shouted Gotou, standing up from his chair. Ishii didn’t express his feelings aloud, but he felt the same surprise. 'The trouble she brought me had something to do with the clock tower – ’ Yak.u.mo had said that last night. That was why he and Ishii had been investigating if anybody had died on campus. 'Furthermore, the victim of this case is the person who asked for her advice about the spiritual phenomenon – ’ 'What!?’ Gotou reacted strongly to the words Yak.u.mo had spoken so casually. 'Please don’t speak so loudly.’ Yak.u.mo frowned, looking fed up. 'Anybody would want to after hearing that news. Why didn’t you say that earlier?’ 'You didn’t ask.’ 'You…’ Gotou lifted a fist, but Ishii hurriedly pacified him. As a result, Ishii received a fist to the head. 'This case is centred on the clock tower. The key to solving this case must be there – ’ Yak.u.mo put his finger on his brow and narrowed his eyes. Though I was a frightening expression, Ishii saw hope there. 'Right! Let’s prove Haruka-chan’s innocence!’ shouted Gotou, raising his fist. Yak.u.mo sighed in mock disappointment. 'Please don’t say such stupid things. It’s possible that she did it,’ Yak.u.mo said coldly. 'Are you going to start saying that again!?’ said Gotou angrily. Ishii felt the same way. – Didn’t Yak.u.mo believe in Haruka? They were together so often.. He had to know that Haruka wouldn’t hurt anybody. 'Please cool off your head. You won’t be able to see the truth if you look at the case with preconceptions.’ 'I know that, but…’ Yak.u.mo raised a hand to stop Gotou’s objections. 'No, you don’t know anything. Sometimes people behave in ways you don’t expect.’ 'Impossible.’ 'How can you say that for sure? There’s been a case like that before, right? A sad incident in which somebody killed somebody without wanting to…’ After Yak.u.mo said that, everyone present said, 'Ah!’ 'The tree of deceit – ’ said Ishii. Yak.u.mo nodded. A sad incident in which the players’ emotions had entangled in a terrible way – Somebody had been possessed by a ghost and killed somebody despite their own intentions. 'Are you saying that that’s what happened this time?’ asked Gotou in a hoa.r.s.e voice. 'I’m just saying that it’s a possibility – ’ After saying that, Yak.u.mo’s gaze fell to his feet. 'But if that’s the case…’ said Makoto, but Yak.u.mo interrupted her. 'Let us think about that later. First, we find the truth behind the case – ’ Ishii agreed to Yak.u.mo’s suggestion. But if Haruka had really committed the crime while being possessed, there would be no way to save her – That thought seemed to be pulling Ishii’s heart into a deep darkness. 8 Haruka was in a small room with no windows. There was a steel desk in the middle of the room, and Haruka sat on a folding chair in front of it. Two men sat opposite her. They were detectives. One was Sonoda. The other was Onodera. – Why am I here? Haruka didn’t understand. At some point, she had found herself sitting here. She couldn’t believe it, but her hands were cuffed. The cold metal felt terribly heavy. 'So what was your motive?’ asked Sonoda brusquely, his legs stuck out in front of him. 'Eh?’ said Haruka, not understanding. 'I said motive. Why did you kill your friend?’ The continuous stream of unexpected questions put Haruka at a loss for words. Killed a friend? Haruka had no idea what he was talking about. She had never even been violent towards anyone, and yet – 'Tell us the reason!’ said Sonoda, sounding impatience. He hit the table with his fist. Even if he acted intimidating, Haruka couldn’t reply to something she didn’t know. 'There must be some mistake,’ said Haruka desperately. 'What?’ Sonoda looked at her suspiciously. 'I don’t understand what you’re talking about at all.’ 'Of course you understand! Don’t think I’ll play nice just because you’re a woman if you keep saying whatever you want!’ threatened Sonoda. 'Now, now…’ said Onodera sitting next to him. Sonoda made a click with his tongue, seeming incredibly displeased, but he didn’t say anything else. 'You must be a bit confused,’ Onodera said gently. 'Um… What’s happened? This is an interrogation room, right? Why am I here?’ After Haruka let out a list of questions, the detectives looked at each other, seeming troubled. Even if they looked like that, Haruka didn’t think she’d asked anything strange. 'Please tell me,’ Haruka pleaded, leaning forward. 'You hit your friend Koike Kanae-san with a metal pipe. You remember that, right?’ 'I did that to Kanae?’ 'Yes.’ Onodera nodded. Haruka wanted to ask why they believed that, but more importantly, she wanted to know about Kanae. 'What about Kanae? How’s Kanae doing?’ 'She pa.s.sed away…’ 'No…’ Haruka started shaking. She had met Kanae after they were in the same seminar, but at first, they hadn’t talked about anything in particular. Kanae wasn’t the type to talk on her own to people around her, and Haruka was the same way. They had become friends about three months in – Though Haruka usually walked home, it had been raining that day, so she had gone to the bus stop at the front gate. At that time, Kanae had been sitting on the bench under the shelter while reading a book. – She’s in the same seminar as me. That was all Haruka had felt, but she had seen the book she was reading before. 'The Count of Monte Cristo – ’ When Haruka said the name aloud, Kanae looked up. 'I’m surprised you know,’ said Kanae, smiling despite looking puzzled. 'Eh? Ah, actually I’ve never read it…’ Haruka said hurriedly. Then, she explained how she had had to look for a paperback copy of the book with Yak.u.mo because of a certain spiritual phenomena-related event. Kanae had seriously listened to a story that hadn’t been that interesting at all. Ever since then, they began to talk about various things whenever they meant. Haruka really liked Kanae’s soft and gentle mood. She was one of the few people that Haruka could be herself around without worrying. And yet – 'You did it, correct?’ Onodera’s voice interrupted Haruka’s thoughts. 'Me?’ 'Yes. You’re the one who killed Koike Kanae-san, right?’ 'That’s… I would never do that…’ 'But you said you did earlier.’ 'What did I say?’ 'That it was all your fault.’ Haruka felt her consciousness slipping away from her upon hearing Onodera’s unexpected words. She couldn’t remember saying anything like that. She didn’t even remember doing anything. She had actually just found out that Kanae had died now. – What’s happening? Haruka frantically went through her memories. When did she last meet with Kanae? Right. She had listened to her worries and gone to the clock tower with Yak.u.mo. Then, she had met Kanae once more at the cafeteria. She had met with Nishizawa, who had experienced the spiritual phenomenon with Kanae. After that, they had eaten sandwiches and parted ways – Then, she had had to hand something in and went to her circle, and she’d thought she would go to Yak.u.mo’s room afterwards to report on what had happened. She had spotted Kanae in front of the clock tower on the way to Yak.u.mo’s room. After that – it was no good. She couldn’t remember. The more she tried to think, the more it felt like her mind was being split apart. No. Her consciousness was definitely being swallowed up by the darkness now – – Yak.u.mo-kun! Help me! Haruka screamed desperately in her heart, but her scream didn’t reach anyone – 9 Gotou looked up once more at the tall clock tower. He had come to Meisei University countless times. The clock tower had always stood there as a symbol, but he had never cared much about it until this case. But maybe that was just how people’s impressions were. They only noticed something after something happened. That was probably exactly how Yak.u.mo felt now. He looked beside him and saw Yak.u.mo looked up at the clock tower. 'Are you OK?’ asked Gotou. Yak.u.mo narrowed his eyes slightly. 'What do you mean?’ he said, playing dumb. 'What? I’m worried about you.’ Yak.u.mo had been obviously off when they had been talking earlier. Though it had looked like things had calmed down when Ishii and Makoto came, that didn’t mean Gotou’s anxiety had left him. He didn’t know if Yak.u.mo had really dealt with his feelings to look at the case clearly. 'I haven’t fallen so far that I need a single-celled bear’s concern.’ Though Yak.u.mo was saying that aloud, he had to be exhausted inside. 'Don’t put up a strong front.’ 'I’m not. From my perspective, I’m more concerned about you, Gotou-san.’ 'What?’ 'Since when have you been so violent?’ 'You’re the one who made me!’ 'Putting the blame on others? How childish.’ Yak.u.mo shrugged for effect. Gotou thought about hitting him, but he decided against it. He didn’t want to think about what Yak.u.mo would say if he did. 'More importantly, let’s go.’ After declaring that, Yak.u.mo started walking straight towards the clock tower. The tower still had No Trespa.s.sing yellow tape all around it, but there were no guards. Yak.u.mo and Gotou went under the tape to the clock tower. The events of last night suddenly flashed back in Gotou’s mind. Yak.u.mo had fought with a guard in front of the tape. It was incredibly rare for Yak.u.mo to lose his cool like that. Perhaps he had sensed something. If Gotou had known this was going to happen, maybe he should’ve dragged Yak.u.mo along even if he had to force the guard away. 'Was the gate locked at the time of the incident?’ Yak.u.mo’s question interrupted Gotou’s thoughts. He looked forward and saw Yak.u.mo standing in front of the gate. 'Probably.’ 'Please don’t be so vague,’ Yak.u.mo said curtly. 'Is it important?’ 'In order to determine whether it is important or not, we need accurate information.’ When Yak.u.mo was like this, he seemed more like a detective than Gotou. 'Got it,’ Gotou said with a nod. Yak.u.mo briskly walked towards the back. Gotou followed him immediately. When they got to the back, Gotou saw a metal door. It was rusty and looked very old. Yak.u.mo slowly opened the door. Even though it was daytime, it was dark inside – Yak.u.mo took a pen light out from his pocket and illuminated the interior. It wasn’t a very big door Gotou couldn’t see much past Yak.u.mo. Yak.u.mo seemed to be thinking for a while, but then he went inside. Gotou followed him. Yak.u.mo silently began to climb the stars up the clock tower. The interior of the clock tower, about fifteen metres tall, had a staircase inside that went along the walls. By the time they reached the top room, Gotou was out of breath. 'Are you already worn out?’ asked Yak.u.mo, voice full of malice. 'Shut up. This is nothing,’ spat out Gotou, wiping the sweat on his forehead. The top room was much smaller than Gotou had expected. Desks and chairs. Some old machine things. That was all. Yak.u.mo slowly looked around. His eyes stopped beside the stairs. There were significant bloodstains there. You could tell a lot of blood had been spilled. Yak.u.mo crouched there to look at it carefully. 'Find out anything?’ 'Nothing…’ Yak.u.mo replied curtly. Then, he walked up to the mirror and looked at that carefully. This looked fairly old and was covered in dust. Yak.u.mo stared in the mirror for a while, but then he went to the window on the wall, perhaps having lost interest. The gla.s.s was as dirty as the mirror so you couldn’t see outside clearly. Yak.u.mo unlocked it and pushed open the cas.e.m.e.nt window. Cold air from outside rushed in, mixing with the mouldy air within. 'This is probably the window – ’ murmured Yak.u.mo. 'What?’ 'I had you investigate this, right, Gotou-san? The woman who committed suicide by jumping from the clock tower – ’ Right. Haruka’s case had been so shocking that Gotou had forgotten, but Gotou had gone to see Yak.u.mo to talk about that. But – 'How do you know it’s that window?’ 'It was written in the doc.u.ments. Please read them properly.’ Though it was Gotou’s fault for missing it, he didn’t like Yak.u.mo’s tone. He thought about complaining but decided against it. He had no way of beating Yak.u.mo in an argument. 'Could I ask one thing? After looking out the window for a while, Yak.u.mo asked him that. 'What?’ 'How can you believe in someone without proof, Gotou-san?’ Gotou couldn’t reply to Yak.u.mo’s question immediately. Part of it was that he didn’t understand why Yak.u.mo cared, but mostly it was that he didn’t know how to answer. 'I don’t know.’ 'That’s not an answer,’ interjected Yak.u.mo immediately. That was true, but – 'I don’t know why I believe people either. Do you need proof to believe in people? Believing or not believing – it’s a matter of feeling.’ That was Gotou’s straight response.
He had never thought about a reason to believe in somebody. Rather than thinking about it, he decided with his heart. 'It must be nice to be so simple…’ said Yak.u.mo, and then he turned around to face Gotou, sitting on the windowsill with a smile. It was a sad smile, as if a hole had been left in his heart. 'Do you still not believe?’ 'In what?’ 'In Haruka-chan – ’ The moment Gotou said that name, Yak.u.mo stopped smiling and looked down slightly. His shadowed face looked troubled. Just as Gotou thought, Yak.u.mo probably hadn’t dealt with his feelings yet. 'To be honest, I don’t know. I know too little about her – ’ Yak.u.mo’s voice was unusually weak. Though earlier, Gotou had gone on a rampage because of his own emotions, he could accept Yak.u.mo’s pains now. Yak.u.mo had to be feeling terrible regret about this case. – Why hadn’t he talked to Haruka more? He had thought that Haruka would always be there and had never tried to get to know her. He was blaming himself for that now. 'You know more than enough about her.’ 'No, I know nothing… That’s why I don’t know…’ Yak.u.mo bit his lower lip. 'Then you can get to know her better from now on.’ 'It’s too late…’ Yak.u.mo’s face twisted like he had eaten something bitter. The incident has already happened – is probably what he wanted to say. 'It’s not too late. And getting to know someone is different from believing in someone.’ 'It’s the same. If you know more about somebody, you can use that to understand their thought pattern.’ Gotou couldn’t help but laugh at Yak.u.mo’s words. 'What’s so funny?’ asked Yak.u.mo, looking a bit sulky. 'Thought pattern? Don’t talk about people like data. You can’t use that to understand people’s feelings, right? You said yourself that people sometimes do things you don’t expect – ’ 'What are you trying to say?’ Yak.u.mo stood up from the sill. 'I’m saying that you’re thinking too much. Doesn’t matter what people are doing where – their core doesn’t change.’ 'What a stupid answer.’ Yak.u.mo gave him a mocking glance. Strangely, that att.i.tude didn’t annoy Gotou now. He even thought it cute. 'Yeah, but that’s why I&r
