This week isn't a good week - for anyone, it seems. The death doesn't seem to have gone over particularly well with anyone, whether captive or captor; it's difficult to say, for the time being, what will ultimately come of it - and how well the case will be solved, given that this is yet another hit to your number.
There are so few of you now.
Even so, there are still things to be done and processes to be carried out; the allotted time for investigation comes and goes, leaving only the sound of the courtroom doors sliding open again in their wake. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater illuminate the room as soon as the first person enters, their light bright and steady; the seats on the upper level remain unoccupied where they're surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room. Danny and Ryoji's greyed-out portraits have joined those indicating the absence of the deceased, the podiums they rest upon draped in black as they watch the proceedings through unseeing eyes.
The public-address system crackles back to life once everyone has found their place in the circle; the Transmitter can be heard throughout the room shortly thereafter. She's at least a little more composed, but her words shake.
"Amiable's...gone. Figure out what happened, and- and do what you have to. For his sake.
Good... Good luck."
Nine Patients remain. However many leave here today is up to you.
Okay, um, I found some stuff? And it looks like this stuff will be important, so just...take a look.
[And indeed, Wheatley brought a couple objects to the trial. He shows the caliper]
I have this thing. It's a...I don't know what this is. But look how banged it is, someone must have used it to hit stuff. And I found this unicorn too. [He shows the wooden unicorn] Ryoji must have made it, because he's the first person who mentioned unicorns last time, so it must have been him.
And also, he may have been killed at the workshop, because it was a mess. There must have been a fight in there.
I don't know why now, but when I went to investigate Ryoji's room, I found a mostly eaten sandwich, and some notes. I don't think most of them are relevant to this, but what I did find was something with this Sunday's date on it and, "This Sunday? Need to finish it!" written on it.
Maybe it was referring to the unicorn.
[He has the notes with him, but that's the only thing that struck him as important.]
Did anyone find a lot of blood anywhere? Even a clean-up job would have involved needing to dump it somewhere, there's no possible way the killer had time to be thorough.
Somethin' about this seems a little off, though. If someone ambushed him and had a gun, you'd think they would've hit him. Or we'd at least see bullet holes somewhere.
He was hit in the shoulder and in the heart, but... that might have happened in the chapel. Maybe the gun was backup in case they couldn't kill him in the workshop?
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[And indeed, Wheatley brought a couple objects to the trial. He shows the caliper]
I have this thing. It's a...I don't know what this is. But look how banged it is, someone must have used it to hit stuff. And I found this unicorn too. [He shows the wooden unicorn] Ryoji must have made it, because he's the first person who mentioned unicorns last time, so it must have been him.
And also, he may have been killed at the workshop, because it was a mess. There must have been a fight in there.
That's all I found.
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... a unicorn though. Seems like a gift for her? But why now?
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Maybe it was referring to the unicorn.
[He has the notes with him, but that's the only thing that struck him as important.]
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Did you find blood in there?
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[Wheatley tilts his head]
It's hard not to think of him as a human? Because he looked like one and all. So...would Ryoji bleed?
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That just means nobody was injured in the workshop then.
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[He had been trying not to look too closely.]
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That means he wasn't killed in there. [ Which George already said but w/e. ]
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Somethin' about this seems a little off, though. If someone ambushed him and had a gun, you'd think they would've hit him. Or we'd at least see bullet holes somewhere.
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