Chapter 1 || cuphead blease download || Masaharu [@ Everyone, Mari]
Masaharu arrived in the theatre room (courtroom?) with a notebook full of what he felt was absolute bullshit. Scribbles about the location of the body, the size of evidence, everything empirical and nothing concretely leading to a killer.
What could he say? He was a scientist. And scientists collected data through observation. So he remained silent throughout the first portion of the farce of a trial, eyes darting from person to person, and resisted the urge to write down even more notes.
But scientists also posited theories based on those facts, so he had to speak up eventually.
“Ah, if we’re doing introductions, my name is Masaharu Nakai. I study cephalopods. Octopuses, cuttlefish, that sort of thing. Let’s… do our best to solve this.”
Concise enough, he figured.
After that, there was a rather long gap of time before Masaharu’s face displayed any state of being other than stoic when someone made the brilliant decision to fling their regalia across the room.
Suddenly he was at her side, hand hovering over her back. His gaze flickered over to the golden object lying on the ground, and in a moment of brilliant mental addition, he darted over to pick it up and bring it back to her.
(… Didn’t that look familiar?)
"Are you all right? Be careful with that, for God’s sake…”
His brows were knitted together as he pursed his lips, the perfect image of a parent half-scolding and half-comforting their child. The image, though, was interrupted when a thought occurred to him, and he stood up.
"I’d like to elaborate on the pools of blood Lynn-san mentioned. Like she said, there were two in the courtyard, about an arm’s length from each other. One was much smaller and less, ah, lethal-seeming than the other. What’s interesting to me is that it seems Nishimura-san sustained injuries from the knife on his ribs and on his arm. If there was a struggle, it would probably make more sense for the blood to be less concentrated in pools and more in a series of spatters, wouldn’t it?
Lee-san alluded to the state of Nishimura-san’s body seeming unnatural for a murder involving a struggle, and I agree. His hat, mask, and scarf were bloody, but placed neatly next to his body. And then there’s the white rose petal folded into the scarf.”
"Based on all of that… My sense is that Nishimura-san didn’t put up much of a fight during the confrontation, and that he may have even been a willing participant. I also think the killer tampered with Nishimura-san’s corpse after the fact.”
He exhaled and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, where they had slowly slid down during his mini-speech.
"I’m willing to go around to do checks for injuries and the like, but I think we should have multiple people doing so as well. But also, just keep in mind… Kuroki-san said it herself. I think we’ve all seen what we typically wear around here, and, well… I don’t think the petal’s insignificant.”
Come on, dude, just namedrop already. Everyone can see you doing eye emojis at a certain winemaker.
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