During this break, we are left alone by the three nice ladies. I use the time at hand to get to know my new friends better. Both Keeva and Nakoda are very kind people. At least in my books. Keeva helps out her older brother in the hospital most times she is free and Nakoda is training to join the Red Knights. They also tend to but heads with Missy Sun due to her attitude and them trying to stop her from bothering the others. Okay Nakoda mostly is doing that and Keeva steps in to end it. If they don't have anything going on between them, then this alone to ship them and hope they do.
Unfortunately, we're unable to talk for long as our conversation is cut short as a female student rushes into our classroom. The break hasn't even really started yet. She wears big glasses and reminds me of this one Maid from Black Butler Mey-Rin was her Name. Just like this maid her round glasses seem like they may need some adjustments. She seems to stumble over her own feet as well. To make the similarities even bigger, this girl also wears her hair in pigtails but hers isn't red, it's black. Thinking about stories like this in my old world make me nostalgic.
She stops at the door and stutters: "I-is M-Mi-ss-s B-Bl-ack h-here? T-The s-stu-dents-cou-ncil wi-s-shes t-to s-see h-her."
I stand up from my seat and say: "I am Miss Black how may I be of help?" I don't speak loudly yet my voice can still be heard clearly through the room. The second part is more of a rhetorical question since she already stated for what business she is here.
So, I start to step down from the third row until I stand right before her. My aunt is right behind me, as always when she is on duty or feels like she is, three steps behind me. Even if I were to order her to walk besides, she, she would just straight out refuse. Like intrusive thoughts, information's are sublimated into my mind.
Now that I stand before her, I notice that I am a bit taller than her. While I am around 1,70 m tall, she must be around 1,65 m plus minus a few centimetres. Her big glasses seem like they don't fit right since they glide down to the tip of her nose every so often. In her arms are many documents. It's an adorable sight really like a little squirrel with big glasses. But I got off track I refocus on what she has to say.
"You said the Students Council wants to see me?" I ask her politely; her answer is a nod. "President White wished to see you Miss Black," her voice now far more confident, maybe because she doesn't have to talk to the entire Class anymore. "Now then please lead the way, Miss..." "Kalea Cecil Morgan. You can call me Kalea if you want, otherwise, Miss Morgan will be fine" I nod "Miss Kalea then."
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She gestures to us to follow her. While we walk I ask her a few questions about the murders and the students council. Kalea the cute little squirrel is actually the secretary of the council. She is the scribe in the sessions and manages the documents. Basically every little information go through her cute little hands. Oh, I could cuddle her to pieces. It's really hard to keep my composure and not give her a sudden hug because of cuteness overload. Damn.
From what she tells me the things written in the newspaper are a lie, those students were not murdered on their way home but in the school. She tells me a few other things about herself as well. Her little siblings will start the school next year, her older brother who has sword-fighting as his subject focus and will soon join the Royal Knights. As we walk on and leave the hallway with the laboratories behind we hear someone scream.
I know this scream means this Game will actually start now. Not just that I am right at the centre. Every misstep could cost me my live. I can only hope I will succeed and that the Game won't let me die.
I glimpse at my aunt. She has this certain look in her eyes which tells me that she is now in her investigator high alert mode. I wouldn't mess with her when she is in her normal duty mode but right now I wouldn't even dare to think of opposing her. My aunt would never hurt me that to be said, but she is damn scary like that.
"Stay behind us Miss Kalea, we don't know if the culprit is still around," I warn our guide. I feel like the system is taking over guiding me in what needs to be done next. We start running towards the place where the scream came from. There are about two possibilities right now about what the source of the scream is. Theoretically, there are far more but only those make actually any sense. Firstly, someone was attacked, and this person screamed. Or secondly, someone has found the body. I hope it is the first option, but I have a feeling it will be the second.
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As we arrive at the scene we see a horde of people standing there staring. "Step aside and do not touch anything on the scene," I order in my no-point-to-argue-voice. This time the system doesn't have to guide me that is just my common sense working. My aunt's glare helps clear the way.
When we step into the room a harsh chemical smell combined with the heavy smell of iron attacks our senses. If I had not seen other similar or worse places I would have probably shown what my breakfast was this morning, only this time in a half-digest state. My character must have seen a lot to be this unfaced by this sight. The smell actually isn't bothering me due to my own times of working in the lab before. Since it apparently isn't my first time my outward appearance shows a calm and composed state of mind.
The system guides me on what to do. I reach for my gloves and start my investigation. The ground is covered with a liquid according to the smell; it could be lye or acid. Let's see the victim has red spots on the skin where the liquid touched it and the skin is turning white the longer it is in contact with it.
Mhh, the hair seems to react to it. It is like it simply broke and fell off her head. I note those things down in my note book for later. The hair is also a complete mess as if someone grabbed the victim there. The victim is a female student whose hands show signs of defence. Again everything is written down in my notebook.
Before I investigate the body more thoroughly I take a more detailed look at the crime scene. Firstly the view from someone stepping into the room. Where does the body lay? How was it positioned? Was it intentional? Those questions and much more race through my head. I have to answer those questions.
Looking into the room the body lays easy to see. It wasn't hidden so the culprit wasn't trying to hide it. No, it was put there so it would be found soon. Why? What is gained by that? Getting away from the scene? Possible.
But everything was planned and prepared. The culprit had no haste. Otherwise, the scene wouldn't be so composed. As I walk around the room I notice nothing out of place nor any hints. The scene is too clean. The room must have been prepared ahead of time.
Why were they here? The culprit and the victim I mean. If everything was planned there must be a trace somewhere. Everything leaves a trace. Or maybe who the victim was, wasn't important. That would also make sense. I should stop thinking about possibilities and start the investigation of the body. At least those things I can do here without an autopsy.
As I look closer at the body I notice that the parts where the liquid touches the skin are now overall white and have a soft texture. I know from my studies that the skin reacts in that kind of way when it comes into contact with lye. By acid, the white stuff would be hard and crusty. So the liquid is lye. Now the next question is which lye. I can't test it right now since I need to collect the evidence first.
Now there are traces of lye on the face, and the lips of the victim turned blue. A hint that Oxygen is amiss. Loss of Oxygen leads me to the conclusion that the victim suffocated. The hair is a mess. The clothes are in order mostly at least. So the hair also was. Probably. Meaning that someone must have held the girl by her hair to suffocate her. Based on the appearance of the room, the hair and also the traces of lye on the face, my conclusion right now is suffocation by drowning in lye. If I'm right will be seen later, when the autopsy is done.