Chapter 24 Part 5: Commission – Innocent

“Liar…?”

“Yes. A liar.”

As I diligently recorded her looking at me with eyes full of fear, I declared.

You will become a liar.

“You know the story of the boy who cried wolf?”

Was it because I suddenly brought up an old fairy tale?

Or was it because she was watching the police thoroughly searching her house with her own two eyes?

She didn’t seem to understand what I was saying.

Well, I didn’t particularly want to make her understand, so it didn’t matter.

“The boy told so many lies that people didn’t believe him no matter what he said.”

“But think about it. What if the boy really saw a wolf and warned people, but the wolf didn’t intentionally eat the sheep? If that were the case, wouldn’t the boy feel unfairly accused?”

“Wh, what are you talking about…”

“Even if the wolf didn’t eat the sheep to trick the boy, the villagers would have no choice but to think of the boy as a liar. Because they don’t know if the wolf appeared or not.”

I decided to explain to her from beginning to end what I was going to do.

Because that way, she would show a more intense reaction.

Because that way, she could feel the experience the client felt.

Knowing better than anyone that she didn’t commit the crime, but no one believes her.

To let her directly experience that feeling.

“No matter what you say, unless people know about my existence, they won’t be able to believe you.”

I watched as the excavator that had arrived sometime ago dug up the pile of corpses, and one of the police officers who saw the sight covered his mouth and hurriedly ran away somewhere.

Of course, it’s a shocking and surprising sight, but it can’t be said that this woman created that sight.

Who knows, maybe someone buried them one by one last night and ran away?

She may be a strong suspect, but it’s not yet confirmed that she is the culprit.

So I created several pieces of evidence that could make her suspected of being the culprit.

So that no one can even think that it might not be her doing.

“Remember? When I went into your house. At that time, I subdued you and made you touch various things.”

“What about it! Release me right now!”

“You have no patience. I’ll release you later, so just listen.”

She seemed to want to run to her house right away and insist on her innocence.

I didn’t do it. A strange woman kidnapped me and openly moved the bodies.

That’s what she wants to say.

But, no matter how much she tells the truth, it’s hard to think that people will consider it the truth.

Because I made it so that everyone would suspect her of being the culprit.

“Those people all died from gunshot wounds. Remember? That pistol I handed you.”

I quickly subdued her, who was sitting on the sofa taking a break, and forcibly placed a pistol in her hand.

So that fingerprints would remain, very meticulously.

She, who hadn’t yet realized what it meant, was just shouting at me to release her.

“What about it! You, you’ll have your fingerprints on it too! I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it!”

Did she think fingerprints would remain?

It was a perfectly reasonable judgment from her perspective, but there was a very big error.

Because I don’t have fingerprints on my hands.

“No, my fingerprints won’t show up. My body is designed not to leave any evidence.”

“Do, do you think I’d believe such nonsense?!”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me. You can just check with your own eyes later.”

High-ranking people have a lot to lose, so they prepare various things in case of an emergency.

Of course, the prosthesis that one of them was going to use was the same.

Even if they don’t plan to get their hands dirty, there’s no way they would create something that leaves traces like fingerprints, right?

Only this woman’s fingerprints remain on that revolver.

And the bullets that can be presumed to be the cause of death of the corpses will contain the rifling marks of that revolver.

There is only one person who touched the murder weapon, and if it is confirmed that they killed with that murder weapon…

No matter how much this woman cries out and insists on her innocence, it will only scatter in vain.

Of course, there will be people who doubt it at first.

Because the route of acquisition of the murder weapon is unclear, and she will vehemently deny that she did it.

But, she won’t be able to withstand it even after a week.

A murder weapon with clear traces of being used. And victims who are confirmed to have died from that murder weapon.

The people around her who hear that fact will start to pressure the person they suspect.

Who knows how the culprit got the gun? It’s clear that the gun shot people, and she’s the only one who touched it.

In the end, even if someone thinks that she is not the culprit, they will not be able to withstand it for long and will soon raise a white flag.

An incident of this level is enough to be on the news.

Isn’t it sensational? A female college student shot and killed dozens of people with a gun, or buried the bodies in her backyard.

It will be introduced to the people of the world. What this woman has done and what she is doing.

Where did she get the gun? She’s denying it so much, is it really what she did?

Well. Even if they have such questions, the reporters will bury them.

Because only sensational incidents that they can write articles about will catch their eyes.

Then it’s over.

“That’s how the world works.”

“Th, that can’t be. That can’t be… Th, the truth isn’t like that…!”

“Why? You know it too. The truth isn’t always revealed.”

The truth isn’t always revealed.

Hearing those words, her face turned pale as if she had realized something.

She hasn’t forgotten the incident where she put her beloved teacher in prison, has she.

“You know it well because you’ve done it before, right?”

“Yo, you, you how…!”

“I received a request. Didn’t I say it before? The client told me not to kill you.”

“…!”

As if she finally realized the whole story of the incident, her face turned pale.

She, who perfectly grasped who made the request and why this situation led to this, looked at me with tears in her eyes.

“Th, th, that was a mistake.”

“A mistake?”

“Y, yes. I was dumped by my teacher, and my friends saw it. Th, so… I lied without realizing it. It wasn’t intentional. Really.”

It wasn’t intentional.

Saying that, she started to make excuses to me.

I was just watching quietly with the intention of hearing what kind of excuses she would make, and as if she started to think that her excuses had worked, her mouth gradually became faster.

“I was embarrassed. I just, I didn’t want my friends to find out that I was dumped, so I made excuses to them. Th, then…”

“Your friends misinterpreted it?”

“Y, yes! I tried to say that wasn’t it at first. Th, then the situation got too big!”

Is she making excuses to me in front of her, or to the client?

After thinking for a moment, I came to a conclusion.

Neither. That woman was making excuses to herself.

“Before I knew it, the story spread to the school in an instant. I, I couldn’t stop it even if I tried. Really.”

“Liar.”

“Huh?”

“You could have stopped it.”

It went differently than I expected.

Her remarks were self-avoidant.

Because there were so many opportunities to stop it.

“When the person you liked was on trial, when the client came to you and begged you to clear up the misunderstanding, when those rumors spread. You could have stopped it.”

“Th, that kind of thing…”

“You were silent even though you knew what would happen if it went on like that. Because you were afraid of being disadvantaged. Am I wrong?”

She had more than enough opportunities to help the client. But she did not correct the misunderstanding.

Perhaps it was because she was afraid.

She was afraid of being made fun of by her friends, or she was afraid of the scolding and nagging she would receive from people if she said he was innocent.

But if you are a victim, everyone comforts you.

A situation where you receive worries and comfort in a warm voice, instead of scolding and nagging.

She was intoxicated with that situation.

“Ah, th, that’s…”

And, the more she became intoxicated with that situation, the more she couldn’t escape.

Why didn’t you say it in advance. What was the reason.

She was afraid of being scolded like that, so she kept her mouth shut.

It became more and more difficult to open her mouth, and the result was the client’s guilty verdict.

“Go. Go show your face. And do as you please.”

This should be enough.

After checking the excavator, which seemed to have started to slow down as if it had dug up all the bodies, I released her.

So that she can make excuses to people.

So that she can proclaim her innocence.

“And feel it. The feeling of the shepherd boy that no one believes.”

I continued to watch the back of the girl who was moving her feet to get away from me in a hurry.

In order to film her appearance to send to the client until the end.