The Document of Incidents Chapter 7

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Asher Fujimaru blankly asked the heroic spirit in front of her: "Why are we here?"

Archer frowned, his expression became solemn, and his green eyes looked directly at Asher Fujimaru: "What just happened, did you use time magic?"

Asher Fujimaru shook her head. She clearly remembered that she was attacked by a stranger in Marvin's room just a second ago. The pain of being shot and stabbed in the throat with a knife was so clear that it didn't look like a fake at all. How could it be? As soon as you open your eyes, you are back in No. 43?

Time magic... But if it is the manipulation of time to this extent, then this can no longer be called a 'magic' that can be reproduced artificially, but rather a miraculous 'magic' that no one can imitate.

"No. 43...what did you do?" Asher Fujimaru murmured.

The doorbell of the house rang at this time.

Archer and Asher Fujimaru looked at each other in confusion. This familiar position, the soft morning light outside the blinds, the broadcast on the TV that seemed to have been heard over and over... all of these were like some kind of familiar phantom, again and again Crush towards them.

Asher Fujimaru swallowed, "...who is it?"

The moment the question came out of her mouth, she actually already had the answer in her heart.

Archer walked to the door and looked out through the peephole on the door. The distorted figure in the glass appeared in his eyes.

"Sterling Fitch."

The man pronounced the name in a cold tone, obviously not understanding the situation yet.

Asher Fujimaru lowered her head and saw two twenty-sided metal dice on the table. The numbers at the top were still the '11' and '1' she had thrown before.

Just when she was about to reach out and pick up the dice, the two dice disappeared without a trace like last time.

The doorbell of the room rang again urgingly.

"Archer," Asher Fujimaru cleared her throat, the bitter feeling still making her feel very uncomfortable, "Please ask him to come in."

She touched her phone, and the time displayed on the screen was still the same as what she had written down this morning: Thursday, February 18, 8:52 a.m.

It was hard to believe, but she was literally back in the morning... back when she had just rolled the dice.

"No. 43," Asher Fujimaru stared at Mr. Sterling Fitch who was about to walk in at the door of the room, and lowered his voice, "I need your explanation."

But No. 43's nonchalant voice floated past her ears calmly: "Go and entertain the guests. These are the guests I finally found." 』

Asher Fujimaru smoothly pulled out a business card from the business card box in front of the table, walked around the black walnut table and walked towards Fitch, adjusting the expression on his face, hiding the confusion and uneasiness under his smile.

"Hello, this is Chaldea Detective Agency. How can I help you?"

"Ah...Hello," Fitch put on his glasses, took the business card from Asher Fujimaru Fujimaru, put the card close to his eyes and read the words on it in a low voice: "...Ms. Fujimaru." "

"Please take a seat." Asher Fujimaru glanced at Archer. The hero had a cold face and said nothing, making another pot of black tea.

Fitch sat on the sofa a little strangely. Asher Fujimaru's enthusiastic look made it hard for him to express his doubts about who the real owner of the detective agency was. "I saw the flyer, so I wanted to ask."

The smile on Asher Fujimaru's face remained unchanged, and she said to Fitch with a smile: "Of course, no problem. What is your commission?"

"My friend Marvin, he has been out of contact for several days, and I am very worried about him..."

What Fitch said to Asher Fujimaru was almost the same as last time. When the aged and faded photo was pushed in front of Asher Fujimaru again, she lowered her head and stared at the young man standing in the back corner with a bright smile.

The twisted smiling face he had seen in his mind slowly emerged, staying beside Marvin like an undead spirit that could not be driven away.

Asher Fujimaru took a breath.

"What hobbies does Mr. Fenol have?"

Fitch thought for a while, "Marvin is in good health. He likes outdoor adventures. He always has his camera with him and has been to many places. I heard from others that he always stays outside alone when he is not working on projects. , but I don’t have regular contact with him, so... I don’t know the details. "

Sure enough, the photos and equipment in Marvin's room can explain it.

"Did Mr. Fenore behave in any strange way before he disappeared?" Asher Fujimaru then asked.

When she first received him, she felt that Fitch was a very strange person. If an acquaintance whom she had known for many years disappeared, would the sincere sadness really be so exaggerated and artificial?

"No."

Fitch answered quickly, but then he paused, as if he realized that it was strange to answer so simply, and then began to explain: "I mean, Marvin and I were busy exploring the terrain in those days, and we stayed in Together, he acted normal."

"Has he ever had conflicts with others at work?"

"Marvin has a great personality and everyone likes him... As far as I know, there is no such thing."

The middle-aged man stared at Asher Fujimaru Fujimaru through his glasses, "Ms. Fujimaru, are you doubting the possibility of 'homicide'?"

"These are the possible reasons for disappearance. Since no one has received the ransom message, it can only be an accident or murder."

"That's true, but..." Fitch twisted his eyebrows in confusion, "I still can't think of anyone he will conflict with."

The low sound of the pendulum clock came from the second floor. Fitch raised his wrist to check the time and stood up quickly, "Sorry, I have classes at Gotham University next, so I have to leave first."

"Okay, Mr. Sterling Fitch, I'll send---"

"---Come with me, sir."

Archer interrupted Asher Fujimaru's words and curved the corner of his mouth. The old scars and the handsomeness accumulated over the years were perfectly balanced on his face. He asked gently and unmistakably: "Do you want to call a taxi?" ? "

"Ah, um, thank you." Fitch was stunned for a second, his eyes swept over Archer's face, and he gave a slightly embarrassed smile.

"By the way, Mr. Sterling Fitch, if I want to go to your construction site to inquire about something, how should I introduce our relationship?"

Asher Fujimaru asked before the other party was about to go out, "Why don't you tell them directly that I am the detective you hired?"

"You can say they are my students... I occasionally ask them to help. People over there know that and won't embarrass you."

Archer opened the door and took Fitch away from No. 43. Asher Fujimaru breathed a sigh of relief. She slumped on the sofa for a few seconds, then sat upright with a serious look on her face: "No. 43, can you explain why I came back?" Until this morning?"

"what are you saying? I don't know anything. ” The young voice answered her in surprise.

"I was attacked. I should have been..." He should have died.

Asher Fujimaru completed the last half of the sentence in his heart.

She raised her hand and touched her throat. The pain of being penetrated was so clear. The feeling of suffocation made her feel that she was still floating in the air for a long time without any sense of reality. "Why?" As soon as I opened my eyes, I came back here... Is this the 'shelter' you called? "

No. 43 seemed determined to pretend to know nothing: "I am just a house that cannot be moved, so what can I know?" 』

Probably hearing the subtext of No. 43, Asher Fujimaru sighed and changed the question, "So how long can this 'asylum' last?"

"Of course it will exist until you complete the commission. The purpose of my existence here is so that you can become the world's best detective!" 』

Asher Fujimaru: ...That’s not what you said yesterday!

"...So, until I figure out what happened to Marvin Fenore, I'm going to keep going back to the beginning of this day as long as I die?"

This is almost like a save in the game, and No. 43 is equivalent to her resurrection point.

No. 43 said meaningfully: "I said, I am just a house. None of those weird things will happen to me. Everything can only be experienced by yourself." 』

"Asher Fujimaru, you have stood at the decision of your destiny. 』

...Alright alright.

After she was kidnapped by the house and hurriedly took office the next day, she should have realized that No. 43 was not reliable at all.

Archer sent Fitch away, but after he came back, the room was unexpectedly quiet.

No one spoke, and No. 43 was silent. Only Asher Fujimaru, who was sitting in front of the sofa drinking black tea, made one or two crisp sounds of clinking porcelain when he put the cup back on the table.

"So... wasn't that my imagination just now? Or some imagination that I just lost my mind?"

Archer raised his eyebrows and sat down unceremoniously in front of Asher Fujimaru, folding his arms, "Your magic?"

His eyes looked around Asher Fujimaru's body, and his expression could be said to be surprising - you still have the ability - this seemed to be all he wanted to say.

Asher Fujimaru shook her head. After the guests left, her external smile was no longer necessary, so the expression on her face relaxed, revealing a bit of confusion and disbelief.

The nerve pain from her fatal injury had not completely recovered from her nerves, and it became even more obvious after she took off her smile: "That was decided by a dice."

"Well..." The well-informed heroic spirit was silent for a while, but quickly accepted, "It seems that this house is really strange. But I was about to catch it, why--- --"

He tilted his head, as if he didn't quite understand: "What are the triggering conditions?"

Archer was curious about how suddenly things happened. A skill like loading files and restarting should be used at important times, not to mention that he had shown straightforward wariness and distrust of No. 43 from the very beginning. .

Asher Fujimaru replied dryly: "I died --- at that time."

The heroic spirit froze for a moment, as if a clockwork doll had completed all the progress bars and just stopped there. Two seconds later, like a mummy resurrected by sunlight, he slowly repeated: " you are dead?"

"She was shot in the body and a knife was stabbed in her throat." At this point, Asher Fujimaru took a breath, as if the pain was coming back again, screaming in her cells: "... "I can't die any more."

"ha..."

Archer sneered, looking a little angry for some reason. Of course, Asher Fujimaru didn't think he was angry because he was worried about him. The reason for his anger was probably---He was fooled. Someone Bypassing the scope of his supervision, he killed the person he needed to protect.

For a heroic spirit (mainly him), this is quite a provocation.