Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 49 - The Boundaries of the Game World and Emotions

The waves of emotions in one room began to calm down, it seemed like they had been distracted by the memory of the rules of the game that would be played now. The negative feelings that originally gathered when seeing a corpse had diminished, perhaps because Octa explained the existence of the dead was already in this part of the game from the beginning.

In that memory, I was not actually given a background information of everyone I knew. But, Octa also gave me all the information related to me. From the beginning to the end I was in the inn, everything sorted I remembered where and what I did. But, that was only in the viewpoint of the male student I was playing with, the information outside of that was completely unknown, especially the background about the chef and the innkeeper.

We were silent for a moment, holding each other's heads as a result of the sensation of the coming waves of emotions in the form of memories.

Then, after a few seconds, Peter finally started the conversation, "So, now what are we going to do with the corpse?"

We may have been in a player's condition and a pawn driven on stage. But, somehow something that was said by Pero made a lot of sense and was accepted by me and everyone. Although I know this is an artificial world, but my common sense is not to let this corpse be left alone.

"In this inn there is only one car from the school, right? Just wear it, and take it to the foot of the mountain to be handed over to the hospital," said Pero continued explaining, he appointed Dina's sister as a representative teacher there.

We were told here using a special rental car by a teacher that fit the entire student. The space inside the car was large to carry five students and two teachers. That means, carrying one body is not impossible for the car.

Sister Dina stood up straight, she saw Pero who asked to speak and faced her.

"Yes, maybe you can. But only Verdian can drive his car. I can't," he replied.

In my memory, all the students here were indeed taken by Verdian's car steering as the second teacher. He is the only one who knows about cars, sister Dina knows nothing. Especially for the complicated terrain in the forest, bringing a car for the inexperienced is a dangerous action.

Compared to the fate of the corpse, at that time I even thought of a fact about the boundary of the world that I live in now. If we were previously placed in a forest with a rocky cliff border, then this time I still ask where and how the world barrier is here.

"I can bring him down if you want. In this world I have the knowledge of driving a car. The inn owner seems to be accustomed to going in and out of the car," explained Pero gave a choice.

The situation began to soften, the choice offered by Pero is quite simple and solve the problem quickly. No additional burden was given to me, and no one gave a rival solution in its present condition.

"Sorry to everyone. I can't let you guys do that kind of thing."

Hn?

But, it turns out that even in this situation there are still people who dispute it. The sound comes from a man, soft and cold typical of people who have a presence so thin. He was Hanz, the one who now wore a white apron and a chef hat.

"Nobody can get out of this inn. Not until someone has been appointed as the perpetrator. Everyone including you, the teacher, and Pero the innkeeper, you or even us are all still gray as perpetrators."

"Keep, you want another solution, Hanz? I asked as a help to bridge their communication.

"Solution? I don't even see a problem in the current situation, why do you want to take care of this corpse?"

*Whoush ....

Emotional waves.

So quickly, it appeared instantly when Hanz questioned it. It felt like a single pinprick stuck in the mouth, stinging due to the fast timing. It seems that people like Amalia and Imarine hate the phrase.

"Whoi, Hanz. We can't just get the dead. There's no way we're gonna let him keep on the dinner money" I said squinting with a cynical tone.

I was there understanding what Hanz said made sense. But, my feelings were still resisting when he ignored the honor of the dead man. That's my assessment of Hanz's way of speaking just now.

"I didn't say I'd keep him there. The dining room is also one of my workplaces now. So, maybe we can just bury him in the back garden."

"Hanz!"

"Ivan, stop!"

For a moment my emotions ran out and wanted to feed Hanz there. But, sister Dina stopped me first. Maybe because it was tormented by a wave of negative emotions, in the middle of the group my emotions also became unstable. But, I did not draw the anger at all, my cynical gaze was still going on over that disrespectful behavior.

"It's okay, Ivan. It's true he said, this corpse is not Verdian. Even if he was actually dead, his real body would definitely not be here. This is ... just an imitation," continued Dina explained in a soft voice.

"..."

The atmosphere there continues to turn bad. I hate it when everyone hides their feelings and is immersed in a bloated wave of emotions. Those who don't talk, those who are constantly pressured by the atmosphere always keep my mouth full of pain.

"In my memory, there is no city here. If you guys still want to force it out, I think the result will be very bad. So, all that had to be done here was to do the tasks, research the corpses, investigate the scene, interrogate each member, and point at the culprit. Those of you who fall for personal emotions are already said to lose in the game."

Hanz said that from a distance, he neither looked nor approached towards us. What he said now was more in the direction of a command than a suggestion. From his movements, there was no sign that he would go down straight to solve the case.

However ....

The man called the girl he was with to help. He who said that immediately rewinded himself and went to the kitchen to separate from all of us. Without a greeting, without a closing sentence, he walked back to us and let the little boy take over.

The little boy had a plain face like most children. The first time I met him was when he was wearing shabby clothes and a little witch's hat. Hanz himself does have a connection to magic, so I'm not really surprised this little boy is one of them.

Continuing the order, the little boy ran small towards the kitchen. He who is so excited that a noise can tell that the child is doing something. It was not until a minute that the child returned and brought us the disposable, tight rubber gloves that doctors used to wear.

Even though I and others call him a little boy. But, somehow the aura released by the child does not symbolize a child. His face may be plain, but the expression he released was so firm.

"Wear this, these gloves will help your investigation. Make sure you look into the details of this body before you bury it."

In fact, all of that became clearer as he spoke. Unlike the other spoiled children, I heard that the little boy had a tone like a wise man. Quite unique when adult spirits are placed in the body of a child.

Kak Dina accepted the offer of rubber gloves. The woman smiled gently and still treated the child like a normal child. I can feel it, the emotional wave there is a little softened even though the child's personality is not much different from adults in general.

Heh, perhaps, this is what the name of the priesthood is justice, an ideology.

Everything here seemed to be hypnotized by the appearance of the little boy moving every segment of his cute body. He who with small hands moves small steps, then offers gloves to raise his hands up.

"Hn?"

After sister Dina received her gloves, it turned out that the child also offered me another pair of gloves. Perhaps because of my closest distance due to slightly advancing, the child preceded me.

"Wait, Ivan."

Just now that I wanted to lower my body to receive the gloves, I suddenly heard a stern call with a chest-aligned hand span that stopped me from the side.

"Here let me take care of it. You, I think you just keep an eye on that guy named Hanz. Of all the people, he was the most suspicious" said Farrel, who wanted to replace me with a glove.

"..."

I was silent for a moment hearing that. The reason, Farrel still put caution after it was thought that the waves of emotions around me had faded. He's like giving me a special mission where only I can do it.

Hanz this time is very suspicious. He who keeps avoiding people certainly puts a lot of disbelief. Moreover, I'm sure no one has forgotten his actions of killing three people at once at the beginning of the entrance.

Even so, I who wanted to leave felt obstructed. Farrel said it out loud enough that at least the person in front of me could hear it clearly. Then, when I wanted to accept the offer of rubber gloves, the one who offered me was Hanz's own little partner.

I looked at the little boy, looked at him for a while to see how he reacted to this.

"It's okay. You can watch him. Go, if that is your will. I have no will to stop you" said the little boy in a calm adult tone.

I'm a little stunned. In fact, I can say that this little boy is better than Amalia in terms of her speech. With regards to Dina's usual, boundless laid-back sister, Imarine tomboy with her hard fist, and Amalia who for some reason in things like an empty head, this child looks more shiny in value.

"Okay, if that's what I'll take care of Hanz," I nod in agreement. "Maybe that's the best way to nenangin you guys," then continue while standing upright looking back representing everyone.

Peter from afar did not argue, he was still looking with his hands folded. But, the way he looked said that he did agree.

*Whoush ....

But, from the other direction I felt a little emotional rumble. This sour taste mixed with sweetness is not something negative.

"Ivan, you're not gonna die, are you?" said Ima who asked worried even though her tone was still tomboyish, maybe this was her way so as not to make the question become amused heard.

"Heh, it would be foolish to say that Hanz killed me. That means, he told you all that he did."

Then, I was also there to answer him in an arrogant tone.

Hanz might be suspicious. For example if he was the culprit, then he wouldn't kill me because I was watching him. It was the same as suicide, people would know that he was the villain behind all this.

After saying that, I was a little bit alone with everyone. Leaving my legs, I also entered the kitchen door to meet Hanz directly as a form of supervision.

From the flow of the conversation, indeed he left because he felt the atmosphere made us was not conducive to him. But, in reality we don't know what he's doing right now.