Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 52 - Getting a Background

Hanz did not quibble, he did not panic like a person who was being cornered. To be honest, I don't imagine how a person like Hanz can express tension. But, according to the picture, he said an evaluation without fear at all.

"So you just gave yourself up to get arrested?" I asked Hanz.

"No, not at all."

"..."

Unlike the previous statement, Hanz refused to conclude this way. Yes, I understand, there is no way the challenge of finding criminals will end that easily.

"I'm just saying based on the evidence that just now, then it's on me. But, if you think more carefully, I actually think that this criminal is deliberately directing his sin on me."

"Hoo ... How do you know?" ask me with a challenging tone.

"First, the thing that's pointing at me the most is the kitchen knife. It was only in the kitchen, my sharpest knife and was stored in the food warehouse to cut the meat of the first stage fish."

"Nonsense, a layman who is a visitor should not know there is a knife in this inn."

"But, dear, Kaivan," Hanz timpaned in a distinctive soft tone while still looking blankly at his eyes. "We can say that this perpetrator was not a layman. These fools seem to say that the murder was the result of a mature plan. In the plan, of course he must understand all the tools and places here."

"Hmn ... of the results are neat, it only makes sense that this is the result of the plan," I nodded in agreement.

"Then, second, Kaivan. Ann said that there was a possibility that the victim was poisoned so that he was unconscious or physically impaired. That's why he couldn't fight back and pulled out an axe in his pocket. So, he just allowed himself to become a victim without a fight."

"Isn't that still a possibility?"

"It's true" Hanz replied back. "But, that doesn't argue that I'm a food-service chef who can do that kind of thing."

Hmn ....

I don't know how toxins work in the body. Something I know is that the most common news ever made is cyanide poison. But, in order to get, make, and how to poison it, I think it takes time to learn.

"If so, it is likely that the culprit is within the scope of the inn staff, is that it?"

"Given all this, indeed the quickest conclusion was to refer to the inn staff. But, if we can think so fast, it means that the criminal did set it up."

"..."

At the same time, Hanz gave evidence and a defense. He points out that the evidence points to him, but he also proves that it is not absolute proof.

"Then, one more thing."

"Hn?"

Before the conversation actually ended, Hanz tried to say an additional sentence.

"I'm not forcing you to believe me. But, from the memories given about the entire background of the chef. I didn't see this murder."

The words came out in a low tone. Quite rarely he issued it, usually he is more like firmly attacking the interlocutor even though his tone is smooth. But this time, he was not sure of the trust in his words. Not because he lied, but more like he knew that he did not deserve to be trusted.

"Yes .. for a while I'll believe that."

We were brought into this world not by rules anymore. However, this time we were given a background memory of the person we played with. For example, like me, now I am in a position as a student and a member of a learning group from a certain school.

This guy I play with includes boring people who tend to get carried away by problems in his environment. As for the other statuses, I don't think there's anything interesting about him, just ordinary students who have a bit of a smart degree from other peers.

In the memory, there are memories of the sequence from the beginning of the student decided to go to the inn and what he did. Then, I understood that the student I was playing with was not the culprit, I was not the one. So, it actually made quite a lot of sense if Hanz said that for the sake of defense. Although there is no evidence that this statement is true.

*Knock, knock ....

From the front door in the dining room, you can hear knock on the door in the form of someone's entry permit.

But, without waiting for my cue, the person behind it opened and entered.

"Ivan."

"What's up, Farrel?"

Yes, that person was Farrel, he came and greeted me immediately, ignoring Hanz and Ann who were actually still in the room.

"We're done cleaning up the body. Bury it in the mountain if you want."

"If so, do it."

"Huh? You mean I buried the body alone? You think it's easy?" said Farrel a little jerking.

"Isn't there anyone else there?"

"My guy was there, the rest nobody helped me much. I was able to do it myself, but I started to cape a long time ago."

"Maybe, but if I go there, it means I have to get out of Hanz's sight."

"Hanz ...?"

Our conversation halted for a moment, Farrel's position at the entrance narrowed his eyes and pointed his face at Hanz behind. I was hooked, a little glance and see the condition of Hanz at that time. But ....

"He's a boy too, isn't he? Then he should be able to help."

Farrel asked me to talk first. He said it as if Hanz was not listening. Perhaps this as a subtle form, he did not want to rule over the person, but at the same time he had the vexation of being bestowed with such a heavy task alone.

"Wait a minute, from the beginning I never agreed that the corpse was buried and taken care of like any other body. Why should I accept a task that I myself have never decided."

"Tch," decamped Farrel's back-up tongue.

I don't know what causes him to be temperamental right now, but indeed the reason from Hanz is so troublesome and too selfish.

"Stop," I said as I raised my palm stopping the two of them from looking at me. "Hanz, you don't have to help, just come and see if you want. So, I can help Farrel in there."

It was the middle decision. I asked Hanz to change positions. So, no need to stay in the kitchen, watching Hanz can be done if Hanz himself is within my sight range, no matter if I am working or not.

"Ah, then fine. I'll probably be late to make you breakfast. But, it's all your decision."

The man with the blank look agreed to it quickly. Unlike her previous childish response, this time she acted more mature.

"Why did he get along with you, Ivan?" farrel asked me a little whisper.

"Yes ...."

I was pensively long enough, because I also did not understand how to answer that question.

"There is no specific reason. Somehow you saw my appearance, but I'm still a chef now. So, as much as possible I don't want my hand to touch human blood meat."

From the back corner, it turns out Hanz can listen to the sentence. With his firm and frank response just now, Farrel and I felt a similar shock.

In retrospect, I also do not wish to touch the blood of a dead human. But, when I took on the figure of being a chef, I was more than willing to touch human blood. Food for us mankind is sometimes quite considered in terms of cleanliness. So, that doesn't sound selfish anymore. When he kept clean, Hanz was now more like a person who guarded the honor of food and also respected the person who would eat it well.