283 – [5] So suspicious
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Of course, it was not a very clean white bone.
There were pieces of flesh left here and there, and things like maggots were crawling around with difficulty.
It was so disgusting that it had no counterpart.
On the one hand, I thought that although he was a person who died a long time ago, he was not a person who died a very long time ago.
“How on earth did he die here?”
Judging by the fact that he was wearing armor, he was not killed by a monster or animal.
If that were the case, one part would have blown off significantly.
But this knight’s armor was so clean.
First of all, it looked like that from the front.
I pushed the knight’s body slightly to the side.
It fell on its side, and instead of a gaping body, water flowed from the face.
It seemed like water inside a steam engine, or water where steam had collected.
I was wondering how it got so deep inside.
I rolled my eyes to the side.
Soon, the hidden back of the knight was revealed.
“Knife marks… ….”
There was a large knife mark on the side of the steam engine.
It wasn’t very deep, but it was clear that the machine was on the verge of breakdown.
“Did he die because the steam engine broke down?”
“Huh? “Can you die if a steam engine breaks down?”
“As far as I know…… “I think I’ve heard that this often happens when hot water inside a steam engine flows back into the armor.”
I even tried shaking the knight’s body back and forth, just in case.
I could feel something sloshing around inside, so it seemed to be quite a bit filled with water.
“Moreover, there is no way for this water to come out unless it is a steam engine.”
“Then how did the steam engine break down?”
There is only one possibility.
I pointed to the knife marks on the back.
“He must have been attacked by someone. “I don’t know exactly who it is, but considering where this place is, I think it’s either a cadet or a hunter.”
“Well… ….”
Fight near the forest.
The steam engine was hit and broke down.
Boiling water flows back into the armor.
He died in pain as his body ripened.
This was the most plausible scenario.
However, one question still remained.
“But then the person who hurt the wolf… ….”
“It’s probably not this person. There would never have been a chance to do that in the first place. I think he might be someone else…….”
I looked around my head.
I was wondering if there was any evidence or traces, and something caught my eye that felt particularly suspicious.
“Mr. Syaoran.”
“Yes.”
“Even to Syaoran, that looks suspicious.”
“A little…… “What about?”
I approached the suspicious figure.
It was a ‘chunk’ of flesh, blood, broken bones, etc.
It was quite disgusting because it was all lumped together on the floor, and when I touched it out of fear, it felt even more disgusting.
What on earth has changed so much?
“This…… “It looks like a sign of someone’s death.”
Syaoran spoke quietly.
Eventually, she touched the pieces that fell next to her lump one by one.
“All artificial fur and leather…… No way?”
“Do you have any doubts?”
“It exists, but…” … Honestly, I think it would be better if it weren’t.”
Or do you think it would be good?
What are you talking about?
I tilted my head questioningly.
“It looks like someone came out wearing a fursuit and died from being bitten by a wolf.”
“Ah.”
“But try touching this piece. “It feels exactly like that.”
I touched a piece of fur.
Rather than a texture unique to natural products, I felt something unique to objects extracted from petroleum.
“…… “Use it.”
The soft and fluffy texture of the fursuit.
No matter how I looked at it, that was the feeling.
Even though I didn’t actually touch it, I somehow felt like I could just imagine it.
On the other hand, it seemed as if a voice was coming from the corpse, saying, ‘Hello, I am an animal lover.’
This had to be ‘real’.
It’s going to spin, really.
“What kind of mentality did you have to put on a fursuit and come out here?”
“I see. I don’t think I wore it to pretend to be an animal…….”
Trying to pretend to be an animal?
Considering the depiction in the game, it was not impossible.
It rarely appears as a random encounter in the game.
Targeting users who want to hunt animals, they say they are not animals.
Then I wonder why on earth he does such a thing.
The human brain soaked in a hairball was not something that could be judged by the thoughts of a normal person.
Just look at the academy where these guys are in charge of the student council.
The streets are overflowing with furry-hunters, and they give fursuits (stronger) as competition prizes to make their own people.
If it were Korea, it would be rough to watch the 9 o’clock news, the 12 o’clock news, the 5 o’clock news, the 7 o’clock news, and then the current affairs program.
What they are good at is subtly oppressing those who love the ‘words’ that spread love and magic.
“There is a saying that a highly developed fursuit is indistinguishable from an animal. Maybe he was trying to pretend to be an animal…….”
“… ….”
Anyway, it would have been better if there were situations like random encounters.
If someone died while imitating an animal, wouldn’t it be a terrible thing, regardless of sexual preference?
Moreover, given the circumstances, it was highly likely that the person who killed this person was the wolf we had caught.
It was clear that wolves came out of the cave and human remains came out.
“But it’s a bit questionable that there are no weapons…… Wait a minute, is this a dagger in the lump?”
“Huh?”
A blade protrudes very slightly from the corner of the lump.
I grabbed it right away and pulled it out, and a dagger of quite fancy appearance appeared.
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“…… Were you rich?”
“People who wear fursuits are usually rich people.”
It’s suspicious.
It’s so suspicious.
“Huh, I don’t know. Why on earth…….”
Looking at the length and thickness, it seemed clear that this was used to draw the wolf’s side.
It actually became meaningless as the person involved died.
“For now, how about we come back and take a look later and just leave for now?”
“Yes, I guess so. I’ll have to report it later. “Someone died here.”
I stood up from my seat.
Before leaving, one object caught my eye.
They were half-destroyed hunting equipment.
A variety of items stuffed into a waist bag.
It was far from normal in many ways, including the fact that the bag was worn out and the protruding equipment was damaged in various ways.
Still, I walked over and looked inside the bag.
“Compass, chronometer, broken fishing rod, telescope, small crossbow, broken scroll, trap, damaged ID card, and more…… Book?”
A palm-sized book with a brown cover.
Even though it was in a damp area, there was no mold and it seemed to be in good condition.
It looks like there was some sort of protection spell cast on it.
But why would something like a protective spell be placed on a place like a book?
It is a very expensive spell, so casting it itself is a luxury.
I picked up the book.
“…… ?”
What on earth is this animal lover doing?
I had a question and was about to open the inside.
“Aren’t you going, Mr. Xian?”
“Ah, yes. “I’ll go.”
I put the book in my bag and took it with me.
Then Syaoran looked at me and asked what that was.
“Items belonging to a dead person. “I think I should give it to the bereaved family.”
“Aha. “Then I guess you’re planning to report it later when you cross the gate.”
“No, I have no intention of reporting it outright.”
“Yes?”
“Honestly, it’s a bit weird to report that someone died while imitating an animal. “You have to report it quietly.”
“… ….”
Isn’t there human dignity?
Although I don’t know what exactly he did with the animals when he died, animal lovers also deserve to die like human beings.
And I was always planning to give such a superficial reason.
Perhaps unaware that there was another purpose, Syaoran nodded, saying it was true.
* * *
I came out of the cave with the wolf in tow.
Because of the delay, I had to finish the cleaning roughly.
“How do I do this? No matter how I look at it, it seems like it would be difficult to carry it all with me…….”
“Let’s just cut off some belly fat. “I don’t think I would eat my legs anyway because of their muscles.”
Tear off only the belly fat and throw away the rest.
It seems like they decided to take 3/4 of it, but they ended up taking less than 1/4 of it.
“It’s a waste, but someone will pick it up later.”
“I guess so, right?”
Children who lost their prey?
They should take care of that.
They show the humanity of the top 1% and catch their prey so kindly, so shouldn’t they take care of the rest themselves?
The one who wanted more than that was Simbo, a thief.
It was right for them to discover it and take it themselves, and then cook soup or make porridge, whether they did it or not.
I immediately returned to the cooking area.
Maybe because there was some time wasted, everyone had completed the basic preparations.
“Please light the fire there first! Mr. Shannon! “Come and wash the meat for me!”
“How much sugar do you pour in? “You’re only going to eat one bite anyway, so just put it all in.”
“Onions make you cry like you’re overdoing it? Ines, that’s just the way it is. “Just keep criticizing me.”
“Oh, no! Even though the seasoning is so delicious! “What if you just eat it all?”
“Please quickly transfer the finished food to a bowl! “There are only 10 minutes left, but I feel like I have to go soon!”
There were twists and turns, but it wasn’t a mess like Kitchen Nightmare.
We were able to complete the dish on time.
If it weren’t for the theft of game, we would have been in big trouble.
Afterwards, when I headed to where the professor was with the academy staff, I saw about five teams standing in line.
It was strange.
Time is running out and this is all I can do.
Considering the number of people in the class, there had to be a double-digit number of teams.
But this is all because of the situation of other teams…….
“Well, it’s about time. “Is this the end of the six teams?”
I couldn’t finish cooking on time.
I couldn’t even get cooking ingredients.
Honestly, trying to cook a meal in 2 hours was a bit of a goal in itself.
It is possible that it was intentional, but fundamentally there was a lot of room for it to depend on luck.
It was not a good teaching method.
However, even if it was a bad lecture, I couldn’t resist it as long as I was taking it.
“Well, give 30 more points to the kids who come early, and give a big penalty to the kids who come late.”
Soon, one by one, each person presented their dishes to the professors and academy staff.
The portions were generally small, as if they knew they would end up only taking one bite.
Hell’s Kitchen was achieved in a tight time frame.
The cooking professor’s spoon, which would cut our grades in half, was raised.
I sincerely prayed that there would be a lot of just British people and honorary British people in this lecture.