All language subtitles for 不连续杀人事件_English

An Art Theatre Guild (ATG) and
Tatsumi Kikaku Co., Ltd. co-production

However, it is according to
the dictate of time and fate

that We have resolved to pave the way for
grand peace for all the generations to come,

by enduring the unendurable
and suffering what is insufferable.

Summer 1947, Tokyo

I was born from the
scorched earth.

Ayaka, undress.
I want to see your body.

You don't want to?

All right.

I want you to sell her to me.

It may be only as a front,
but she is still my wife.

That's why I said
I'll give you money.

200,000?

With all this money,
you can get whatever you want.

Very well.

It looks like you need
this wild woman

that's like a sunflower that
bloomed on a scorched field

and I need money.

So, I'll gladly sell you my wife.

Unrelated Murder Cases

Translation by bLoodZ

Planning: Ryuhei Nishimura
Production: Iwao Bokuseki, Makoto Aso

People living inside houses

is a depressing scenery
above ground.

Original Work: Ango Sakaguchi

Screenplay: Yozo Tanaka, Atsushi Yamatoya,
Chusei Sone, Haruhiko Arai

The past for me is nothing
but bad memories.

Shooting: Masaru Mori
Lighting: Saburo Mio

Art: Takeharu Sakaguchi, Tsuneo Kobayashi
Recording: Fumio Hashimoto, Kazumi Inamura

The past, for an impatient and idle
troubled mind, is an ominous nightmare.

Edit: Atsushi Nabeshima
Music: Cosmos Factory

Assistant Director: Hiroshi Saito
Record: Yoko Ito

I, on a moonlit night, have nailed down
my own gloomy shadow on the ground,

Color Measurement: Teruo Moriyama
Chief production: Nanao Momoi

in order to stop the shadow
from following me forever.

CAST

Takahiro Tamura
Tetsuro Sagawa

Junko Natsu, Junko Miyashita
Kazuya Kosaka, Ryohei Uchida

Shoichi Kuwayama, Ryunosuke Kaneda
Takashi Kanda, Jun Hamamura, Taiji Tonoyama

Kotoe Hatsui, Yuko Kusunoki, Hiroko Isayama
Moeko Ezawa, Hiroko Sakurai, Toshie Negishi

Eimei Esumi
Gen Kimura

Shosei Muto, Kenji Utsumi, Go Awazu
Hirokazu Inoue, Hiroshi Cho

Jun Izumi, Rei Okamoto
Meisen Mizuhara, Yoko Azusa

Hitomi Fukuhara, Miyuki Minami
Hiroko Sasaki, Megumi Ogawa

Akira Ishihama
Noboru Matsuhashi
Yuya Uchida

Kayoko!

Directed by: Chusei Sone

That's kind of difficult.

You know, during wartime
I was evacuated to your mansion,

and the minute the war ended, I stole your
father's beloved woman and ran away.

You're asking the impossible.

What is it?

Kazuma here, he says to come
to his country mansion.

And on top of that,
the both of us.

I'll be going, then.
I left Ayaka all alone.

I don't want to go.

I lived for many years
in that mansion,

so I already know what's
about to happen there.

Kayoko, his younger sister...

The child his father had with
his maid, remember?

Yes. Did something happen
with Miss Kayoko?

Well...
Even though they're siblings,

their relationship went beyond
that of mere siblings, apparently.

For crying out loud,
he's one hopeless fellow.

So Ms. Kayoko, you see,
she strongly wants to see you.

After all, you were her only friend.

And also, it seems that her
health is in bad condition.

"I'll have the tourist bureau
send you tickets for August 15",

"so please come with
the last train of that day".

"I really want you to come".

"Since one of the three tickets
is for Mr. Kose".

"please persuade or even force him
to accompany you, if you must".

"Respectfully yours".

"A horrible crime is
about to happen".

"A lot of people's blood will..."

"You and Mr. Kose are
the only ones I can rely on".

"And also, Ms. Kyo. Ms. Kyo!
I beg you, I'm waiting for you".

"A dark sea of blood is in sight".

- If it isn't Mr. Yashiro!
- Oh, oh my...

- Oh, Ms. Kyo also.
- Hello.

Shall we go together?

- It's been a while.
- Hello.

You're also going to
Mr. Utagawa's?

Yes, we did receive
an invitation letter, after all.

- Hey.
- Yes.

I'm sorry, everybody, please
get off and give it a push.

I guess we have no choice.

Well, well, well.
Hello there!

Where are you going?

The Utagawa Mansion is the only place
I would be heading to from here.

I hope we can all get along
for the summer.

I hear there's plenty of
food and drinks.

After receiving Mr. Kazuma's
personal invitation,

there's no way I would
refuse such an offer.

Invitation?
You got one too?

Excuse me, who is this?

This is artist Koichi Doi.

Oh, the famous one said to be
the most unique nowadays.

My name is Toyo Kamiyama,
I'm a lawyer.

I worked as Mr. Tamon Utagawa's
secretary until seven years ago.

Hi there, Mrs. Multimillionaire.
Thanks for welcoming us.

As a reward, I'll fondle you for
the first time in a long while.

Hi, good afternoon.
Who might you be?

- I'm Utsugi.
- Utsugi?

Ah, Ms. Akiko Utsugi, right?
That renown woman writer...

Hello, I'm pleased to make
your acquaintance.

I'll introduce myself soon enough.

But my past sweetheart is
longing for me right now.

Hey.

You scoundrel!

You good-for-nothing!
This is not a place for someone like you!

Leave!

When popular first-class writers
dramatists and scholars

Mokubee Miyake,
French literature scholar

gather in one place,
it sure is a sight.

It's just like when we were evacuated
from Tokyo to the Utagawa Mansion.

Mr. Yashiro, shall I get
you something?

No.

- My name is Toyo Kamiyama.
- Is that so?

I always read your works.

Hey, Pikaichi!

Aren't you going to drink?
Huh?

Wani Mochizuki, Writer

Bonsoir, Ms. Kocho.

I often had the honor of
seeing you on stage, but,

well, you sure are beautiful.

Let's drink.

You're what they call a beautiful
figure with a beautiful face.

Vous êtes très Jolie,
charmante, délicate,

and avec orgueilleuse, I would say.

I like this "immorality", you know.

Let's dance.

I don't want to.

Pikaichi, you did well.

Courting that third-rate
harlot like actress first,

shows your deep knowledge.

But even with your French training,

you don't seem to understand
Western erudition.

You're not supposed to court
a harlot in public.

Harlots like to look like a lady!

That truly is some warped arrogance.

Courting a harlot in public makes her
stick to her imitation!

In other words,

this is how it's done!

May I?

Oh?

Shall we?

Again.

- What do you think, Mr. Pikaichi?
- Uh? Pikaichi? Ah!

I'll do this with you
tomorrow evening.

But you mustn't tremble then.

I hate men who tremble.

Tamao Utagawa, Kazuma
Utagawa's younger half-sister

Say, Mr. Tango,
let's dance the tango.

Yumihiko Tango, Writer

Come, Mr. Utsumi.

You also need to be in the
limelight once in a while.

Akira Utsumi, Poet

My only chance for that would be when
I'll star in "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame".

I'll be counting on your co-star then.

Oh, really?
That sounds great.

Let's do it right here this summer.
Mr. Hitomi, prepare a suitable screenplay.

Koroku Hitomi, Dramatist

Very well!

I shall do the stage setting.

Let's perform for the village inhabitants
and rip the peasants off their New Yen.

Your stage setting will scare away
the peasant customers!

Forget about the play!

With all these actresses here,
erotic dance is all we need!

What other options do we have?

Come on.

This is,

how it should be like.

Is that enough?
How about another one?

- All right.
- Tamao!

Learn to behave.
Hey, stop! You're going too far!

Oh, come on.
She's just saving me the trouble.

Here! Big brother, don't get angry,
I'm borrowing her for a moment.

Showtime is over. It's time for everyone
to act in their own play called love.

No spectators allowed!

- Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go!
- There you go!

Well, well, his character
exceeds what I had heard of him.

The Utagawa Mansion sure
is a splendid harlot house.

By the way, about my
companion for tonight...

Who is it going to be?

How about you, lady writer?

Well, that will happen eventually, but
I have a previous engagement for tonight.

Oh, I see... So you're a couple.
Sorry, I didn't know that.

Sorry. Go ahead, go ahead...

What in the world
is going on here, huh?

Akiko Utsugi is your ex-wife.

Pikaichi Doi is your wife
Ayaka's former husband.

Calling even that bunch here,

it's almost sheer madness, isn't it?

Sheer madness, huh?
That's well put.

- Did you get my letter?
- Of course I did.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come.
By the way, about Mr Kose...

He couldn't come with us, but he'll depart
tonight and probably arrive tomorrow.

- Mr. Kose?
- Uh-huh.

What's that about Mr. Kose?

What about him, you ask?
I'm confused.

You said in your letter to
bring Mr. Kose along.

- In my letter?
- Uh-huh.

I never wrote such a thing.

I wrote asking only for
the two of you to come.

Huh?

Never mind, I think
I get what's going on.

It's not only the letter
addressed to you.

For the Kamiyama couple
and especially Pikaichi Doi,

I would never send
an invitation for them.

- And yet they got an invitation.
- Wait a minute.

You have the letter, right, Kyoko?

Yes.

- Here.
- Oh.

Someone unsealed the letter at
one point and made a fair copy.

I know it because they've used
the same text that I wrote.

Listen.

I'm saying that someone rewrote it while
adding some parts and removing others.

I mean, I would never use an
expression like "a horrible crime".

Actually, the ending:
"A dark sea of blood is in sight".

That's definitely my sentence.
But that's...

Never mind.

Shall I tell him in your stead?

So Kayoko told you
everything, didn't she?

Yes.

Ms. Kayoko said,

"I'm marrying brother Kazuma.
I'm sure God will allow us".

"And then we'll die together".

- Hey, wait a minute.
- Yashiro.

I fell in love with Kayoko.
And it's not like a mere sibling love,

nor is it like the love I
have for Ayaka.

It's like... an amazing,
catastrophic passion.

I see.

"A dark sea of blood is
in sight", huh?

Believe me when I tell you that
the last line is still a possibility.

Overcoming that would
mean Kayoko's death.

For me, Ayaka is...

As long as I have Ayaka...

My, my! It looks like courtesan
Tamao has returned.

Did you stay over last night?

- Oh, my head hurts.
- Did you stay up all night?

Uh-uh, I slept a lot
and I'm still sleepy.

Am I sleepy because
we're in the mountains?

What if you're ill?

If I, with no talents except eating,
has no appetite, it might be an illness.

Isn't it morning sickness?

If that's the case, you should
have Mr. Ebizuka examine you.

Oh no, what if he finds
that I'm actually ill?

Mr. Wani is dead.

What?

Mr. Wani... was murdered.

Sunpei, come with me.

Everyone wait here, please.

Mr. Ebizuka, you should come too.

Sure.

- Excuse me.
- Darling!

Wani Mochizuki is certainly dead.

No, he has been murdered.

How do you know it was murder?

Even though Wani was like a beast,
piercing his own heart with a dagger...

He could never pull such a stunt.

I know who's the culprit!

It's Ms. Akiko Utsugi.

You really are something,
since you're capable of murder.

This is Ms. Utsugi's favorite
Dunhill lighter, am I right?

It was on Mr. Wani's desk
from his bedside.

In the ashtray on the desk, there
was a cigarette butt with lipstick on it.

There was no such thing in that
room last night while I was there.

It's over for you!

That's not true, I didn't kill him!

A dagger? I would never...
I don't know anything of that!

Yes, something terrible happened.
Uh? Can you hear me?

It's the famous popular writer,
Mr. Wani Mochizuki from Tokyo.

Leave it as it is.
As it is.

So this is Mr. Utagawa's
actual handwriting?

It's so well done.

You can't tell it apart from the
original. It's impressive.

Excuse me, Mr. Kose.

A detective's
and a lawyer's work are similar,

so we should be working together here.

Well, I'm not here as a detective.

I was invited here for
food and drinks,

so to stumble upon a murder case
on arrival... that's terrible.

- Kose, come here.
- Okay.

- What's that?
- A bell.

There might be other stuff under the bed.
Hey, Read-a-Lot, you take a look too.

- Oh!
- Huh?

This is strange...

Why was this used to
wipe under the bed?

There's not even a single drop of
blood or water on it whatsoever.

I would like too see everyone's
rooms if possible.

Oh, of course.

Mr. Hitomi, go ahead.

Mr. Hitomi!

Thanks.

By the way, I'm sorry for bringing
this up during the meal, but...

Would it be okay if I ask you a few
light questions in a casual mood?

The mansion's locks matter
seems to be quite a delicate one.

No one here in these deep
mountains lock their doors.

Because the fear of thieves
is inexistent.

Mr. Inspector, let's cut the small talk.

The criminal didn't come
from the outside.

Almost everyone in this mansion
wanted to kill Mochizuki.

I see.

But your theory doesn't prove that the
criminal didn't come from the outside.

Since the used dagger was adorned
in a rack in the lounge,

that must mean that the culprit
is familiar with the house.

Brother! Stop.

Mr. Inspector, what would you
like to know?

When and who killed him?
Isn't that right?

The owner of this lighter,

Ms. Akiko Utsugi, should be able
to clear that for you.

It was around 1 o'clock when
I went to Mr. Wani's room.

Mr. Wani was asleep.

With no sign of waking up, even
after trying to shake him, I,

sat on the bed and
smoked a cigarette.

Did you happen to have some of
the drink from the flask at that time?

Yes, I drank some of what was left.

- What is that drink?
- Geranium thunbergii.

Mr. Wani looked strong,
but he had a weak stomach.

He used to gulp down geranium
thunbergii everyday like it was tea.

Excuse me, but, do you always
take a lighter with you

even when you shortly
visit another room?

That's not always the case,
but Mr. Wani wasn't a smoker.

Last night, I first went out
without the lighter.

But the door was locked.

So I initially went back,

but then realized that I happened
to have the key for Mr. Wani's room.

I looked for it and found it.

So, I took the cigarettes and
the lighter and went right back.

I see. And what happened
with that key?

I took it back with me.

I locked the door after intentionally
leaving the lighter behind.

I did that so Mr. Wani
would notice my visit.

I went there, but someone else who also
had a key might have went there as well.

And who that might be, only
Mr. Wani would know, right?

That's why I've left my
Dunhill lighter behind.

Lies! That's a huge lie!

This morning, when I discovered
Mr. Wani's body, the door wasn't locked.

How could I have entered the room and
discover the body when I don't have a key?

Well, this is getting complicated.

Does every room in this house
share the same lock?

No, each one is different.

So Ms. Utsugi has
Mr. Mochizuki's key.

Who else is able to lock and
unlock that room's door?

I mean, who else has
the key for that room?

Let me see.

I had them make three keys.

One of them should be inside
a desk in the hall next door.

The other one should be in the safe,
if I'm not mistaken.

About the one in the drawer...

Hey, Keen-nose, you go and
check it out.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry for disturbing you
during the meal.

- Is it there?
- No.

Who's staying in the room
next to Mr. Mochizuki's?

Oh, Mr. Yumihiko Tango.

I often read your work
in the magazines.

Did you happen to hear any strange sounds
coming from the next room last night?

Yeah, but I stopped paying attention
since I hear strange sounds every night.

Well, now that Wani's dead, I can probably
have a quiet sleep from tonight onwards.

- Listen here.
- Uh?

How are you supposed to distinguish
sex sounds from murder sounds? Right?

Excuse me.
Excuse me, Madam.

Excuse me, but those slippers...

What about my pantoufle?

Pantou?

I see, so they're not slippers,
they're shoes.

- Did you also wear those yesterday?
- Yes, I wore them yesterday too.

A bell seems to be missing.

Indeed. I noticed this morning, when
I put them on, that a bell was missing.

- What is it?
- It's nothing. Excuse me.

I know we weren't a couple
before coming here,

however, flirting with another man
while under the same roof...

That's a matter of character!

She broke off with Utagawa
and got together with me.

And that never made me feel inferior.

But now I feel humiliated.

Getting this done to me makes
me feel like a dog.

I can feel a dog's humiliation!

Isn't it too late to throw around
pseudo-Hamlet lines?

Getting together and
breaking up here,

shows that the swiftness
of retributive justice is consistent.

That sure is a great thing.
Right, Ms. Utsugi?

Hey! Stop!

Damn it!

Hmm...

It looks like he needs
to be knocked out.

How about we all surround him
and punch him?

These days it seems that you need to
be ready to use your fists for a beauty.

Say, Mokubee.

Are there any hunchback
fencers in France?

Mr. Utsumi is going to write
an anthology for me.

Apparently the theme is "for a homely
woman's aching heart". Isn't than nice?

"Aching heart" is unnecessary.

I compose poems just for the
homely woman's sake.

Oh my, it's so unlike you to be shy.

You speak so much when
we're alone though.

A homely woman shouldn't
court an ugly man.

A homely woman should secretly
yearn for a handsome man.

And an ugly man's worth would be
to die in agony for a beautiful woman.

I think I'll retire for tonight and
maybe write some poems.

For the homely woman's sake.

Wait. Let's take a walk.

She's so slatternly.

Isn't she quite cute?

Is that what you call cute?
That's so disgusting.

A crow wearing peafowl feathers
would look better than that.

Hmm...

I'm going to drink a lot tonight.

You should stop, Ms. Tamao,
or you'll throw up afterwards.

She's right, Ms. Tamao.
Drinking that much is bad for your health.

I know, but let me have
just a little more.

When I drink quietly like this,
I can see a vision.

A vision of Mr. Wani
getting murdered.

I can clearly see it.

Even the expression of a woman
swinging downward a dagger,

I see it clearly.

She has a devil face for sure.

A jealous devil face!

Let's not talk about that.

All right? Let's call it a day.

Come, let's go.

Ms. Utsugi, unlike when you
were her sister-in-law,

I see that Ms. Tamao gets along
quite well with Ms. Ayaka.

Indeed.

We were at daggers drawn, after all.

Madam, the young Missus is feeling
sick and she's throwing up.

Could Dr. Ebizuka...?

Don't be absurd!

Calling for a medical scientist
to nurse a drunkard?

I would never do that even
for a queen. Get out!

Just ask Ms. Kotoji.

- Change the washbowl, please.
- Yes, ma'am.

The relationship diagram between the people
present here in the Utagawa Mansion

would look something like this.

Tamon Utagawa's legitimate
child is Kazuma.

Tamao is the daughter he had with
his second wife, Ms. Kaji.

Kayoko is the fruit of Tamon's
toying around with his maid.

What's this "Nagumo family"?

Ms. Yura is Tamon's younger sister,
so they live under the same roof.

Therefore, Chigusa is Kazuma's cousin.

I see.
So, about these concubines...

Well, about that...

They're women that served him
in the bedroom over the years,

and that he gave to his employees
after getting tired of them.

That is, Kosono was
given to Kamiyama.

Teruyo to the cook, Tsubohei,
and Kyoko...

I already know the whole story
of her eloping with you.

Still...

This looks more like a correlation diagram
than a relationship diagram.

Take a look at this.

This was found in the mailbox.

"Who killed Ms. Kaji? Everything will
end on her first death anniversary".

"The hatred and the curse too".

Um, um... Ms. Kaji is...

Like I said, she's Ms. Tamao's birth
mother and Kazuma's stepmother.

Ms. Kaji passed away last year in
September from cardiac asthma.

At that time, for some reason,

a rumor that I poisoned her
spread through the village.

Probably someone like Tamao or
Ebizuka spread that just for fun.

Even so, this is a cruel harassment.

September 10, the destined day

What's going to happen
on September 10?

What's going to happen on your
stepmother's death anniversary?

What in the world awaits us?

Darling, tie the door
with a string.

No, you must use a wire.

Radio calisthenics no.1.
Ready?

In which teapot was boiled
the geranium thunbergii?

Here.

I have a theory, but I'm
not sure of it.

The culprit who murdered
Wani had the key.

He locked the door once,
while Wani was still alive.

And left without locking
the door after killing him.

Say, what if when Ms. Utsugi unlocked
the door and went inside the room,

the culprit was already
inside the room?

Yes, probably that's the case.

And under that bed,
Ms. Ayaka's bell was found.

No, I think you have it wrong there.

Mrs. Ayaka has a perfect alibi
for that night.

I mean, she was soundly sleeping
in Mr. Kazuma's arms, after all.

Mr. Kazuma confirmed it.

The autopsy result revealed
an unexpected fact.

Before being stabbed with the
dagger, Mr. Mochizuki

was first dosed with a large
quantity of sleeping drugs.

However, when we examined him,

we didn't find any sleeping drugs
among Mr. Mochizuki's belongings.

Was the sleeping drug perhaps
in the geranium thunbergii?

That's right. Do you have
any clues about that?

Yesterday morning, I knew something was
strange when I was feeling dizzy and sleepy.

And also...

"And also", what?

Ms. Tamao also said her head hurt
and that she was feeling sleepy.

So it just came to mind that Ms. Tamao
probably also drank some.

Who boiled the geranium thunbergii?

Last night, I mean
the night before yesterday,

it was Ms. Tamao herself that
boiled the geranium thunbergii.

I know that because I was helping the
Tsubohei couple with the cooking.

After boiling it, Ms. Tamao
took it off the fire to let it cool,

and then poured it in the flask.

Mrs. Ayaka was also there, right?

Yes, I was preparing a meat pie.

That's the only thing
I take pride in, after all.

Then the two ladies, the Madam
and the Tsubohei couple...

While it was being boiled,
besides these five people,

did you see anyone else
in the kitchen?

I don't remember everyone.

I mean, the gentlemen kept coming
and going to the kitchen that day.

Ms. Kyoko and Ms. Utsugi
were also there that day.

Yes. They were making
buckwheat noodles, right?

I came to observe that, then began
to help with this and that...

Even when Ms. Tamao took the
geranium thunbergii off the stove,

I happened to be present there.

So, from taking it out of the pouch,
to putting it in the kettle,

to putting it on the stove,
then taking it off after boiling,

to filling the flask and carrying it,
it was all done by Ms. Tamao, right?

Yes, that's right.

I see.

To tell you the truth, the result
from analyzing the leftover leafs

is that the sleeping drugs
weren't poured in the flask,

but they were, without a doubt,
put inside the kettle while it was boiling.

Wasn't it that day?

When Mr. Pikaichi was showing off
the big snake he caught.

Hey, someone bring
a knife, quickly!

Oh my, it's a snake.

I'll turn this into a side dish
for dinner. Look!

- Where did you catch it?
- Say, doesn't it bite?

I hate even the sight of a snake.

Say, Mrs. Ayaka, the two of us didn't
even look at Mr. Pikaichi, right?

Acting like Susanoo-no-Mikoto.
How repulsive!

The young Missus...

Huh? What?

...was murdered.

Everyone, stay put right here
for the time being!

- Let's go.
- Yes.

Hey, who opened this glass door?

It was me this morning
when I cleaned up.

- Hey, call the forensics!
- Yes, sir!

How was it?

Well...

Wasn't it a suicide, Mr. Kose?

- Huh?
- A premeditated suicide.

Well...

There are some suicides that
only look like strangulations.

However, in Ms. Tamao's case,

there seems to be no doubt
about it not being a murder.

That's strange.
Then, who in the world...?

Madam, the gentlemen from Mr. Mochizuki's
publishing company have arrived.

I see.

Mr. Yashiro, if it's convenient
for you, please follow me.

The Master is waiting for you.

Was this glass always here?

No, it was brought because the young
Missus wanted to drink water.

Is this salt water?

- Huh?
- No, it's fresh water.

Come, come now.
I'm glad you're here.

I would've really liked to be out
and have a good time with you all,

but I have recently caught a cold
and my stomach is aching.

You easily get sick and every illness
is rough when you live in retirement.

Work worries are now fragile.

You must be disheartened
after what happened today.

Oh well, all of this,

might be my fault.

Because I am as I am,

it was inevitable that my children
would also be born to be peculiar.

Excuse my hospitality even
though you were invited here,

but I would like you to have
this as a keepsake.

This is a Bada Shanren painting
that I purchased in Peking.

Boundless silence...
Isn't that what you'd call solitude?

This is something deep
that thrills one's soul.

And also... for Kyoko...
I have this.

A necktie pin that I purchased
on my abroad travels from Paris.

It has 18 karat.

Did you know that Tamao aborted
a certain man's offspring?

No.
What certain man?

I thought it was Wani Mochizuki.

That was until Tamao was killed.

I thought that Tamao had killed Wani.

She was a girl capable of such a thing.

But Tamao was also killed now.

What is Kazuma saying?

Well, nothing really.

The one who hated Tamao the most

was none other than Kazuma.

I'm sure you can tell at a glance what
this powder is since you're a nurse.

It must be morphine.
But I have no use for such a thing.

It is my first time seeing
it in this room.

Mr. Wani's remains have been returned.

All right.

Come now, everybody, shall we?

Mr. Utsumi, why don't you stay?

It's about a two km walk.

It would be best if you stay behind.

Yes, it's kind of lonely for only us,
women, to be left behind.

- Right?
- Yes.

Oh my, you're so popular,
Mr. Quasimodo.

I'm going.

Otherwise, Wani won't blissfully turn into
ashes if I'm not the one to say the requiem.

Hey, Mr. Hunchback.

Get on the wagon, I'll push you.

It might be a coffin wagon, but there's
nothing to be superstitious about.

Then, don't mind if I do.

Here we go!
One-two! One-two!

One-two! One-two!

One-two! One-two!
One-two!

I happened to ride the
coffin wagon today,

and the man pulling it
told me something strange.

Among the ones
evacuated to this village,

there's a terrorist that says
an erotic writer like Wani

is Japan's cancer and that
he should be killed.

This man also really hates
Ms. Tamao.

He apparently said something like,
"That kind of women will ruin Japan".

I hear that even the police has started
to keep an eye on this man.

Even though that man was an evacuee,
he's originally from this village.

He's a veteran called Tonegoro Okuda,
he's a draftsman or something.

After discharge, with his house burned down
and no sign of his wife and children,

he kind of went a little crazy.

At his evacuee room's windows,
he hanged signboards that said,

"Confucius Laboratory" and
"The 'Analects of Confucius' Society".

He might be a lunatic,
but he sure is rational.

He even visits my clinic sometimes.

I even heard that
he sent a letter addressed to,

"The grotesque slut of gentleman
Tamon Utagawa".

But he said he didn't receive a reply.

Since he didn't name her,
with the many sluts he has,

he presumed that they probably
yielded to each other.

Hey, you snobby gentleman-mask
wearing quack.

You sure are a despicable
high-strung bastard.

Who in the world do you think
you are, huh, you bastard?

Then why are you sitting on the same
table with the unpleasant people!?

Get over here!

Just get the hell out!

Oh!

Hey you, enough with all that.

Listen here, you might not
know Ms. Tamao well,

but she was definitely killed by someone
among us, excluding Kose.

What do you mean by
"someone among us"?

We here are all men of letters.

How about being more responsible
with your words, huh?

Do you know where Chigusa is?

I don't know.

I haven't seen Ms. Chigusa
for a while now.

She wasn't here at dinner either,
right, Mr. Ebizuka?

Don't ask me!

Say, Ms. Kocho, have you
seen Ms. Chigusa?

Was she there at dinner?

No, I haven't seen her there, right?

Oh my, I wonder where she is?
I thought I'd find her here.

Where could have she gone?

You've said that you view
us as lunatics,

but the way I see it, you are
the lunatic here!

Well said! Well said!

You seem to ostracize our conduct
as men of letters,

but what about yourself,
when every night

you're being intimate with a certain
lady in the fishing pavilion?

Moreover, while pretending
to do a medical examination,

you apparently hold Ms. Kayoko's hand or
play with her breasts for a long time.

Also, I overheard that lately you're quite
infatuated with Ms. Kae, a cute maid,

and that under the pretext
of a breast disease,

or some internal organ disorder,

you're forcing her to get naked.

Just what in the world are you
doing at your clinic?

Comparing the passion of us,
men of letters, with that of others,

results that yours is rather unusual!

That cryptic-abnormal view must be
because of your inferiority complex?

Great! Great! Great!
You're right on the mark.

Great doctor.

Wise doctor.

Those eyes.
It's those eyes!

Everyone, look!

These eyes, these glaring eyes of
a lunatic. They're eyes that can kill.

They're the eyes of a bloodthirsty murderer
that finds satisfaction in a sea of blood.

- You can't hide your true colors!
- Excuse me... Excuse me...

I can't find Chigusa anywhere.

Does anyone know where she is?

Don't tell me you think that
she's going to get killed too?

Don't worry, granny.
She's just in heat.

That's right, Ms. Chigusa
went out on a secret date.

You knew about it?

Ms. Chigusa received
a letter from her lover.

She fluttered it before me,
but I didn't read it.

Then she went out around 6 o'clock.

Where to?

I do not know.

Who is the gentleman?

I think it might be better if
I don't say it.

You idiots!

Wow...
Wow! What a charade.

What's with all this murder charade?

This house itself is a big charade.

I want to call it a
brothel, but on the

contrary, it's like a
cluster of sexual desire.

- It's a lunatic's erotic nest!
- Shut up! Be silent!

You go back to Tokyo!

You should leave, right now!

What did you say, you bitch?

I dare you say that again!

Stop it!
Hey, what are you doing?

- Let me go!
- Stop. Stop it.

Damn it.
Now you've done it!

You slut! You bitch!

Hey! Stop it!

- Hey! What are you doing?
- Everyone stay out of this.

You thug! You criminal!

You prostitute! Wait, you bitch!
You slut! You bitch!

You bitch!

Wait! You bitch!

Damn you! Get up!

- Where!?
- Out... Outside!

Hey, stop it!
Hey, hey!

- Ayaka! Ayaka, run!
- Let go! Let me go, you bastard!

Stop it!

Wait, you slut!

Wait! You slut, you bitch!
Wait!

Open the door, you slut!
Open up! Come out!

He's coming, he's coming.

I'll kill you, you bastards!

Come out, you slut!

I said open up!

Damn you.
I'm gonna strangle you to death.

- Are you on a stroll?
- It's not a stroll, it's a search.

Ms. Chigusa is nowhere
to be found since last night.

Oh? What's this handbag
doing here?

She barely put up any resistance.

There's no sign of violence either.

This darn criminal, isn't he quite
gentlemanly towards a lady's honor?

She was dragged here
all the way from there.

Mr. Utsumi?

Are you awake?

Hey, did you take it?

Yes. But nothing clear came out yet.

Oh, really?

"Dangerous relation", huh?

Uh-huh, that's right.

Three stab marks on the side
and two on the chest.

The murder weapon is the same
as in Mr. Wani Mochizuki's case.

It's the one from the display case
above the dresser in the lounge.

So, about the drunken
frenzy of artist Doi...

Let me see, until around 11 o'clock,
he stood yelling in front of the door,

with fiery glint in his eyes, just like
the two guardian Deva kings.

Wow, that was such a
splendid gallantry.

I'm sorry about that.
Carry on, please.

From around 12 o'clock, he sat on the floor
with his back leaned against the door,

and he was still screaming out loud.

Despite my appearance,
I'm an avid reader,

so I was lying down reading
a book last night.

Then Mr. Doi's yells began withering,
ceasing at around 2 o'clock.

That's when I gently opened
the door and peaked out

to find artist Doi asleep.

His back, which he leaned against
the door, was now on the floor.

So all the guests here

were evacuees during the war?

- Yes, the majority was evacuated here.
- I see.

- Artist Doi also?
- No, it's his first time here.

Then, about the neighborhood...

Well, I don't think
he's familiar with it.

I see. Thank you.

Oh, we've been waiting for you.

I apologize for calling you
during this hectic time.

By the way, doctor, you seem
to go out every night.

- Did you have an emergency tonight?
- That is ridiculous.

Why would I stay here every night?
That is ridiculous.

How did you get that hand injury?

I fell down on the mountain
trail last night.

Mr. Ebizuka, I know that
you have a bad leg,

but to take four hours and a half to walk
from this house to the hospital

seems a little too much.

I was walking the whole time.

I was walking.

But I don't always go straight
on the same road.

Did you visit or meet someone
along the way to talk to,

or something like that?

There's no one in this village worthy
of my visit. That is ridiculous.

After all, Ms. Chigusa was already
dead at 9:30 p.m., right?

On August 18, between 6 and 7 p.m.,
Chigusa Nagumo was murdered,

and on the same night between 11 and
12 o'clock, Akira Utsumi was murdered.

After Wani Mochizuki's cremation,
everyone started walking back at 6 p.m.

Here we go! Heave-ho!
Heave-ho!

"The plain woman and the hunchback
are to rendez-vous"

"today at 6:30-7 o'clock
at the back of Miwa Shrine."

"Further details when I see you".

Mr. Utsumi is crazy about me.

But calling me a plain woman is rude.

I'm off to give that Notre-Dame
hunchback a scolding.

Is Mr. Yashiro here?

Or Mr. Kamiyama?

They're both not here.
What is it?

You see, Grandpa,

says he wants to know about the
place where Chigusa was killed.

Excuse me...
Is there something wrong?

Good morning.

He exerted himself to walk
and look at him now.

For old people, it's hard to do today
what they could do ten days ago.

I was told that you are ill.

Well, since this morning,
he was feeling a little better.

He wanted to go around the place
where Chigusa's body was found.

It's just an old man's stubbornness.

Who is this gentleman?

He's a mansion guest called Mr. Yashiro.

You know, the gentleman
who married Ms. Kyoko.

Oh, I see.
That gentleman.

After three consecutive nights of murder, a week
has passed without anything happening.

Hello.

Good afternoon.

Are we celebrating something today?

The young Master was born
on August 26.

Oh my, Ms. Kayoko, what
a rare sight.

Since today is my brother's birthday,

- I came here to the mansion.
- Oh, I see.

Over here.

Go ahead.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to
introduce you Mr. Tonegoro Okuda.

Rather than calling him a
"Analects of Confucius" scholar,

he's the most earnest and honest

practitioner of the
"Analects of Confucius",

ascetic and sage.

Go ahead.

- People don't live to eat...
- Hey, hey, hey!

That's not from the "Analects of Confucius".
Cut it with the cheap semi-Western sermon.

Lunatic hicks should stay quiet.

That'll never liven up a party.

This is truly offensive.
Hey, Ebizuka!

Not only your presence alone at our
gathering is unpleasant and useless,

you dare bring a stranger
who seeks our approval?

Mr. Ebizuka.

As the host of this gathering,

I find that man's trespassing unacceptable,
so take him out of here.

And also, you should stop attending
this gathering for the time being.

Well, in Tokyo you won't hear the sermon
of a "Analects of Confucius" sage.

Recklessly chasing away someone
without investigating his true worth,

for a performer's attitude...

Performer my ass!
Intellectual my ass!

No wonder your novels don't sell.

Come now, people like you should
make themselves disappear.

And one-two, one-two,
one-two, one-two.

One-two, one-two,
one-two, one-two...

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Oh, they'll bring you food right now.

Just let me get you a chair.

Mr. Ebizuka.

The difference in character between you and
the people gathered here is way too big.

From now on, I would like you to exclude
yourself from this gathering.

- You should go eat in the main building.
- Ms. Kyoko, could you...?

- Another bowl.
- Hey, darling, come here.

- Just a little.
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Kose.
- Oh, okay.

Here you go.

- Oh my. It was you, detective?
- Yeah.

I just thought of taking
a little lookout stroll.

Then, was that also you hiding
in the bush just now?

I'm not sure, who knows?

I wasn't actually planing it,
but I shall go on a patrol for you.

- I'd appreciate that.
- No problem.

Darling, sugar.

Son-of-a-bitch, you're always giving
me the same chipped teacup.

It's you who went on a rampage
and chipped the coffee teacup.

You reap what you sow.

Oh? I should have given
that to lady Kayo instead.

This one's more chipped.

Then, let's give this to Ms. Kayoko.

Since this one has less chips.

- Right?
- Yes.

Ms. Kayoko!
What's wrong? Get a grip!

- Ms. Kayoko!
- Kayoko! Kayoko!

- Kayoko! Kayoko!
- Ms. Kayoko!

Hey, call a doctor!
What are you all dilly-dallying for?

Don't you stand up!
Listen up, no one moves!

No one leaves!
And, don't touch anything on the table!

Got it?
Ms. Kayoko was poisoned.

She got killed in my stead!

Son-of-a-bitch!
Who tried to poison me?

Look!
You killed Ms. Kayoko instead!

You have my condolences.

Could you accompany me
to the main building?

Sure.

Everyone, I'm really ashamed
of our incompetence,

but evidently our opponent is the
most devilish among devils.

Tonight, two murders were committed
simultaneously in two different places.

- Two?
- That's right, two.

Mr. Tamon Utagawa and
Ms. Kayoko.

Moreover, the plan was carried out
right in the kitchen next door.

In other words, they both had
their food poisoned.

Ms. Kayoko with potassium cyanide,

and Mr. Tamon Utagawa
was killed with morphine.

- Who prepared Mr. Tamon's meal?
- It's me, sir.

The Master avoids eating quadrupeds,

so tonight's menu was grilled sweetfish,
carp sashimi, broth soup,

cubed tofu and boiled vegetables.

And after the meal,
he had pudding, as usual.

- And who made the pudding?
- It was the Madam, sir.

You see, the morphine was
put inside the pudding.

But that's impossible.

Nothing really happened while
I was making the pudding.

I have never even left the place.

And I didn't notice anything
suspicious either.

Excuse me, Madam, what if
it was in the sugar?

- What about the sugar?
- Sir.

Um, because of the Master's
poor health,

he usually didn't
consume normal sugar.

Um, with the limited things
that the Master could eat,

we had a special jar
of sugar prepared.

So we started using
beet sugar for him.

Check it out.

- Send some of this to the office.
- Yes, sir.

When did you use the sugar before
using it for the pudding?

We used it with the black
tea at lunch.

Since for lunch we made sandwiches,

I personally poured the black tea and
sugar in 360 ml of milk and boiled it.

- But you first took a larger quantity?
- Yes, that's right.

I took a quantity that I thought would
be enough for the pudding too.

Did the Master drink all of it?

Um...

He drank it all.

- You served him the lunch, right?
- Yes.

Did anything strange happen after that?

No.

Did anyone come to
the kitchen after lunch?

Yes... no.

After lunch, everyone went
for an afternoon nap,

so until 3 o'clock no one
came to the kitchen.

So from 1:30 to 3 o'clock
the kitchen was empty, right?

Yes, that's right.

It's just... around 2 o'clock
the sweetfish had arrived.

Um, Ms. Moroi delivered it.

Delivering the sweetfish
is also a part of your job?

I was the only employee awake
in the house at that time.

And the kitchen was empty
at that time, right?

No, someone was there.

Who was it?

It was lady Kayo.

Ms. Moroi, you're counting on the fact
that dead men tell no tales, don't you?

You might be right.

I realize it's absurd to trust my words.

By the way, why did you exchange
the coffee teacups?

Why did I exchange teacups?
Before answering that...

Now, Mr. Inspector, please listen well.

My teacup had a mark on it.
It was a chip on the edge.

And in that teacup with a mark,
potassium cyanide was poured.

By whom?

I'm sure you all know very
well who that was.

But unfortunately, Ms. Kayoko's teacup
was chipped more than mine.

So after proposing that we switch them,
that's when tragedy struck.

I would immediately spit out the coffee
with potassium cyanide,

since I'm invulnerable.

Mr. Inspector,

if you investigate the ones who went
in and out the dining room after the meal,

you'll find the culprit right away.

Stop lying!

You poured potassium cyanide
in your own teacup,

and then gave it to Ms. Kayoko.

This person here is a sleight
of hand master, you know.

Be it cards or dices,

he's more skilled at magic tricks
than he is at gambling.

He is a fingertip magician,
you hear me.

Hey!

Ladies and gentlemen!

I'll now perform for your amusement
a black and white fantasy love story.

It's not like I'm a homicidal maniac.
Why would I kill Ms. Kayoko?

All murders have a motive.
We need to find the motive first.

Ladies and gentlemen!

I see.

"The entire inheritance
is to be fairly split in half

between Mr. Kazuma and Ms. Kayoko".

"Lady Yura and Seijiro Katakura
get 200,000 Yen each".

Seijiro Katakura...
Who is that?

Uh? Well... He's the clerk who served
this house his whole life.

He got sick this spring and
is currently recovering.

I see. If you'll excuse me.

- Hurry up.
- Yes, sir.

- Over here.
- All right.

Come inside.

Hey.

Mr. Sei, this gentleman
is from the police.

Greetings.

The death of Ms. Kayoko's mother
wasn't a suicide but a murder.

That's what a part of the
elders have been saying.

Is that true?

Mr. Inspector, that is something
that even I don't know.

I had noticed that the waistband
around her neck was lady Kaji's.

And that she was wearing one of
lady Kaji's clogs and one of hers.

Of course I knew that lady Kaji
wasn't involved in it.

However, I thought that the suspicion
might turn towards lady Kaji,

so I panicked.

Thinking back, it might
have been my rashness

that brought trouble
to this house, I believe.

In that bad moment, that villain...

Hmm...

It looks like the rumor that shook the
Utagawa Mansion wasn't a lie, after all.

Toyo Kamiyama's blackmail includes
another secret of this house.

Huh?

When the Master was still
20 years old,

before going to Tokyo to study,

he had a child with an inn maid
that he played around with.

This child was adopted into a
distant relative's family, but,

he grew up to commit
fraud and blackmail.

He eventually resorted to robbery
and ended up dying in prison.

He left behind two children,
however,

the elder one, Gentaro,
passed away three years ago.

Regarding the younger one.

He's the man named
Koji Ebizuka that's

currently working in
this village as a doctor.

That person is the Master's grandson.

Ebizuka is my blood relative...

The one who found out
about this secret

was again that scoundrel
called Toyo Kamiyama.

That damned Kamiyama
told Ebizuka everything,

and blackmailed lady Kaji with
a property distribution lawsuit.

I don't even remember how many times
I wanted to kill that damned Kamiyama,

but not doing it, is my
only regret in life.

That's the only thing that's
keeping me from dying now.

Excluding Mr. Kazuma,

is there any other child of
Mr. Tamon that's still alive?

There isn't anyone else left alive.

He was a man that had
only a few children.

Thank you.
If you'll excuse me.

Say Mr. Kose, what if some of these
incidents have different culprits?

Maybe the cases involving
the Utagawa family,

and Ms. Chigusa's, Mr. Wani's
and Mr. Utsumi's cases,

actually have different culprits?

I wonder.

When I'll record this for posterity,

I might name it
"The unrelated murder cases".

And that's because it's exactly
what the culprit is aiming at.

In other words, the culprit's plan

is to confuse us about which
case contains his motive.

Then, are you saying that all the cases
are the deed of the same culprit?

Well of course, that's obvious.

And that's because,

for so many characters with a shady past
to be gathered in the same building...

That's not just a coincidence,

but it was all according to
the criminal's will.

He even was kind enough
to summon me too.

I somewhat feel offended.

Then, what in the world would
the culprit's real motive be?

If I knew that, I would've already
known who's the culprit.

- Going out?
- Yes.

I looks like you got a little
too greedy, artist Doi.

Excuse me.

Wow.

- That's ten.
- This is bad.

Hi there.
Are you going out?

- Yes, for a bit.
- I see.

Excuse me, Mr. Yashiro.

Today, I'll join you to the mineral
spring. Lead the way.

You're going to the mineral spring too?

No, I have a Go meeting at the
postmaster's place.

Oh my, his house is not
this way, you know?

Yeah, but what I mean is
that while I do like Go,

I tend to dislike it when
it comes to meetings.

Therefore, when I'm supposed
to walk to the meeting place,

my legs naturally start walking
in the opposite way.

You are twisted from birth, I see.

Say, while at it, why don't you come
with us to the mineral spring inn?

Hmm, hearing that makes my legs
naturally turn the other way.

If you'll excuse me.

See you.

He sure is eccentric.

Your symptoms are definitely
a breast disease sign.

Today, I shall give you a
physical examination.

Come now, come, come.

- No! I don't want to!
- Hey!

If you don't do as you're told,
I will restrain and then undress you!

No! Let me go!
Let me go!

I went there twice, but
he wasn't home.

Then, you should've asked
to wait for him inside.

Hello.

Did you see Ms. Akiko get on
the same bus with you?

No.

- Keep up the good work.
- Hello.

- Hey, go call the forensics!
- Yes, sir.

I'm really sorry about it.

I got absorbed into a billiards bet,

and failed to prevent it again.

However, I won't let
the criminal get away.

"September 10, the destined day",
huh?

I'll return before September 10,

but do tell Mr. Kazuma
to be really careful.

He can even tie the door
with a string if he wants.

And also be cautious
about the food.

Better safe than sorry, and view
everyone as the culprit.

For what reason
are you going on a trip?

To search for material evidence.

Evidence?
Isn't there any here?

No, there isn't.

All I can say is that the criminal got
himself trapped between time and space.

And also psychologically...

However, I have no material
evidence to say the least.

Then, does that mean you know
who the criminal is?

Yeah.

That's why I need to make sure that
this personage is the one for sure.

Mr. Ebizuka, you took the 12:40 bus
and headed to Niitsu.

I need you to tell me what
you did from 9 to 12:40.

Mr. Ebizuka!

Yesterday, between 9:40-9:50 you entered
the Utagawa Mansion via the back gate.

Then went in the main building
and ordered the maid, Ms. Yae,

to bring nurse Moroi to you.

However, at that time, nurse Moroi did not
take the second bus to town.

And you turned pale the
moment you heard that.

Then, apparently, you had
a sudden change of heart.

"I'll be going ahead to
the fishing pavilion",

"so just call Ms. Kae for me,"
you said.

And went to the fishing pavilion.

- You insolent fool! That's a lie!
- Hey!

After getting Ms. Yae's message,
wondering what it could be,

Ms. Kae headed towards
the fishing pavilion at once.

And then she found you waiting
for her with a stethoscope.

Excuse me.

That's nonsense.
You insolent fool!

Calm down!

Ms. Kae was surprised
and fought back.

Fortunately, grandma Yura, who was on a
stroll around the area, heard her screams,

and came to take a look
in the fishing pavilion.

Thus, interrupting your erotic plan and
allowing Ms. Kae to escape your claws.

Am I right?

I called Ms. Kae here too,
but if that's not enough,

I could call grandma Yura
as well, if you want.

Then, you nervously rushed like a
madman to the Utagawa Mansion,

and that was around 10 or 10:10.

Now, where and what did you do after
that before getting on the 12:40 bus?

You idiots!
You lunatics!

All you bastards will meet divine
punishment and get massacred!

You darn lunatics!
You huge idiots!

Why aren't you arresting him?
Why?

We have no evidence and we are
a democratic police, you see.

I also went to Niitsu, but I took
the second bus.

I went together with lady Kyoko,

and we also met with
lady Kotoji at the bus stop.

We got off at the Taisho
Street in Niitsu,

and since my husband is running
for the election,

I went to talk with the influential
people in town.

After that, by chance, I ran into
lady Kyoko on the last bus.

I went out with the first bus and
returned with the last one.

I see.

Did you notice anything
unusual about your wife?

From my perspective,
that woman is always unusual.

We stay in different rooms since
we came to this house...

What I mean is that, in reality,
we are actually separated.

I see.

She ignored me and calmly,
under that situation with Wani,

it's as you already know...

Anyway, since that woman couldn't live
three days without feeling a man's body,

I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

Does that mean that you usually didn't
have intercourse with your wife?

Well, we were more
estranged than strangers.

In other words, since we were under war,
we weren't strangers, we were enemies.

Thank you for your cooperation.

- How about him?
- Yes, sir.

He definitely took the
first bus to Niitsu.

I see.

Artist Doi, lawyer Kamiyama
and Mr. Kose,

have the alibi of playing
billiards the whole day.

Mrs. Yashiro, Mrs. Kamiyama
and nurse Moroi...

Since the victim's estimated
time of death was around noon,

I think it would be all right
to exclude them.

Mr. Kazuma took the
9:20 bus to Kanbara.

He said he went to a relative's
place, right?

Yes, we're now checking with
the Kanbara police station.

Good. Mr. Tango took the
10:50 bus to Kanbara.

After arriving in Kanbara, he ate
sweetfish, then took an afternoon nap.

Mr. Yashiro was at the mineral spring
inn, writing his manuscript.

Mrs. Ayaka, at the same
mineral spring,

took a bath and then
returned home.

Kotoji Moroi.

On September 3.
What were you doing?

Confess everything!

Nonsense.

Kotoji Moroi, you wicked woman.

Hypocrite Mokubee Miyake!

On September 3, you,
Mokubee Miyake,

had a secret meeting in Niitsu
with Kotoji Moroi!

Acting all righteous, you dare insult me?
You dare insult your wife's infidelity,

while you're committing adultery
with Kotoji Moroi? Hey!?

You, hypocrite Mokubee Miyake,
answer me!

Ladies and gentlemen! Behold!
Hypocrite Mokubee Miyake!

- While acting all righteous...
- Mr. Ebizuka!

You are caught red-handed for assault.

Hey, you! What are you doing?
Hey!

You insolent fool!
Let me go! Hey!

I apologize for the disturbance,
sorry.

You insolent fool! Let me go!
What are you doing?

September 10, the destined day.

Stop!

Let... let me go!

Madam, what's wrong!?

Open up, please!

Madam! What happened!?

Hey, open the door!

- You guys, stay here. Stand guard!
- Yes, sir!

Here.

Hey, careful not to disturb the
crime scene. Turn on the light.

Yes, sir.

- Hey!
- Yes, sir.

- Hey, Keen-nose, bring some water.
- Yes, sir.

What's wrong?

Are you all right?

When I suddenly woke up,
it was completely dark.

Someone was holding me down,
and when I woke up scared,

I heard my husband's soft
voice saying, "It's me".

My husband, embracing me gently.

"I'm going to die.
Please, die together with me".

"I can't take it anymore", he said.

Shocked, I asked:
"What can't you endure"?

Instead of an answer,

he let out an "ugh" groan.

Suddenly, when I thought he was trying
to hug me tightly with intense power,

he started strangling me.

Without knowing it,
I fought back.

Then we tumbled down...

I don't remember what
happened next.

Did your husband say anything else?

No.

I see.

"The police caught up with me,
so it's all over".

That's what he said, right?

No, that's not true.

"I can't take it anymore",
is the only thing he said.

Last night, my husband, ever since
he came in the bedroom,

was agitated and unable to stay put.
He appeared to be terrified.

My husband,

since he believed Mr. Ebizuka
to be the culprit,

after he got arrested,

he was relieved.

So, the shock that paper notice
gave him was too much.

That was close.
You were lucky that you fainted.

Your husband committed suicide
after believing that you have died.

Why is that?

I am sorry to say this, but all the
tragedies so far were your husband's doing.

It's just that we couldn't arrest him,
because of lack of material evidence.

You're wrong!

I know.

Last night, when I went
to the dining room,

there was no paper notice
on the pillar.

My husband came with me
to the dining room,

and he never left his seat
until the dinner ended.

You are quite right.

To be honest, it was us who
put that paper notice.

"September 10, the destined day".

In other words, we used the
culprit's destined day.

This irony was the only thing
to get through the criminal.

- Hey.
- Yes, sir.

Um, the cup on the floor and also
that will looking thing on the desk.

I managed to follow the police
automobile halfway,

but then I had to run blindly.

Sorry, I'm kinda out
of shape these days.

I'm back.

Oh, Mr. Kose.

You're back?
I'm afraid you're too late, though.

The tragedy already ended
while you were away.

It's over?
Then, has Mr. Utagawa been killed?

No, Mr. Kazuma Utagawa
committed suicide.

Oh no... I'm too late.

Even without sleep,
and I still...

I made a big mistake.

Without sleep, huh?
That's too bad.

However we were also
sleepless last night.

Anyway, it's good that things
have finally settled down.

Damn it!
I won't let you get away.

So I was too late?

I know it's too late now,
but I'm going to unmask him.

- Who are you going to unmask?
- The criminal.

But Kazuma Utagawa already
committed suicide.

Mr. Utagawa died from poison,
am I right?

Indeed, it was potassium cyanide.

- Did you find a will?
- No.

But we found something that he kept
writing and erasing over the night.

The forensics are going through it now.

I was expecting a will
to be prepared at least.

I had anticipated this murder.

By the time Mr. Wani Mochizuki
was killed,

the plan to murder Mr. Utagawa
disguised as a suicide was already set.

In any case, let's go to
the other room.

I will explain to you the heinous
killer's MO, come.

Ladies and gentlemen.

These murder cases,

were most likely planned
more than 10 months ago.

One of the culprits traveled
incognito here in advance,

to get familiar enough with this land's
terrain and side roads, I believe.

But even after all the thorough
planing, they had to redress

their murder plan when it got set back
due to inevitable circumstances.

That's what Ms. Chigusa's and
Mr. Utsumi's murders were for.

From the start,
the meticulous culprit,

already had a plan, in case of an
unexpected urgent situation.

And Ms. Chigusa's murder
solved that.

But then I realized it was
a mistake to think so.

And then something else

happened during that night that
required for Mr. Utsumi to be killed.

Well, that sort of took care of it,

but since a plan on paper
often contains oversights,

at that time,
the culprit had already left

an irreversible
psychological trace behind.

Then, what could the only trace
that the culprit left behind be?

Well, before backtracking the
crimes and explaining them,

I shall first reveal the
name of the culprit.

Who'd be the most unlikely culprit
for Mr. Utsumi's murder?

That would be Mrs. Ayaka
and artist Doi, obviously.

Indeed.

Artist Doi would be the most unlikely.

That's because he was always in the
same place, making a commotion.

And that place was the best for
observing people go in and out.

In other words, Mr. Doi,
while creating his own alibi,

was simultaneously filling a more crucial
role, which is the role of a lookout.

If anyone of you would had
went through the door,

most probably, Mr. Doi would have grabbed
your attention by making a commotion.

And while backed up by
Mr. Doi's ingenious lookout,

Mrs. Ayaka snuck out the living
room, went downstairs,

and repeatedly stabbed Mr. Utsumi
to death and then returned.

And just in case...

I mean, if she somehow left any
fingerprints behind to incriminate her,

she went to Mr. Utsumi's
bedroom the next morning

to have the excuse of discovering the
incident when she went to wake him up.

Mr. Great Detective, what "irreversible
psychological trace" is that?

Hey, Mr. Detective.

We're talking here about a criminal
who murdered eight people.

Let us hear what's your
evidence about that.

Most likely, Mr. Doi and Mrs. Ayaka

got Mr. Kazuma Utagawa to intensely
fall in love with Mrs. Ayaka.

After discovering that the head of
the Utagawa family was wealthy,

he broke up with Mrs. Ayaka and managed
to rip off some settlement money as well.

Creating those fake seeds
of discord between them,

was one of the most necessary
steps in their plan.

In other words, this murderous plan
was concocted before the marriage.

That is ridiculous!

From your perspective,

solely being on bad terms becomes
evidence of complicity?

Mrs. Ayaka would marry him and
then dig out everything she could

about the Utagawa family and
report everything back.

The rumors about lady Kaji's unnatural
death and that of Ms. Kayoko's mother,

Ms. Tamao's pregnancy as well,
she was to report all of that and

Mr. Doi would thoroughly check out
the land's geography.

And thus their plan was set.

What was left was the guests'
invitations and their roles.

Among these, the uninvited guests were
Mr. Doi, the Kamiyama couple,

and also myself,
appointed as a spectator.

For the despised Mr. Kamiyama...
I apologize for that.

And the despised Mr. Doi
to show up side by side

made the whole "uninvited guests" thing
look unexpectedly spontaneous.

Also, calling a novice detective
like me was part of their scheme.

Thus, the full cast was gathered,

and in the same day the first crime was
executed in accordance with the plan.

First, regarding Mr. Wani's killing.

And, as you are aware,
Mr. Wani was physically strong,

and he also dealt with
the Madam multiple times.

So, in order to take care of him,
he needed to be put to sleep first.

But killing him with sleeping drugs could
bring Mrs. Ayaka under suspicion.

Therefore, on top of giving him
sleeping drugs, they also resorted

to the more elaborate method
of stabbing him to death.

On that night, at around 1 a.m.,

when Ms. Utsugi visited
Mr. Wani's room

the door was locked.

And, obviously, at that time,

artist Doi was in Mr. Wani's room.

He most likely used the duplicate key
that Mrs. Ayaka stole as planned.

He then wiped clean under the
bed with Mr. Wani's coat,

in order to remove all the prints

that might give away
any physical traits.

And the one bell left behind.

That was the criminal's
unique cunning method

of laying the ground for killing Mr. Kazuma
Utagawa disguised as a suicide.

As you know, that night, Mrs. Ayaka,

was sleeping in the same room
with Mr. Kazuma.

In other words, for Mr. Kazuma,

when it came down to
suspecting everyone,

Mrs. Ayaka would clearly appear
innocent to him.

And this unconditional trust,

was set up in preparation
for the final episode.

That's because, in the end,

when it came down to
suspecting everyone,

Mr. Kazuma could trust Mrs. Ayaka,

and would most likely drink whatever she
served him without a single trace of doubt.

Why didn't you warn
Mr. Kazuma about that?

I thought the criminal would not commit
this crime until I had returned.

It was my biggest mistake to
overestimate the criminal.

Now, explaining the second murder,
that of Tamao, is extremely easy.

However, before Tamao's
murder was discovered,

Ms. Chigusa had believed
that Wani's murderer

was Ms. Tamao, the one who put sleeping
drugs in the geranium thunbergii.

But when she learned that
Ms. Tamao was killed...

That's strange.
Then, who in the world...?

This is when the need to promptly
kill Ms. Chigusa arose.

First, Mrs. Ayaka forged
a rendezvous letter.

Ms. Chigusa.
This is from Mr. Utsumi.

According to the ways of love,
a beautiful woman loves secretly.

But a homely woman
tends to show it off.

Mr. Utsumi is crazy about me.
But calling me a plain woman is rude.

I'm off to give that Notre-Dame
hunchback a scolding.

To think that Ms. Chigusa would
show this letter to someone.

That's something even
Mrs. Ayaka never imagined.

It was around 6:06, when Mr. Doi started
returning from Mr. Wani's cremation.

It happened that the wagon
that carried the body,

was returning empty, but he noticed that
and promptly took advantage of it.

Thus, Ms. Chigusa's killing
was easily accomplished.

And so, both culprits were supposed
to have gotten out of the crisis.

However, like a bolt from the blue,

their greatest crisis was still
awaiting for them.

That night, nurse Moroi was shown
the rendezvous letter.

She was also told
the name of the man.

When they realized that, artist Doi and
Mrs. Ayaka were deeply shocked.

To kill nurse Moroi or to
kill Mr. Utsumi?

In that situation, killing
Mr. Utsumi would be easier.

But nurse Moroi, who wasn't yet
aware of Ms. Chigusa's murder,

even though she hesitated to reveal
the man's name in the hall,

might have told someone
in the main building.

Or she might have even
wrote it in a diary.

Therefore, they needed to prepare an
immediate plan to kill Mr. Utsumi.

And that planning was done,
inconceivably even for Mr. Kamiyama,

during that obvious groundless fight
that was started with a trivial pretext.

Wait, you slut!
Damn it!

That desperate, appalling fight was
because they were driven into a corner,

and it was a matter of life
and death for them.

Damn it!

It's Utsumi.

- What should we do?
- Keep a lookout for me.

And so they managed to arrange
their plan before we had arrived.

And the plan was just as
I've already told you.

It was really ingenious.

However, since the crisis of that day
came like a bolt out of the blue,

they had no time to thoroughly
think it over.

And this is where they unconsciously
left a psychological trace behind.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I would like you all, once again,

to remember the circumstances
of that night.

In other words, from those present in
the hall, Mr. Hitomi, Mr. Miyake,

and also Mr. Kazuma,
Mr. Kamiyama and me.

All these men were entirely
on Mrs. Ayaka's side.

Wait, you bitch!

That's where you'll find the psychological
trace that I mentioned.

Not seeking refuge behind her allies,

but instead running away
outside where there's no one,

according to human psychology,

it's an unimaginable,
strange thing to do.

In other words,

she must've had a reason for running
outside where there's no one around.

I see.

I was also deceived by
their excellent acting,

and failed to detect
that unnaturalness.

It was only one week later
when I figured that out.

Stop lying!

You poured potassium cyanide
in your own teacup,

and then gave it to Ms. Kayoko.

This person here is a sleight
of hand master, you know.

The intense malice in Mrs. Ayaka's
words that day,

had nothing to do with the terrible
fight from the previous day.

Even so, artist Doi didn't jump at
Mrs. Ayaka and remained calm.

Why is that?

When I asked myself that...
The strange intensity of that fight...

And also the psychological trace...

That's when the impossible unnaturalness
that had hid in the darkness,

was finally revealed to me.

Now, I shall move on to the fifth case,
the poisoning of Tamon and Kayoko.

In Mr. Tamon's case, Mrs. Ayaka
had absolutely no trouble with it.

She mixed the morphine in
Mr. Tamon's personal sugar jar,

and then pretended to be unaware
when she made the pudding.

Now the problem is
Ms. Kayoko's murder.

Since Ms. Kayoko usually didn't
come to this dining room,

she was given a coffee teacup
more chipped than artist Doi's.

Artist Doi took advantage of this
and switched teacups with her.

That's when,
with his finger magic, he

poured the poison and gave it to Ms.
Kayoko.

And in order to make it a success,

they needed to make it look like
anyone could have been poisoned.

And that was Mrs. Ayaka's role.

...the people gathered
here is way too big.

From now on, I would like you to exclude
yourself from this gathering.

- You should go eat in the main building.
- Ms. Kyoko, could you...?

Now that most of the main
murders were accomplished,

all that was left was the primary
objective, the killing of Mr. Kazuma.

However, they needed a worthy
"unrelated" move,

in the midst of their
unrelated murder cases.

And Ms. Akiko Utsugi was
chosen to be the sacrifice.

Aha...

After discovering the psychological trace,
I deduced the case's full picture,

but I still had no material evidence.

In that case, other than waiting for
the next murder to inspect the scene,

I had no other available moves,
so I stuck around with artist Doi,

in order to try and grasp a clue about
their next "unrelated" performance.

Hi there.
Are you going out?

- Yes, for a bit.
- I see.

That was my blunder.

Since Mr. Utsumi's murder was an
unexpected critical moment,

it was an exception among exceptions.

So except for the final murder,
that of Mr. Kazuma,

I had assumed that Mrs. Ayaka's
"unrelated" turn was no longer necessary.

But I was completely outsmarted.

Now, moving on to the final crime.

If it weren't for the insanity incident,
the role of the highest plausible suspect

for Kazuma's murder would've
been unloaded upon Mr. Ebizuka.

For better or worse,
since he was detained,

they had to return to their initial plan.

Namely, they needed to carry out
Mr. Kazuma's murder disguised as a suicide.

If all my deductions so far are correct,
so the next one will be too.

Darling, why don't you drink some
medicine and rest a little?

All right.

Darling! Stop!

Darling!
Let me go!

Madam, what's wrong!?

To convey Mr. Kazuma's alleged confession,
"I can't take it anymore",

she made it look like a
forced double suicide,

as they needed to leave behind evidence
that it was the real criminal's suicide.

Thus, the crime planned 10 months ago
had successfully been achieved.

I went to Tokyo.

In order for such a detailed planned
crime to be carried out,

multiple meetings between the two
were necessary to take place.

After her wedding, Mrs. Ayaka,

had the habit of going to Tokyo
once or twice per month.

So I was sure that the two of them
were meeting somewhere.

Tea houses, inns, restaurants.

I went to them one by one.

- It's them.
- Were they together?

- Yes, they were always together.
- It's them.

And so I managed
to find out their nest.

"Semimaru's Mistress and Maid".

"Palanquin Street, First Building".

"Semimaru, Semimaru".

That's the name of their
meeting place.

Hey...
Hey, hey!

Please, let me go to her.

Mr. Suspicious Inspector,
you understand me, right?

I... to her...

Please, let me go to where Ayaka is.

You may be at odds with me,
but we're still civilized here.

What I'm trying to say
is that me and Ayaka,

are publicly admitting now
of being the culprits.

Then, you can let go
of my arms now.

Just allow me one last
moment of freedom!

Well done, Mr. Apprentice Detective.

You are praiseworthy.

This was foolish.
You didn't have to die.

Just because the meeting place, the
mistress and the maid were found...

It wasn't something that
we couldn't handle.

You did such a rash thing.

There's nothing that can
be done now.

I guess suicide is one of the ways
for a culprit to confess.

Very well.

To be cordial to you, my beloved,
I, your husband, Pikaichi,

shall follow you and
confess as well.

Let's go back home.

Translation by bLoodZ

THE END