Genius Scammers Want an Easy Life After Reincarnation

Upon returning to the shop, we found a glass of apple juice for three people on our table.

I reached my seat after I met the Master, who raised his hand lightly.

"Well, let's get back to the meeting."

"It took me a long time."

"Well, Celia knows more about this than we do. I need you to be in the best condition at all times."

Hmm, Celia snorted her nose and gave me a glass as she turned her back.

She looked at me with the same eyes that Risha expected.

"Do you understand? We've just been attacked by our enemies today.

"But the three of you came together to get over it. Until a while ago, I was alone with Rosie, but I felt like I had more friends!

"I didn't say I'd be one of you.... but I'll take care of this. Um...."

"... yes, yes, I understand."

He smiled bitterly at Celia's mouth, and hit his own on the glass that was sticking out.

Con, a nice little sound is transmitted through your arm.

I swallowed the amber liquid as I gazed at the reaction of Risha, who was shagging happily, and Celia, who was looking in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

Whether varietal improvement has not progressed or whether such technology does not yet exist in the first place, apples in this world are not as sweet as those of previous generations.

Even if it is juice, its properties remain the same, and if the taste is not particularly adjusted, the acidity is more pronounced than the sweetness.

The refreshing taste and fragrance were good, and soon became my favorite. [M]

Stimulus from good acidity revitalizes thinking. Suitable for thinking.

"The food is completely cold, but can you ask the master to warm it up again? Celia is soup, so you can't drink it as it is."

"No, I don't need it. Drinking cold soup is a daily routine, I'm too obsessed with organizing the information."

"Not as good as today. We're eating together, let's eat deliciously."

Ugh, Celia roars.

And, surprisingly, someone kicked my shoe at my feet.

There are only three at this table, and if it isn't Celia, there's only one left.

Soon, Risha and I collided in sight.

"I intend to, but where's Risha?

"Yes, I'd like to ask. I'd love to eat something delicious anyway!

That's how she nodded back to Risha, smiling.

If the two of us ask, Celia will not be able to refuse.

"So, that's good, right? Celia"

"I'm going to have a lot of trouble with the master, but... oh, I see."

Call the Master with your hands up.

He took pleasure in asking me to explain the situation and warm up the food.

She dropped off the master who disappeared into the kitchen and opened her mouth to continue the conversation.

Well then, let's summarize. Celia is right, Elsa was targeted by a declaration of war from the “patchworker.” We were supposed to meet Elsa's body. It's like a message from him. "

"But it was too soon for us to find Elsa Relics and make contact with him, and that was the end of it. But as we read our behavior, it doesn't change that we're on the front lines."

"I wonder if the man who ran away at that time was a patchworker. I couldn't see my face because I was wearing a hood."

Yes, that is the first issue to be solved.

Who are the two men who attacked Elsa, the main suspect?

"Rosie, what do you think?

"... I think I'm someone else. A killer hired for money, or a believer in him."

"Believers?

Celia's eyes narrowed.

"Patchworkers are so-called theatrical criminals. Murder in particular often involves resentment and financial problems, but not theatrical. The main purpose is to kill and attract public interest."

"... theater type, this is the first word I've heard. But if you say so, it's true. After many washes, there was no contact between the victims, and there was a thorough commitment to killing."

"Such people get mad believers and copycats. It's a dangerous charm that attracts people, an evil charisma."

"... uhh"

Her cheeks relaxed unexpectedly to Lisa, whose face looked disgusting as she listened.

"So, listen, what makes you think you're a believer, not a patchworker?

Parry Celia's testy gaze.

Well, now it's time to put together some information.

It also explains to Risha, needless to say.

"That's what you just said. It's an unusual obsession with how to kill."

"I guess. If you kill them there, the Patchworkers will deviate from their rules."

"Thirteen pairs of 39 people on official records, all killed in the same way. Whatever it is to declare war, he is not mediocre enough to bend his ways in such a place. The more I analyze it, the more typical it is."

"Saiko-pa?

She bent her shoulders over Risha with her neck tilted.

"Definitions are theoretical, but they basically refer to people who have a different sensitivity to the general human being. In extreme cases, if you look at a horrible murder scene, you don't move a single eyebrow, or hurt others, you don't feel as guilty as a shard. In that sense, I can also say psychopath."

I didn't mean to put myself in the same bracket as a strange killer.

"Psychopaths are outside the" normal ”values that determine good and bad things, that's all. Not all of us, like me and Patchworker, get our hands on crime."

Seduce the glass and wet your lips.

It is still important to speak up even if it is clear.

A statue of the culprit somehow emerged.