Part 3
“I’m pretty sure I heard it coming from around here……”
A number of doors are lined up at singing intervals. This is a private study room, and although all the rooms were empty, probably because it was close to dismissal time, there was one locked door, and I could hear noises coming from inside.
“Hmph!”
I tore the key off the doorknob and dynamically entered the room.
“W-W-What is this?!”
There was a male student in the room.
He held his neck and groaned. I recognized his face.
“You must be my classmate……Etto……Suzuki-kun, aren’t you?”
‘Right right it’s me’, he was a student who was so inconspicuous that he even competed with me. I have respected his unobtrusive character and used him as a reference several times.
According to my mob list, he is a distant relative of Christina-san’s, a branch of the Duke Hope family.
“Y-You’re Kageno-kun! Help me, I can’t get the collar off!!”
“Collar……?”
Suzuki-kun had a bad-taste collar stuck around his neck. Not suitable for ordinary mobs.
“It’s bad taste. It’s not like you.”
“It was stuck on its own! I can’t seem to get it off. It’s been making weird noises for a while now……”
A small beep, beep, beep …… can be heard.
The collar had a timer on it and the moment I saw it, it went to exactly zero.
A beep and a long warning tone sounded.
“Ah”
“Ah……”
And then Suzuki-kun’s neck exploded.
Blood splattered all over the room and I guarded myself with slime to keep from getting dirty.
Suzuki-kun’s fresh head rolled on the floor and my eyes met his resentful eyes.
“…… I had a feeling it was going to explode.”
It was a little late.
I pray, putting my hands together.
“Now……I wonder what this collar is.”
I picked up Suzuki-kun’s collar.
The ill-fitting collar was burnt black. The timer had stopped at zero.
“Fumu……”
I poured magic power into the collar and examined it.
In addition, using my knowledge of my previous life, I made extremely sophisticated and precise deductions.
The result——.
“It’s a collar bomb that explodes when the timer reaches zero!”
I further develop my theory.
“Fumu fumu…… Usually, timers decrease over time, but this one seems different. The needle is going up and down depending on the magic power. When you touch the collar, it feels as if the magic power is sucked out of you. In other words, this is a bomb that explodes when the magic power is sucked out of the collar and reaches zero!”
Suzuki-kun was suffering from low magic power in the class. He trained his magic in the study hall, and when his magic was running low, he was unlucky enough to be caught up in this incident and exploded to death.
“…… There is always one truth.” (TLN: Detective Conan?)
I grinned.
The question is, when and where was the collar attached?
“If someone put a collar like this on you, you would notice it right away. Anyone who doesn’t notice is very dumb……”
Having a bad feeling, I touched my neck.
A collar was attached.
When did it happen……
“…… It must have been fitted in an extremely sophisticated way that ordinary people would not notice.”
If I could think of it, it could have been put on when the white fog appeared.
I make a mirror out of slime and look at my collar.
It was definitely the same collar as Suzuki-kun’s.
The timer for the remaining magic power is bugged, hitting 9999. There is a sensation that magic power is being sucked out little by little, but compared to the total amount of magic power, it is a very small amount, and the amount of natural recovery is by far greater.
“Fumu……”
To be frank, I could try to remove it any way I wanted, but of course I rejected the idea.
There is no option not to participate in the “collar bomb event”.
For the time being, I temporarily disconnect the magic circuits in my body and adjust the amount of remaining magic.
“Suzuki-kun was low on magic, so…… All right, I guess that’s about it.”
I adjusted the amount of magic power so that the timer was set to about 600.
It is about once every ten seconds and the magic power is sucked out and decreased.
I have one hour and forty minutes left to live.
Why go to the trouble of adjusting to Suzuki-kun’s magic power remaining, which is, of course…….
“…… The Eminence in Shadow who disguises himself as a deceased student and infiltrates to investigate the case. Fufufu, that’s cool.”
For some reason, Suzuki-kun, a rather ordinary student, begins to mutter meaningful words after the incident.
And when his hidden abilities are revealed and he tracks down the real culprit in the case, he reveals his true identity……!
I’m getting excited about this.
“With slime makeup technology taken from Nu and slime plastic surgery technology taken from Epsilon……It’s just like this.”
When I checked in the mirror, it was Suzuki-kun who was there, no matter how anyone looked at it.
I also snagged his student notebook and other small things just in case, and I’m ready to go.
“Well, let’s go!”
I left the study room with an even lighter skip than when I arrived.
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