Hope you like this chapter! I worked hard on it :DDD
(I mean, I think I did-)

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I sat down on my bed, tapping my chin, staring at the whiteboard littered with words and photos.
I fiddled with the marker in my hand, thinking deeply about the occurrences.
...
...
"Jeez.."
I sighed, there doesn't seem to be anything I missed, EXCEPT why the mastermind would want to play along, toy with us from inside the game, probably planning everything that would happen.
I look over what I know of anyone.
I know Gonta couldn't be easily influenced to kill, specially with how long it would take, and if anyone would really be dedicated to pressuring him to murder.((WINK))
I can easily rule out Tenko, Angie, and Maki. They won't do much harm. Angie believing in Atua, along with Tenkos outgoing nature, including Maki's mysterious way of never interfering much, would they really kill anyone?
I don't understand Himiko, but she acts like a child... so I assume she wouldn't kill anyone. She isn't entirely ruled out, but it's unlikely for her to kill anyone.
Kaito can't kill anyone, he's an idiot.
Hmm... Shuichi....

Unlike myself, I walk up and scribble underneath his name.
"Trusted"
And I think about it. He's a DETECTIVE, he's the one figuring out the murders, not being in the murder!
I feel like something else compelled me to put the label there, but I couldn't see anything underhanded within that emotion. I stared at the green hue of the marker, which made a bold text underneath the photo of the detective.
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I should rule everyone else out.

......hmm.... would Ryoma kill anyone? It doesn't seem like it. Although, I'll keep him on watch. He did supposedly kill an entire mafia with a tennis ball....
...Miu...
Hmm... I'll... leave her for last.
....same with Kirumi and Kiibo.

......would Korekiyo kill anyone?
I slowly came to realization that can't predict these people's emotions and actions. Mostly because of how.... unpredictable they can be. Korekiyo is... a little uneasy to be around. Miu switches from personality to personality in seconds, just from someone's words. Kirumi... tends to lean on the mysterious side. She seems to obey some commands, as well as feel strongly about almost nothing. She could become a murderer. Just like Ryoma or Kiibo..... maybe Maki.....

My eyes finally land on Tsumugis picture. Tsumugi.....
Would she kill someone else?

RING RING RING

I was suddenly snapped out of my thinking by the familiar sound of a doorbell. I swiftly put away the whiteboard and marker, making my way to the door.
I open the door and look at who was here.

My gaze landed upon the Navy haired Detective, who shifted in his spot. He still had some streaks down his cheeks where tears used to be, and some of his shyness seemed to be replaced with sadness.

"Nishishi! What does my Saihara~chan wish to tell me?"
I smile, and await his response.

"W-well.... I remember... during the trial, did you lie? A-about... seeing Tsumugi kill Rantaro?"
He seem to get agitated by the fact that maybe Kaede was falsely accused.

"Hehe.... Yup! That's a lie! Or maybe... I just lied??"

"So... you didn't witness the murder?"

"Nope! I lied!"

"......um..."

"Nishishi! If I said I didn't witness the murder, I would be lying!"

He suddenly looked up, with a bright look in his eyes.
"S-so... Tsumugi is the mastermind??"

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Jeez... how should I respond?
The more people that know... the worse it becomes...
...
Kaede isn't here anymore, but he's getting close to that Kaito Guy. What if he tells someone else?
Would it matter?

"K-Kokichi..."

I snap out of my thoughts.
"Nishishi! I guess so!~ Don't tell a soul!!!"

"I... I'll try not too."

He looked to the side and I could see another tear form in his eyes.
I felt a small pang of sympathy for the detective, who lost his best friend... maybe his only best friend, and then knowing that he didn't need to lose his best friend.

....
"Huh?-"

Shuichi looked startled after my arms wrapped around him, he looked down at me, probably confused? I couldn't tell.

"Nishishi! If you look so down, I'm going to send my organization after you!~"

I let go and walked back into my room.

"H-Hey... Kokichi?"

"Hum?"

"Does this mean.... Kaede was killed for nothing...?

He looked back up at me, with a determined expression, maybe with a hint of rage.

".....Nope! Now we know to 'live on for her!' And 'My final wishhhh!' And whatever she said. I wasn't really paying attention."

I smiled widely before closing the door, and sitting back on my bed.
I finally looked at the clock.

5:30Am??

Jeez... did I really stay up that late???
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Hmmm... what to do.......

I made a beeline to some paper and markers, hmmmm.....

I grabbed some papers and started brainstorming weapons, just for fun of course!

...

Of course, after drawing twenty pages it's not really fun anymore.

6:12Am

My head falls onto the table I was drawing at.
Slowly, I raised my head and fell onto my bed, pulling the covers over and closing my eyes.

Maybe... tomorrow will be greater...
I guess.....

————-(A/N K HOLDUP.
wHY DO I HAVE 36 FOLLOWERS SOMEONE EXPLAIN.
wHOS DOING THE WITCHCRAFTS?????
MunkiSmol THAT YOU AND KORK?????
.......fine, I'll try making a lot of chapters this month.... don't expect it to happen again... *huffs like Tsundere while blushing*)

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I sat up and rubbed my eyes, listening to the familiar sound of the morning announcement. I did my routine and headed out the door, expecting another Perfect Day!~

I skipped down the stairs and made my way to the lit up dining hall. Voices were heard throughout the enclosed room, as well as the noises of forks tapping the plates and people yelling which could be easily heard in the crowd. I slowly approached the door and opened it widely, showing off my big smile!

"Nishishi! So who got killed today?~" I teasingly say to the already depressed group of teenagers.
"Shut it Kokichi!" Kaito angerly responded.
"Oh ok, idiot."
"WHY YOU-"

"Please do not fight, breakfast is almost ready." Kirumi calmly broke up the fight before returning to the kitchen

I sat down at the table, tapping my feet under the table and waiting for food, while occasionally yelling at some students. Before the door slowly opened,

"Hey guys..."

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