Detention Center October 1, 2028 1:03 PM

It was the afternoon by the time we'd reached the detention center again. Mr. Wright insisted that we stop in the office and later offered to take me out for a meal. Unfortunately, the moron insisted on Eldoon Noodles and I ended up getting sick over the excessive salt followed by desperately drinking soda to try and remove the flavor from my mouth otherwise I'd never get done emptying my stomach. Mr. Wright clearly saw my irritation and went out of his way to buy me a semi-decent meal but that didn't remove my displeasure and his constant trying to get me in a better more served only to ire me.

"Come on Apollo, I'm sorry now will you please stop scowling." Mr. Wright sounded pathetic right then and there soothing me my irritation internally watching him pathetically trying to please me.

"Nah, I think this look suits me. I'll keep it around a little bit longer." I quipped entering the center and in a moment was lead to the visiting area. Mr. Wright like a lost puppy trying to please his master tailed behind me completely vexed by my behavior.

"Oh thank heavens your back, I was afraid you'd considered abandoning my case." the peacock lady stated as she entered looking rather unnerved.

"No, ma'am. In fact, you'll be happy to know we've made progress on our investigation but unfortunately the prosecutor for the case is keeping things under wraps. Do you mind if we ask you some questions about what happened?" I responded staring at her intently I wasn't even paying attention to my bracelet. I found out a long time ago that I didn't necessarily need it to see if someone was lying; it helps but sometimes people notice the bracelet and question why I'm holding it so I don't always wear it. I am now though because the one time I didn't the entire office was freaking out in surprise.

They certainly acted like a bunch of headless chickens that day. Ah well, this is helpful in case she tries to lie to me. I doubt she's going to be totally honest.

"Of course. Ask away," she stated nervously I could feel a tensing up temporarily in my wrist telling me she wasn't totally comfortable with that prospect.

"Can you describe why you came to Boddy manor in the first place?" I asked wanting to start with the beginning.

"I I was invited for a dinner party by someone who called themselves Mr. Boddy, an old acquaintance of mine." my bracelet tightened almost immediately at that last statement.

"An acquaintance?"

"Yes, he and go way back. We meet at a party a few years ago and he wanted to invite me to a supposedly peaceful dinner party which I naturally accepted." the lies escaped her lips almost naturally if not for the lack of blood being able to reach my fingertips.

"Can you describe the events of the night of the murders in more detail?" I asked hoping this time she would be more truthful even if I suspected she'd tell more lies.

"Let's see I arrived and a maid called Evette lead us all into the library. There were 5 other guests invited that evening; I'd tell you their names but we were all given aliases. There was an elder gentleman that was blond and dressed mainly in brown with a simple tie called Colonel Mustard, a lady dressed all in black a Ms. White, another lady dressed in a beautiful scandalous green dress named Miss Scarlet, a purple-clad man with a pipe named Professor Plum, a man dressed in a blue suit with glasses and was super clumsy named Mr. Green and then there was me Ms. Peacock."

"Do you have any idea why you were each given an alias?" I asked and I could sense something this time.

"No of course not why would I!?" her voice pierced out in surprise as the world darkened and 3 red locks clanged into place in a panic.

Great so she's trying to keep something to herself desperately and I have nothing to present. Well, as much as I hate it I'm going to have to bluff her into a confession.

"Maybe the alias has something to do with your husband?" I probed and saw her constantly panicking.

"No of course not what would my husband have anything to do with this affair?" she barked back in a high pitched squeal.

"Well he is a politician, you know, and they're not exactly the type of people most would trust." I started watching her squirm. "I wonder has your husband been secretly taking bribes?" I asked watching as her face palled completely before all 3 locks shattered at once shocking Mr. Wright myself.

Good thing I took a wild guess for a change. Huh, maybe bluffing is a useful tool after all… Cowardly but useful.

"How?" she croaked in shock. "Listen no one can possibly know about this," she stated deadly serious. "But you see, I was being blackmailed by that Mr. Boddy or whoever he was because I and my husband have been taking some ahem unpublicized bribes from some powerful foreign countries," she replied.

"So that's why you went to Boddy Manor then Mrs. DiAngelo?"

"About a week ago, I received a letter from what I thought was the same man who was blackmailing me telling me I was to meet with him last night during a party he was helping. You see my husband and I are nearly bankrupt from paying him so much money that I had no other choice. So I went and then bam 5 dead bodies and I'm being taken away by the police; arrested for a crime I didn't commit. Oh, it's all been so dreadful." she wept in anguish.

"You said what you thought was the man blackmailing you what did you mean?" I asked with curiosity.

"It was actually the butler Mr. Wadsworth who informed us that we were all being blackmailed and that our supposed host Mr. Boddy was really our blackmailer. He had intended for us all to go to the police and confess the whole story but well then Mr. Boddy he um well…" she taped off before dramatically screamed. "He gave us weapons and told us to kill Mr. Wadsworth and then while in the dark someone shot the man then later bashed his brains out to make sure he was dead!" she moaned in agony as she failed about comically making Mr. Wright flinch at the theatrics.

She might be harmless but she could tone it down a bit; this isn't a drama for you to act out you know.

"Mrs. DiAngelo you just said the victim was shot but the autopsy report says he suffered only one wound to the head. Meanwhile, the autopsy reports also all seem to suggest the cook died first."

"Well dear, he was shot at. Whoever was shooting at him missed, let's see the cook probably was already dead around that point but we didn't discover her body until after Yvette the maid screamed and mentioned the only other person in the house was the cook. We then decided to go find the poor dear… and found the body coming out of the freezer."

"And by we you mean?" I asked for clarification.

"Let's see there was Mustard, White, Scarlet, Plum, Wadsworth, me and Green. Now that I think about it the only person who wasn't in the kitchen was Yvette at that point." she frowned in thought before confirming. "Yes that's right the maid Evette wasn't around at that point which if memory serves me right was a little past 6:30 I wanna say."

Six thirty but that's around when Mr. Boddy was killed so if that's true then his killer was….

"Do you mind if I write that down as a bit of testimony for tomorrow's trial?" I asked hopefully. Mr. Wright glancing my way curiously as though he missed the obvious contradiction this poised.

"Of course, of course, anything to get me outta of this mess." the woman wailed in excitement.

Evidence Collected: DiAngelo Testimony 1

"So what happened after you all found the cook?" I asked moving forward in her testimony.

"Let's see next we thought there might be someone else running around the house murdering people. I think some of us were really hoping that but well we never found anyone else. During our search we split up into 4 groups: I was to investigate the cellar with Plum but he left for the bathroom soon after we began. I was alone for a short bit before he returned. Oh right before I forget just before we went searching the cellar Wadsworth locked the weapons we received in a cabinet and tossed out the key or at least he tried to before a guest showed up and he was forced to let him use the phone in the lounge. It was after we locked him in that Wadsworth tossed out the key."

"So when did you find the guest dead?"

"Let's see we heard screaming upstairs and ran up; somehow Miss Scarlet and Colonel Mustard wound up in the lounge and were trapped with the motorist's body. Evette found the cabinet with the weapons unlocked, accidentally tripped and shot the chandelier, and the shot open the door to the lounge when the chandelier fell nearly giving us all a heart attack." her dramatics caused her to push up her eccentric glasses as she stared at me through their frames.

"She shot the Lunge door open?!" Mr. Wright yelped.

"That's right. No idea where she learned how to shoot a gun so well. Anyway, we found the motorist dead bludgeoned by the wrench one of us was given." she responded favorably.

"I have a question, where was Yvette at before you and Plum ran upstairs?" I asked staring at her.

"I think Green mentioned that she and he were at a stalemate trying to climb up to the attic afraid that the other would kill them if they didn't go up together but they never got a chance. According to him, she was never out of his sight during the whole time frame between the body discoveries. As for the others, Wadsworth and Miss White were not together at the same time when they were searching the 1st floor and Miss Scarlet and Mustard were together for most of the evening."

So she doesn't have an alibi for one murder but one for another? Great and to top all that off Miss DiAngelo and whoever this professor Plum are don't have alibis for this murder. Ah well, this is at least helpful so I'd better make a note about it.

Evidence Collected: DiAngelo Testimony 2

"So what happened after that?" I asked hoping for more information to maybe salvage this case before it got any worse.

"Ah yes, we split up again after a cop arrived this time we locked the man in the library because well there were three bodies and we were terrified of what would happen if he found them. Unfortunately, his suspicions forced us to ahem dance with the corpses so he wouldn't find out." she immediately looked away in either embarrassment or incomplete mortification. Mr. Wright meanwhile was gapping like a guppy at what she said.

It's not Franziska didn't already tell us this, geez do you really trust a witness over a prosecutor? Then again you're not exactly Mr. Reliable so that's not much of a surprise.

"So after your ahem little party, I take you guys split up again?"

"Yes and while we were separated the lights suddenly let out. I must have heard a scream from the 1st floor and I accidentally hit something and well panicked. Funny, I can't recall where Plum was at the time. Must have slipped my mind but it was only after the lights flicked back on, Wadsworth turned them on that we will found the new bodies scattered about the manor." she replied meekly. "I'm sorry but I don't have much of an alibi for that point in time but I swear I never left the cellar at that point."

Great dig your grave a little deeper while you're at it. If only there was a way to prove you were in the cellar…

"I know that doesn't amount to much but the cellar was extremely dark and I might have been whacking a chair at that point screaming like crazy. I didn't have any light sources to use during the blackout but I think the fireplace was lit in the study makes it possible to see while on the ground floor."

"And who was on the ground floor at the time?" I asked hoping desperately this would lead somewhere.

"Well it should have been Miss Scarlet and Mustard but they could have been anywhere at the time. I suppose if you could reach the staircase you could reach the ground floor from the 1st floor without difficulty. So I suppose practically anyone could have killed the two victims at that time."

..That is really helpful, Really helpful.

Evidence collected: DiAngelo Testimony 3

"Is there anything else you can recall Miss DiAngelo?" Mr. Wright questioned.

"No but then again my memory is a little fuzzy um I think I heard Miss White screaming from somewhere upstairs? Other than that I'm drawing a blank. The only other thing I remember was when the police stormed the house after what 5 minutes, after we'd moved all the corpses back into the study to preserve the bodies for when the police showed up, that was when a mob of police officers stormed the building and soon after an investigation here I am under lock and key."

"Thank for your Miss DiAngelo," I responded cautiously as I rose.

"You will be able to get me out of here, right?" she looked at me her eyes looking desperate for some hope to grasp on.

I sighed then said, "I'll do my best. If I fail, I fail. I win I win. Don't rely too much on others or you'll wind up being disappointed when they let you down. I learned that lesson way too early." I whispered before walking away Mr. wright staring at me in surprise before following after.

"Where did that statement come from?" Mr. Wright bluntly asked trying to keep up with me as I walked down the sidewalk.

I internally signed in irritation. "Who cares? Or maybe you'd rather dredge up someone's past which is none of your business!" I bit back quickly.

I knew that was true. He had no right to know anything about mine or my counterparts past. However, I knew he knew far too much about my past for my liking. I knew the perfect answer it already being on the tip of my tongue but I held back. Just because he knew about Dhurke doesn't mean I had to talk about him. Didn't mean I had to explain what I meant when I said people were unreliable especially when he of all people should know this as a universal truth.

I felt colder than normal despite the semi-warm temperature outside like something icy defending me from Mr. wright's sympathy and worry. God how I hate people showing me sympathy, it makes me feel weak like I can't handle something by myself. I just wish he'd back off and let me breathe.

"Apollo, you know you can trust me right? Why aren't you opening up on me?"

"Hmph says the guy who used my mother to ensure a non-guilty verdict in a trial where she should never have been a juror." he froze in shock at that statement mouth agape. "Or maybe I should trust you when you and my mother knew for A Year that she was a mother but waited until after I became one of the most famous lawyers on the planet before telling me. You are Such a trustworthy person." I spoke with a venomous sarcasm.

"Apollo-" he tried to say gently as though forgiving and something akin to pity. Oh god anything but pity, I'm not made of gold just stop!

"Save it for never!" I barked in anger then stated flatly. "I'll see you tomorrow before the trial, Mr. Wright," I replied leaving him in my dust staring at my back in a despondency I never bothered to notice.

Court Record:

Profiles:

Apollo Justice: That's me. After being dragged into an alternative universe, I know act as a temporary defense lawyer under the guise of my alternative self.

Mr. Pheonix Wright: My alternative's mentor and friend. I personally can't stand the man.

Miss Athena Cykes: A psychologist who uses some machine to read people's emotions to find hidden truths. In my universe, she's a little crazy. This version seems obsessed with all the good their ability will do. Too bad it's totally pointless if she can't back up her claims.

Ms. Damon DiAngelo: The defendant at the trial. A batty old woman with eccentric tendencies and husband to a prominent senator. Relatively harmless despite the rumors she's been taking bribes for her husband's votes in the Senate.

Franziska Von Karma: A prosecuting prodigy and my current girlfriend. Her tongue and manner in the courtroom are as fierce as the whip in her hands. My alternative-self has yet to meet her.

Falkia Thursday: A federal prosecutor sent in to fill the role of California's head prosecutor. She seems very intelligent and will be acting as the judge for tomorrow's trial due to Mrs. DiAngelo's background.

Wadsworth: A butler and witness to the murders. I've not yet had the pleasure of meeting him.

Yvette D'Amour: A maid who was witness to the murders. A curious woman I've yet to encounter.

Colonel Mustard: One of the six guests invited to the party that evening. A military fellow supposedly.

Miss Scarlet: One of the six guests invited to the party that evening. A young woman as of yet unknown to me.

Ms. White: One of the six guests invited to the party that evening. A mysterious woman I've yet to be acquainted with.

Professor Plum: One of the six guests invited to the party that evening. A well-known member of the UN; I've never laid eyes on him.

Mr. Green: One of the six guests invited to the party that evening. I've yet to meet the man.

Randall Black: Cheif of Police of the state capital who was murdered in the library from a blow to the head.

Sui Yang: Victim: Mr. Boddy's cook who was stabbed to death with the defendant's stiletto.

Evidence:

Bracelet: My trusty bracelet that allows me to detect other's lies. I've used it so often that I've become sensitive to the tells without much need for it. However, my other self-uses it so often that if I take it off for five seconds everyone looks at me like I've grown a second head.

Magatama: A yellow soul shaped necklace given to me by Trucy Wright and Pearl Fey with it I can detect lies that my bracelet can miss. Honestly, while it has practical uses, I am growing tired of these weird blue locks that keep popping up around me every 5 minutes.

Telly Graham's autopsy report: Victim: Miss Telly Graham Cause of death: Shot once through the heart at point-blank range. Notes: Telegram the victim brought was found in a pool of rainwater. Victim's coat and body are soaked excessively with rainwater. The victim also bears signs of sexual abuse. Time of death: approximately 7:05 PM

Missing gun: One of the weapons Mr. Boddy brought to the party last night. It is missing without a single trace.

Lounge door: This door was locked at the time of Andrew Riverstone's murder. Shots are found near the doorknob indicating the method used to break open the door.

shot chandelier: The chandelier of the main hall was shot by accident by Yvette D'Amour.

Secret passage Conservatory to Longue: A secret passage that connects the conservatory to the lounge. Only someone with intimate knowledge of the building's structure should have been able to use this.

Autopsy Report Andrew Riverstone: Victim: Andrew Riverstone, former captain of the US army Cause of Death: Blunt force trauma to the side of the head. Note: Bruising matches with a crescent-shaped wrench found near the body. The victim was found next to the lounge's landline. The line had been cut after the murder. Time of Death: approximately 6:50 PM

Autopsy report: Mr. Boddy?: Victim: Mr. Boddy? (Alias of an unknown individual need more info.) Cause of Death: Blunt head trauma caused by a sharp hit to the head. Bruising wounds match the shape of a candlestick taken into evidence. Notes: Victim supposedly died nearly 15 minutes early according to witness testimony from a gunshot. No such wound was found on the body. Time of death: Approximately 6:30 PM

Randall Black Autopsy Report: Victim: Randall Black, chief of police Sacremento California Cause of death: Blunt force trauma to the back of the skull caused by a round cylindrical object. Bruising wounds confirm it was a lead pipe. Notes: Randall called the nearby police force at around 7:00 abruptly ending the call at exactly 7:03 Time of Death: 7:03 PM

Sui Yang Autopsy Report: Victim: Sui Yang a cook employed by the supposed Mr. Boddy Cause of Death: Stab wound to the back with a stiletto. Notes: Fingerprints lifted off where confirmed to belong to Mrs. DiAngelo. Time of Death: Approximately: 6:25 PM

Logic Cards:

Gunshots: One gunshot in the study, one in the chandelier, two to the lounge door and one to the victim Terry Graham. One bullet remains.

Murder weapons- A gun, candlestick, rope, stiletto, wrench, and a lead pipe given to each guest. Two of them are currently missing.

Testimonies:

DiAngelo Testimony 1:

About a week prior, I had received a letter telling me that I was to meet up with my blackmailer during a party at Boddy Manor. I had no other choice but to attend since I was nearly bankrupt from the blackmail. So I went and well bam 5 people wound up dead and before long I was arrested.

Originally I believed the person who sent for me was the blackmailer. In fact, it was Wadsworth, the butler. He had explained to us that Mr. Boddy was our blackmailer and that he intended for us to confess the story to the police so Mr. Boddy would be arrested for his crimes. Unfortunately, Mr. Boddy bought each of us weapons and instructed us to kill Mr. Wadsworth! However, the lights went out and there was a loud bang! Mr. Boddy appeared dead at the time.

However, he must have died later on since we rediscovered his body in a closet on the ground floor. Meanwhile, the cook must have died around that time, right? After all, it was after the gunshot that Yvette screamed and when we asked to confirm if anyone else was in the house we dashed to the kitchen. We found her dead in the freezer. At the time, all the guests along with Mr. Boddy were present but now that I think about it Yvette was nowhere to be seen. The time we discovered the body was around 6:30 pm I'd say.

DiAngelo Testimony 2:

After we discovered the cook's body, we decided to split up and search the house. We split into groups of 2: Plum and I were to search the cellar but he had run off to go to the bathroom. As such, there was a brief amount of time I was alone. Right before that, Wadsworth locked up the weapons in a cabinet in the study. When we tried to dispose of the key by tossing it outside into the garden, a guest had just arrived. He needed to use the phone and well in our panicked state we locked him and then we managed to toss out the key to the cabinet.

Later, I heard screams coming from the ground floor. Mustard and Scarlet had wound up in the lounge and were locked in. Yvette ran to go get the gun from the cabinet, I think she figured it would be locked, to find it open and ran out to shoot the door open but tripped. That's when the chandelier was shot and then she shot open the door with two bullets. It was then that the chandelier collapsed and nearly killed Mustard. When we looked inside the lounge, the motorist was already dead: his head smashed in by a wrench.

Yvette was with Green in the attic stairway. Neither of them wanted to move afraid the second they turned their backs the other would kill them. Mr. Wadsworth and Ms. White were on the 2nd floor investigating the bedrooms I believe. Neither of them can confirm their alibi for the time. Scarlett and Mustard investigated their rooms together for most of the evening. I heard the only time they were alone was when Scarlet was looking around the ballroom.

DiAngelo Testimony 3:

After we found the motorist dead, we split up again to continue our search. Unfortunately, a cop arrived and due to our paranoia, we locked him in the library. When he got suspicious and asked to look around, we didn't have any choice but to dance around with the corpses to avoid him discovering they were dead.

When we finished are ahem party, we split up again but just then the electricity went out. I heard a scream from somewhere on the 1st floor and I must have bumped something and lost it banging it for a few good minutes in terror. I can't recall if Plum was still in the cellar at the time. The lights soon came on I assume because Wadsworth flipped the breaker back on.

We soon discovered 2 new bodies scattered around the ground floor. There weren't any light sources in the cellar so what else was I supposed to do? However, the ground floor still had the fireplace lit in the study. I suppose you could use that as a light source to navigate the ground floor. As long as someone could reach the staircase, anyone could have killed them at the time. It couldn't have only been Scarlett and Mustard.