Hey guys! Sorry for the slow update, but it's the mid-term holidays and I am lazy, to be honest. Well, here's your next dose of Professor Layton!
Clive sat in a dingy, dusty interrogation room with seriously sweaty palms and a sore head. He felt claustrophobic, like the whole world was closing in on him and there was no way out. He tensely looked around and saw a mirror on the other side of the room, staring at him. He felt uneasy, knowing full well that there were people behind that mirror-glass, and even when he looked away from it he could still feel their eyes boring into his soul, searching for any sign of weakness or evil. The door opened and Inspector Chelmey stepped in and took the seat opposite him, also staring at him.
"So, Clive," He said his name with pure hatred in his voice, "where were you when this... untimely, tragic event took place?" He sat back and crossed his arms, looking coldly into his eyes.
"I-I-I was outside, waiting for the Professor. Sh-sh-she was fine when I left her, I-I-I swear. I never harmed her in the slightest. A-a-a-after all, I was helping her get home." Clive ran his hands through his hair in despair.
"What are you talking about, "I was helping her get home." What do you mean? The girl died in her very own house!" Chelmey thumped the table with his fist aggressively.
"You won't believe me. You'd be better off asking the Professor. Can I go now, please?"
Chelmey hesitated for a moment. "...Alright. But I want you stay within the grounds of the station."
Clive walked out without a sound. He brushed past the security guard with a sinister smirk on his face. He cleared his throat.
"Professor. Inspector Chelmey would like a word with you." He sat down next to Flora, who was still shaking from the gruesome event that had taken place just a few short hours ago.
"Very well." Professor Layton got up and walked swiftly out of the room. Luke went paler and paler by the minute.
Professor Layton now found himself in the same position as Clive was only a few minutes ago, except the Professor was sightly calmer, and was able to control his emotions in a gentlemanly manner.
"Layton."
"Inspector. You wished to see me?"
"Yes. You see, Mr Layton, I am rather puzzled about the anecdotes of Mr Dove. What's all this buisness about him "helping her get back home"? That's madness! The girl died in her own house for Christ's sake!"
"Ah. Inspector, the things that Clive is saying are not entirely unfounded. The girl-or should I say, the spirit of the girl-was not from this time. There were two spirits inside that girl's body, after all, Inspector. You heard me say it myself."
"I...I see?" But Inspector Chelmey was clearly not seeing it. Not at all.
"Was that all, Inspector? You can hardly interrogate me or the others as we had no ties to the girl and were not present when the incident took place as we were outside talking to Clive. May we go?"
The Inspector was clearly so dumbfounded that he barely heard the Professor. Just nodded his head like a robot that needed oil. (do you like my simile? lol)
The Professor stepped out of the room with the same twisted smirk that Clive had.
"Clive, a word please?"
"Certainly."
They stepped out of the room and went outside.
"Do you think they suspect anything?" Clive asked.
"No, not yet, anyway." The Professor replied.
"I must say, your doing a brilliant job posing as him, Don Paolo."
"Your not so bad at Clive yourself, Jean Descole."
The two gave an evil snigger.
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