Hey guys. Sorry I updated late. I couldn't update this weekend nor Thursday and Friday though because I was visiting a relative who had come relatively close to where I lived.

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"Upupupupu, another death, huh?" I jumped at the sound of Monobear's hollow voice and looked up to see him standing on Hifumi's plump body.

Makoto walked into the room on trembling legs, face appearing an odd mix of fearful and angry. "Why are you doing this, Monobear?" Makoto shakily asked. "What have we done so bad that you have to do this to us?"

"Who knows?" Monobear shrugged. Monobear hopped off of Hifumi's body and wobbled over to Makoto, unveiling a folder in the process. He handed the folder to him, whistling like it was just another day. In a way it was.

"The Monobear file..." Makoto trailed off. He covered his mouth and coughed, and with a trembling hand flipped open the file. "Time of death..." He gasped. "What?"

"What's it say?" Leon asked, peeking over Makoto's shoulder to see the file held in his hand.

"3:00 P.M." Makoto trembled. "It says he was killed at approximately 3:00 P.M yesterday afternoon." Makoto turned to Kyoko, who happened to be right beside him. "You know what that means, right?"

"Yes." Kyoko took the file from Makoto's hands. "He's been dead for almost a full day." Her purple irises flickered across the papers within the folder. She apparently found nothing else in the file of value, because she didn't say anything more after closing the file and tucking it in between her arm and body.

She dug out her Electro ID from her jacket pocket and proceeded to tap her fingers against it. A familiar ping went off in my pocket, and I dug out my own ID and looked at it

Monobear File #3

Time of Death

Kyoko made her way over to Hifumi's body, kneeling down next to the corpse, and began moving the sculpture off of his head. Or rather where his head used to be. She was struggling a little; I could see sweat forming on her face. Without turning to address the group, she merely said, "I suggest you all investigate. We don't have long until the class trial."

Oh. Right. Investigating. I had to do that too; if I wanted to live.

The classmates started going to different areas of the room, some just moving out of the room completely (probably to search other areas of the school for clues; at least I was hoping).

I knelt down next to Kyoko and began helping her push the sculpture off of Hifumi. Apparently the help greatly speeded up the endeavor, because the sculpture rolled away from Hifumi. A sickening juicy sound no doubt caused by something to do with brains followed.

"That is disgusting," I coughed, covering my nose. Indeed it was disgusting. A foul mixture of blood, tissues, and brains littered the ground. A few cracked pieces of Hifumi's glasses stuck out of the ground as well.

I felt bile rise up my throat, and I unfortunately had to swallow it back down. The taste didn't help the situation at all.

Kyoko poked a piece of the bloodied glass before picking it up and bringing it to eye level. The sight continued to worsen the situation.

"That is extremely unsanitary, Kirigiri-kun!" I scolded. She didn't care, though. I didn't expect her to. "I recommend you thoroughly wash your hands after this investigation! With extra soap!"

Kyoko dropped the glass and carefully stepped over Hifumi's body. She knelt down next to the sculpture and began moving it around, probably to get a closer look. "I'm wearing gloves," she said in a rather late response to my words. "What are you doing here, anyways?"

"What?"

"I don't need help. I recommend you investigate somewhere else." I had to admit that those words really did hurt a bit. Like a sharp knife cutting through my exterior and going straight to bone.

"...Right, Kirigiri-kun." Dang it. I sounded way more disappointed than I meant to. I was just going to appear even more like a loser.

I stood up and began to make my way to a different part of the room when something caught my eye. In Hifumi's closed fist, something bright was shining directly into my eye. I squinted and edged towards him, dropping down to begin to unwind his hand.

It was difficult, to say the least. Probably an effect of rigor mortis, which, now that I think about it, must still of been happening to Hifumi's corpse. I never did back down from a challenge, though!

I clasped on to Hifumi's fingers and gave them a firm tug. No use. If Hifumi somehow managed to be alive, he'd be in deep trouble with me for resisting. What were the odds of that, though?

I clenched my teeth together as I tried to unwind his fingers one by one. Wow, rigor mortis was much more powerful than I ever gave it credit for!

I grinned as I finally unwinded his thumb. I heard a distant ping and a vibration go off in my pocket. It's probably another clue. That could wait! I unwinded the rest of his fingers after even more difficulty than I was used to.

I looked down at the reward lying in his palm, eyes surely gleaming as they did after every victory. That shine quickly went away. It was merely the figurine Hifumi had grown to love. Something that was the princess of something. For once I could of used Hifumi's vast knowledge of manga and anime to solve this question.

"What's that?" I heard Makoto ask as he crouched next to me.

I furrowed my brows and picked the figurine out of Hifumi's hand, dangling it in front of my eyes. "Hifumi's figurine." I turned to Makoto. "The one he's been talking to."

Makoto reached into his pocket and pulled out his Electro ID. He began to tap it. "Can I see that?" He reached towards the figurine and waited for me to place it into his open palm. I lowered it from my eyes into his hand. "Thanks." Makoto placed the figurine down on the floor and placed his Electro ID above it, taking a picture of it. He began typing into the ID again and a ping went off through the room.

Oh, yeah! The other clue!

I dug my out my own ID again and unlocked it.

Murder Weapon

Yamada's Figurine

Oh. No new clues, then.

"Wait—" Makoto mumbled. He peered closer at Hifumi's hands. He hesistated, and after a moment crawled up to Hifumi and dug under his fingernails and took something out of them. That's disgusting. He showed it to me, rubbing it inbetween his thumb and finger.

"That is very unsanitary, Naegi-kun," I scolded as I leaned away from him.

"Huh?" He tilted his head. Suddenly it dawned on him. "Oh! No, no it's wood!"

I begrudgingly turned my eyes downwards to actually look at the item in between his fingers. Sure enough, it was wood. Gross wood covered with some sort of dirt substance, but nonetheless wood. Well, more like a chip of wood.

"Why was there wood under his nails?" I asked as I dared to lean closer to him and the disgusting fragments in his hands.

"I don't know..." he trailed off. He dropped the fragment on to the ground and took his Electro ID out, hovering over Hifumi's hands and snapping a picture of them. He began to type into it, and a ping went off in my pocket. I dug my own out.

Wood Under Fingernails

"Do you suppose that'll be important?" I asked him as I lowered the Electro ID from my face.

Makoto opened his mouth to respond to me when a creaking of the door caught both of our pairs of ears. We both turned to look at it, only to see Mukuro Ikusaba in the doorway to the room we were in.

Byakuya strode up to her, a disgusted glare on his face. "What are you doing here?" he spat at her.

Mukuro looked unfazed. She tried to step around him, but he stepped right back in front of her. She sighed, turning her blue eyes upwards to stare at him. "A body was found."

"I'm aware." Byakuya crossed his arms. "And?"

Mukuro mirrored his stance. "We're supposed to investigate."

"You've never bothered to before."

"I am now," Mukuro said. "Now move out of the way."

"As if I'll let a murderer in here," Byakuya growled. "Go away."

"No." Mukuro apparently decided she had had enough of waiting for Byakuya to let her in, because she tried to step around him again. When he reached out to grab her arm to stop her from entering the room, she caught his arm and twisted it, going behind him to hold his arm against his back.

"Let go of me!" Byakuya shouted as he keeled over.

"Let me stay, then."

"As if."

Mukuro lifted his arm up further up his back. Byakuya let out a grunt, and kicked blindly behind him. Mukuro jumped over his invading leg and pushed him to the floor, her hand never leaving his arm.

"Togami-sama!" Toko happened to get up from the floor she had passed out on at that exact moment. "Y-You bitch!" She began to run towards Mukuro, but right before she was going to tackle her, Mukuro pulled a knife out of her boot with her spare hand and aimed it in Toko's direction.

Toko froze, looking like she was deciding whether to risk her life for Byakuya or to back down, leaning significantly towards the former.

Kyoko stopped her from having to choose, though, stepping away from Hifumi's body and walking in a calm manner towards Mukuro. "I recommend you don't do that, Ikusaba-san," she said. "There are plenty of people here, all of whom would be witnesses to your act."

Mukuro gave Kyoko a steady glare, slowly lowering her weapon, yet not lifting Byakuya off of the floor.

Toko was about to try to tackle Mukuro again, but Kyoko's voice stopped her before she could, "I don't think you want to attack her either, Fukawa-san."

Although Toko was stopped by her, she still retorted, "O-Of course I d-do, you s-slut!"

"Let me rephrase that then: you shouldn't attack her."

Toko was about to speak again, but she had no need to. Mukuro got off of Byakuya, walking away from him as she began to walk towards Makoto and I. Oh no. If she were to make a scene...

Mukuro glanced at me, her icy blue eyes startling to look at, and pulled her Electro ID out from under her skirt. Without looking up from it, she asked, "he has wood under his fingernails?"

"Uh...yeah," Makoto said, a slight tremor held in his voice. I felt him-I think that's what people said when they understood someone.

"Did you find out where the wood was from?" she asked. Makoto shook his head. Mukuro put her Electro ID back where it came from (by the way, what on earth was holding it in place under her skirt) and turned around to face the table Hifumi happened to be right next to. She began tracing a pattern on the wood with her pointer finger, crouching down slightly to better observe the table.

She once again brought out her Electro ID and positioned herself and it over the table, taking a picture of it.

A ping went off. I dug out my Electro ID. I was kind of curious to see what she had found in two seconds that we couldn't in two hours.

Scratch Marks on Table

Toppled Over Stool

Huh? I looked up from the device, seeing a fallen wooden stool literally right next to me. How had she managed to catch that and I hadn't? I really had been slacking. Despicable.

The scratch marks make sense though. It wouldn't take much to put two and two together and figure out what had happened there.

I got up, deciding to see them for myself. I scooted in next to Mukuro, who gave me a scathing glare, and peered over the desk. I suppose she hadn't been lying when she said scratch marks. Not that I expected her to.

Long lines lined the table, a jagged feeling to them once I laid my hand upon them. The brown spilled to the end of the table, where I supposed Hifumi had fallen and been killed.

I got up from the crouch I had put myself in, deciding to investigate something else then the body, when a familiar voice filled the area, "the investigation period is now over. Please report to the elevator to go to the class trial room."

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Question: Who do you think the murderer of Yamada is now?