Work was slow, and in nearly four days, the two shinigami only found out bits and pieces of what could have been useful information. First of all, the students only seemed to know what they heard in the news. But some told them that they had friends at the other schools, who said the attacks only happened at night. But concerning Hisoka's accident, little was known, except that there was no possible way he could have been put up on the flag pole, and it was done during the day.
Some of the kids, even though they didn't have any information, usually stopped in to talk to either of them just to have someone comfort them. They were upset, mostly the girls, and they didn't know who else they could talk to; they didn't know anyone else they could trust. Soon, rumors started throughout the school that Hisoka was targeted for a specific reason, which was true, and that he was some secret agent sort of kid, which was also sort of true. But one day, Tsuzuki heard that a rumor was going around that Hisoka had been marked by the devil.
Why would someone spread that around, they wondered? They asked all the kids they saw, in order to trace the rumor back to its owner, but they didn't get any clues. At the end of the fourth day, they were heading back to the infirmary, but they didn't see a tall, pale boy with a devilish grin pass by them, leaving the infirmary.
"Don't worry, Tsuzuki! I'm sure we'll get some more clues soon!"
"But we've been here so long already! Since Hisoka's accident, we've had a murder to investigate almost twice a day! And look at this…"
Tsuzuki held out pictures he had taken at each new crime scene. On the bodies of the new victims, letters have been written, spelling out a name, which they both knew quite well.
"There are eight letters, spelling out KUROSAKI. I think we can guess it's spelling out Hisoka's name."
"But why…? Why is this maniac so obsessed with my partner!"
Tsuzuki slammed his fists down onto the desk, making some papers fall off, including a small white note, which neither had noticed until then. Tsuzuki picked it up and read it, with Watari leaning over his shoulder.
Tic toc, tic toc
Time is soon passing
T ticking away slowly, passing you by
Poor, poor boy
He shouldn't have mocked me
And now I will claim
The boy, Kurosaki.