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"Grina, could you read this piece of journal?" Mirii's right arm stretched a bit, her right hand went in front of the girl.
"A journal under a pile of blank pages?" Grina's right hand took the paper, her irises were scrolling through each word from left to right. "Now that's weird…!" She nods a bit.
Her eyebrows went down a bit.
"A strikethrough on the number. You could come up with 1000 theories about this…"
Her irises kept tilting left and right… suddenly, her neck bended forward.
"The vase in the main hall?!" Her eyes expanded a bit, as her irises rose a bit. "The darn vase is real?!"
"According to this definitive evidence… yes." Mirii's arms folded, her right forefinger kept tapping on her arm. "Now, let me ask to everyone in this room a very simple question."
Mirii's right arm stretched, her right forefinger points Grina.
"Why there is a television in its place?!" Her head rose a bit.
"Ack!" Grina's knees bended down. "Maybe… ehm… maybe they decided to change its location?" She grins, her eyes closed.
"After all this time?" Her right arm went back down, her head went down a bit, her face frowned. "Even Hunley remembers exactly the location of such vase."
"Yes, it was right on that furniture!" Hun nodded, while smiling. "Now there is that thing…"
"Wait a sec, Mirii!" Grina rose her knees. "Why they couldn't put a television there?!" She turns behind seeing Bars. "There is a sofa right in front of it! What's the point of putting a sofa if they would stare down at a boring vase?"
"Nnnngghh!" Mirii's forehead was full of sweat, as she bends a bit backwards. "Th-the sofa has no connection at all…!"
"It does!" Grina frowns, her eyelids were in the middle, her back bended forward, her wrists were on her hips. "Would you stop accusing everything you see?! Besides…" Her posture lifted back, as her eyes rested on the paper. "It's cool and all to know there was a vase before… but how could you claim this scrapped journal was made today? There isn't any date or anything! The guy could had made that journal a year ago or more… and now, he decided to write another journal completely unrelated to the vase!"
"Nnnn…" Her irises shrunk, her teeth gritted.
No… I-I can't lose like this… it's so obvious…! I… I… I'm going to find a perfect counterattack and stop this fool's attempt to mindlessly get away from the truth!
"Th-there has to be written along the words… give me back that journal!" Her hands were forward, wide open.
Grina sighs, as her right hand opened and the paper fell right on Mirii's hands.
Let's see… … wait… isn't this initial statement the same as the original entry? Let me grab that other one too! … it is! The statement opens in the same manner: the man woke up in the middle of the night… his eyes were still red, his legs couldn't stop trembling. Think carefully about this, Mirii… I don't want to appear like an idiot!
No, wait… this logical connection I have in mind makes sense, actually. It dared to escape my sight… but it's finally captured in my mind.
"As I suspected…" Mirii's head rose a bit. "There is indeed a reliable way to"
"What way?!" Grina's arms went down, her fists were clenching. "Are you kidding me?! There are nothing but sad words!"
"Correct: those two papers are filled with words from a man who doesn't speak as much as before." Mirii's arms rose, as her hands were grasping the papers which were pointed forward. "However, if you look carefully right here…"
Her hands went down, the papers rest on the desk: her forefingers pointed each at the first statement.
"Do you notice something?" Her mouth downturned slightly, her head rose a little bit.
"Uh… they are exactly the same…" Grina's irises bounced left and right. "And they say that the guy was tired… … WHAT THE?!" She jumped, as her eyes expanded, her arms stretched backwards a bit. "Waaaaiiitt a minute…"
Bars was bending forward, his eyes were seeing the papers.
"So… the scrapped journal said that the man was tired… but in the new journal he repeats that?" Her shrunken irises went on Mirii.
"Exactly." The girl snorted. "But there is a reason he repeated such sentences…" Her right hand stomped the desk. "That's because the man wasn't sleeping at all in those recent days!"
"Fffffff!" Grina's arms were bended, her fingers were tilted. "I-I can't think of any other reason…!"
"Of course you wouldn't." Mirii walks towards the small door. "There is no point to write a journal referred to a distant past, only to be continued today. Not to mention…"
The girl opened the door, stopping in front of Hun.
"… aside from the fact that the man has insomnia, the existence of that scrapped journal is also rather perplexing." Her right forefinger stood on her right cheek, her left hand grabbed her right elbow, her irises went a bit down. "If it was truly scrapped… why still keeping it? Why he couldn't wrote anything about Project Neo?"
"What do you think we should do next?" Hun's shoulders turned to the left, his eyes were seeing the window in front of the stairs. "There are two rooms left unexplored…"
"I intend to reveal the truth, Hunley." She walks past him. "Knowing anything important about that vase might"
Suddenly, a faint moan went across the entire room: Mirii jumped standing completely still, as her irises shrunk.
"… did you all hear that awful voice…?"
"I-I'm sniffing that putrid smell…!" Grina swallows silently.
"Like… no way I'm going to see the monsters of wasteland…" Bars turns over Mirii. "Girl, how about we break the glass and land on the grass?"
"Nonsense!" Mirii's eyes expanded even more, as a vein popped out on her forehead, her arms were stretched down, her fists were clenching, her face was frowning. "Perfection doesn't utilize brute tactics to stand above the weak!"
"Aaaaah, screw this mystery!" Grina sprints towards the stairs. "I'm outta of here!"
The girl turned to the right, as her eyes were looking down: she gasped loudly, walking backwards two times.
"Th-there are three of them!" Her left forefinger was pointing down, her right fingernails were near her mouth. "They are stepping on the stairs!"
Hun frowned: his eyes were looking at the window behind Grina.
"… I'm going to push them down." He runs.
"HUNLEY, NO!" Mirii's right arm rose, her right hand opened, her eyebrows skyrocket on her forehead.
The hand closed, grasping the air right behind Hun's back.
"STOP!" She dashes towards him. "YOU'LL NEVER ACHIEVE SUCH A HEROIC TASK!"
Hun turns into a Squid, sliding past Grina and bending down on a stair step: he was pointing towards one dark-blue Inkling man and two dark-blue Inkling women. The Squid dashed, impacting on the mutants and knock them down the stairs. Hun changed into his humanoid self, as he rolls left and right while yelling and closing his eyes. Dark-blue liquid was spread a bit around his face and hands.
"HUNLEEEEYYYY!" Mirii jumped above two stair steps landing near the boy.
Her eyebrows were up, her mouth was wide open, breathing loudly.
"Uuuuuuuhh…" Slowly, his eyes opened a bit as his teeth gritted. "Mirii…"
Mirii's shoulders turned to her left: the mutants kept moaning, as their hands were on the ground and their legs are gradually stretching. The girl returns towards the boy.
"TURN INTO A SQUID, HUNLEY!" Her hands went on his back. "THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE!"
Hun groaned a bit… and suddenly he changed into a Squid. Mirii lifts him, dashing with her back bending forward.
I-I must escape… with those mutants moving around the area, it's completely impossible searching for more clues! I-I need to find a place where to
The girl jumped, gasping loudly: in front of her eyes, 12 mutants were slowly walking forward with their arms stretching in the same direction.
END OF THE INVESTIGATION