Day 4- Piku
Yesterday was a huge pandemonium. The police arrived late at night but since nobody could sleep- especially Kiki, poor thing- we were all ready to help in investigations. Inspector Guffaw, or whatever his name is, seemed very inexperienced. He turned pale upon witnessing the bodies and I saw from his notebook that his handwriting was illegible. I do not know about anyone else, but I had often judged capable policemen by their notebooks. Thankfully, he brought along experienced men to dismantle the mechanism in our room that nearly killed Wildheart.
When Inspector Guffaw had gone to his room on the second floor today, to "review his notes on the crime", Wildheart and I decided to go check on Kiki. She was still sobbing. I went up to her and patted her back.
"Don't fret, Kiki. The police will find some clue soon, and lead us to the murderer," I lied between my teeth. I had no confidence in Inspector Guffaw's skills whatsoever.
Wildheart snorted, "If that stupid Dunsparce can figure out anything, his surname wouldn't be Guffaw. We can tell that his ancestors couldn't be too clever either. Maybe they used to be court jesters. Anyway, have you heard this riddle recently? What do whales like to chew?" "Don't judge a person by his name," I chided. "You haven't answered my question yet. I'll tell you the answer. Blubber gum!" and Wildheart went crazy with laughter, as was his norm.
Kiki ignored him and said, "Piku, I promised Inspector Guffaw to look over Emma's belongings for items that may provide a lead. Could both of you help me?" Of course, we agreed and began ransacking the place for clues.
Just then, a constable knocked on the door. "Inspector Guffaw wishes to see each of you in turn. You're all suspects, you see. He's finished with the employees and thinks all their alibis are satisfying. So, who wants to be interrogated first?" he asked. We stared at each other. I had always learned from crime movies that the detective or sleuth usually decided who should be interrogated first, not the suspects deciding among themselves! It was quite unprofessional indeed.
A moment later, Wildheart volunteered to go first, to see just what kind of questions the inspector would pop up. We continued searching after he left with the police constable.
I was rummaging through Emma's cupboard when Kiki gave a cry. I turned. She was holding a book in her hands. "This is the book Emma started reading about a day after we got here. I wonder what it is." I went over. The first page told us plenty. It was signed: Property of Daemon. It was obviously his diary.
"Why would Emma be seen with his diary?" I wondered aloud. Kiki replied, "It's clear enough. Emma was the one who saw his dead body first, so she must've taken his diary…" Without a word, she flipped open to the first entry.
Dear Diary, I have finally left the fearsome and hateful wrath of that person I shall never acknowledge as my trainer. He and his Blastoise are now my sworn enemies. I must eliminate them, especially the latter, in exchange for my parents' lives. After I have found a job and gotten enough money, I will buy a dagger.
This was the last entry.
Dear Diary, good news. This is my first day at the beach resort. I have gone to the fountain of the Blastoise and confirmed that that is the Blastoise I am hunting for. Apparently he saved the island from flooding but sacrificed himself. That is unlike him, but perhaps that was just a ploy to trick the islanders and they fell for it. I have also discovered something else. A friend of the cold-blooded monster is here to celebrate the Blastoise's birthday, which is today, I remember. That friend used to be 1 of the trainer's Pokemon, and on hearty terms with Blastoise. I shall keep a watchful eye all the time, in case that-
There was a rap on the door. The police constable of just now peered in. "One of you is next. Inspector Guffaw is in the room at the far right end when you go up the stairs. I'll be going to the dining room to have some lunch. I sure am hungry." With that, he raced off. I said, "I'll go first, you take a quick rest. I don't think we should give the diary to Guffaw just yet, you know…" I trailed off. Kiki nodded knowingly and put the diary in a drawer in the room. "We'll read the book together later," she declared.
I got to the second floor. Wildheart was still there. He came up to me and laughed, "Hey, bud. Perhaps that Guffaw isn't so daft after all. He knows something useful. If only I could figure out what he meant by that statement…" he screwed up his forehead thoughtfully and walked away. I shrugged and entered Inspector Guffaw's room.
It was pretty standard routine to me. Inspector Guffaw asked the usual questions like where I was in the afternoon, approximately at the time of Emma's death. I told him as truthfully as I could and he let me go. I was puzzled. He did not let on anything that could make Wildheart change his mind about him to me.
It was nighttime when I arrived at the dining room. Inspector Guffaw had announced for us to gather at the place while he made an astounding revelation, or so the constable claimed. I still did not believe in his abilities.
"Where's Wildheart?" murmured Kiki. I shrugged and told her, "He hasn't been in our room since he went to see Guffaw. I thought he might be having a chat with you." Kiki shrunk back, as though repulsed, and shuddered, "As if I would ever have the patience to chat with a joker like him. I wonder if the police constable found him and relayed the message."
Inspector Guffaw told us to sit around and said, "Before Wildheart comes, let me tell you something. I was prowling about the premises last night and an idea hit upon me. I had a slight inkling about how the crimes were committed, and why, and I suggested the idea to Wildheart. Neither of us could elaborate on my inspiration, and Wildheart went away promising to think about it. He came to tell me an hour ago that he knows everything now, and I asked him to announce it now. He should be here anytime soon."
That was when the same constable rushed here, panting. "I-inspector, it's the Jolteon! He's dead!" We stood up. "His corpse was seen in the room! The room where we stored all those bodies! He's been strangled!"