[Imperial throne, have I made any mistake?] Hinata frowned.

Kamukura Izuru was very quiet. It was about three seconds before he spoke. [Hope and despair are not simple terms. It is normal to have misunderstandings.]

[Huh? You mean, you knew about this a long time ago, but you just didn't tell me?] Hinata Hajime pressed his temple, [Okay, I know, you didn't bother to tell me because this is too boring for you, right? Let me think about it, what exactly I overlooked.]

[Wait a minute... Yuuto Yoshimaru committed suicide! 】

Yoshimaru Yuto who committed suicide, and the evil man Numazawa.

Yes, why did Yuto Yoshimaru commit suicide?

The purpose of the despair fragment is to spread despair. The more desperate the host is, the faster it will spread. After killing everyone, Yoshimaru Yuto's despair will reach its peak. Why would Yoshimaru Yuto call the Armed Detective Agency for help in this situation, and even commit suicide because of despair and guilt?

Logically, he should be like Shirase, with despair eroding all his consciousness and believing that everyone was the culprit who hurt him.

Did Kamizuru mention the 'swamp of evil' before to remind him?

...It's really worthy of him.

Thinking of this, Hinata Hajime looked around and then walked out of the shelter directly. Dazai Osamu was looking at him.

"Hinata-kun?"

"Mr. Dazai, I have something that needs to be verified. Please help me look at Shirase and I will tell you when I have a conclusion!"

"Huh?" Dazai Osamu just watched Hinata Hajime run away from his sight.

Leaning against the wall, Dazai glanced at Shirase who was trying to get up behind him, with interest in his iris-colored eyes.

"What will you do, Hinata-kun? Hurry up. If you delay any longer, Shirase will die. He has murderous intentions towards the leaders of the Port Mafia. He probably won't be enough even if he dies a hundred times. Even if Chuuya wants to keep him, Mr. Mori will find a reason to get rid of him."

"We need to resolve this matter before Mr. Mori takes action."

…

Hinata Hajime returned to Yoshimaru Yuto's rental house. At this time, the military police had just left and the body had been taken away. The whole room was empty, with bloodstains still on the ground, emitting a faint smell of blood.

[Even the military and police wouldn't pay too much attention to the slums outside of Raibo Street, not to mention that this was a suicide case. The deceased had no relatives or property to inherit, so it was estimated that the military and police would just help him collect the body.] Hinata Hajime reached out and touched the wall, trying to find something wrong, [So, even if there was something, the military and police wouldn't find it.]

Once you find a suspicious point, things that you haven't noticed before will continue to pop up.

For example: Where is Yuto Yoshimaru's cell phone?

If it is really a jaundice game, then it must have a game carrier. Even Shirase has a mobile phone displaying the game in his hand, but when Yoshimaru Yuto died, all he had was a homemade wooden box used for suicide and a diary paper written in slang.

Kamijou Izuru must have noticed this first, but of course he did not remind Hinata Hajime. He just wanted to see when Hinata Hajime would notice it.

Now that Hinata Hajime has noticed it, Kamijou Izuru is no longer standing idly by.

【Bricks in the corner next to the bed. 】

【Here? 】

Hinata Hajime was stunned for a moment. He looked towards the place where Kamijou Izuru was, then walked over the bloodstains and walked there. Looking at the bricks beside the bed, Hinata Hajime squatted down and reached out to knock on them, knocking all the way down, and finally hit a brick with a hollow sound.

This place is empty.

The face-saving work still had to be done. The military police took away Yoshimaru Yuto's body and the murder weapon, and collected all the attacking weapons on the surface for evidence. Hinata Hajime looked around, and finally walked into the kitchen and found a stainless steel spatula. He inserted the spatula into the gap between the tiles and pried it down with force.

With a click, the stone slab was pried out by the force and fell to the ground with a piece of soil. Hinata Hajime touched Yoshimaru Yuto's missing mobile phone from the gap.

Hinata Hajime picked up the phone on the ground and turned on the turned-off phone. Soon the power-on ringtone rang and Hinata Hajime saw the game on the phone screen. He left the room with the phone and came to a safe and secluded place on the ground, then opened the game on it.

After a familiar music, the title of "Yellow Syndrome" appeared on the screen.

The blood-stained title slid down, and Hinata Hajime frowned slightly, because in this game belonging to Yoshimaru Yuto, it showed that the game failed.

The self-destructive game caused by jaundice syndrome failed?

After Yoshimaru Yuto died, the controllable game character disappeared, but through the game records, Hinata Hajime could still see the names of people who had died before. Above Yoshimaru Yuto's name was a male name named Hisayama Mitsuru.

[This should be the owner of the diary. Speaking of which, we don’t know what the secret that caused this desperate incident is.]

[The military and police probably don’t care whether the suicide victim has any secrets.]

【You can check it out. 】

[It's not that simple.] Hinata Sou sighed, [There is a lack of information about the slums of Ray Street, especially now that he is dead, it is difficult for us to determine where he left this secret. The only one who knows this secret is this Hisayama Hikaru.]

However, Hisayama Mitsuru died earlier than Yoshimaru Yuto.

Hinata Hajime leaned against the wall, with a hint of regret in his light green eyes, thoughts surging in his mind, trying to find some inspiration from them.

To be honest, Hinata Hajime's observation and judgment skills are not outstanding. He only has the detective level of an ordinary person. He can push the case step by step with the occasional flash of inspiration. He is not an excellent detective. Hinata Hajime knows this better than anyone else.

Kamijou Izuru looked at Hinata Hajime calmly, his emerald eyes reflecting an expression that was completely different from his own.

It's really amazing that they are the same person but have completely different characteristics.

Even though it was so boring, Kamuzuru Izuru inexplicably wanted to see him move forward step by step. Whether it was hope or despair, he just wanted to keep observing himself, who would never be bored with anything even though he had talent.

【A diary is not a series of dates.】

Hinata Hajime was stunned for a moment, [What did you say? ]

He hurriedly took out the diary paper he had found in Yoshimaru Yuto's room. He carefully identified the handwriting on it and finally found traces of writing on the previous piece of paper on one of the sheets. These tiny traces were quite inconspicuous, but if you look closely, you will find that this piece of paper does not match the previous one.

[Isn't this a continuous content?! ]

Hinata Hajime found some information in the diary. According to the diary, Hisayama Hikaru knew the secret of Yoshimaru Yuto. He and Yoshimaru Yuto were colleagues at work. He had threatened Yoshimaru Yuto and was the last person to die. If we find the location of Hisayama Hikaru, we should be able to find some clues.

Reopening the game interface, Hinata Hajime tried to find the place where Hisayama Mitsuru died, but the game did not provide the location of the deceased. In the end, Hinata Hajime could only ask the military and police.

Fortunately, the reputation of the Armed Detective Agency made the military and police relatively polite to him. Simply asking for normal information about the deceased was not a big deal, so the military and police told him generously.

"This is it." Hinata Hajime looked at the last place he arrived at.

That was the slum on the other side of Raibo Street, not much different from the previous ones, with humans struggling to survive in dilapidated buildings. Hinata Hajime walked up the creaking stairs towards the top floor, where Hisayama Mitsuru lived.

Hisayama Hikaru's financial situation is even worse than Yoshimaru Yuto's. The only places he can choose to live are the basement and the top floor which requires climbing more than ten floors, and the environment is quite poor.

While walking up, Hinata Hajime recalled the little information the military police told him when they knew he was investigating the suicide case of Yoshimaru Yuto.

"The people in the area of ​​​​Raybo Street are not easy to mess with. Sometimes they will even strip the clothes of the dead. Yoshimaru Yuto and Hisayama Hikaru are considered to be innocent. They have never caused any trouble in such a place, and they have never joined any mafia gangs."

"The two have a good relationship and often go to get off work together."

"Honestly, you don't have to care about this matter. It's troublesome without the commission. Even if you find out that he murdered her, it's useless. There are no laws there, only their unspoken rules."

"Of course, I admire your determination, young man, keep going."

So, the relationship between Yuto Yoshimaru and Hikaru Hisayama is not what is said in the diary, but is more friendly?

Hinata Hajime pried open the lock of Hisayama Hikaru's door. The room was empty. Apart from a bed, there was a broken computer and not even a table. Hinata Hajime glanced around and then looked at the ceiling. He put the only chair in a position, stepped on it, reached out and pulled the ceiling, and the next moment a dark attic appeared.

Climbing up the shelf, Hinata Hajime turned on the flashlight on his phone. In the attic, the smell of dust mixed with the smell of blood. In the corner, a young man was lying on the ground. He opened his eyes, and there was emptiness in his pupils, but his expression was peaceful, as if he was not dead at all.

Hisayama Hikaru.

Hinata Hajime saw a diary and a pen next to Hisayama Mitsuru's body. The pen was an expensive brand and had probably been used for many years, so half of the paint on the surface had fallen off. However, it was obvious that the owner cherished it very much and was reluctant to let it get bumped even at the moment of his death.

Putting the diary papers in his hand back into the diary one by one, Hinata Hajime finally saw the complete records in the diary.

"I'm in a difficult situation at work. That guy, relying on his good relationship with the boss... But I know his secret. He probably doesn't know it. His secret has long been publicized everywhere."

"That guy actually asked me how I knew that? If you trust those people and tell secrets to others, they will definitely be spread. This should be a lesson for him. Don't trust those people so easily."

"I finally cut off all ties with those people. Even if I want to have friends, I can't hang out with them. They are such a worrying guy. I can return the money to him sometime."

"Why did a game suddenly appear on my phone? And I can't delete it? Why is everyone's name still on it?"

"Damn it, that wasn't a normal game, that person is dead! You can't be killed in a game, once the character in the game dies, you will die too! Why did something like this happen to me?!"

"Everyone is dead, only him and I are left. I know it must be him. He wants to kill everyone. In order to keep the secret, I will never let him succeed!"

…

"I think the Yoshimaru Yuto I know is not who he is now. Something is affecting him. After this game appeared, Yoshimaru Yuto is no longer himself. I must break this thing to end it all. I must think of a way, otherwise, both he and I will die."

"Only failure can end this game. Breaking the rules of the game may change something, so I made this decision to end it with my death. But Yuto, if you read this diary, I hope you can get out of this terrible game and live well. I always believe that you are not a villain who tramples on other people's lives casually."

…

After that, there was a blank space, with only bright red bloodstains on the diary and black words blurred by tears.

Hinata Sou raised his head and the diary slipped from his hands.

He thought he had found the answer.