Alice was used to strange things happening in her life,but she never expected she would end up in being a suspect in a murder case.
It all stared when she sensed an ominous presence in an old temple. She went to investigate it out of curiosity and found at least five violent ghosts. All of the ghost were murdered in same way. She decided to inform the police about the bodies. she never expect them to track her down and arrest her.
She sat in the interrogation room with the detective who arrested her. They have been asking her all sort of questions and she remained silence. Her Japanese was crappy but she was able to tell that the detective was getting frustrated with her.
” Tell me the truth” The detective asked her in heavily accented English but she didn’t reply. There was no use telling him the truth.He wouldn’t believe her anyway. She was so sure they had nothing solid against her so she decided to wait for her release. The detective mumbled something to his partner about calling for help of a high school detective or something. Did she hear that right ? or was her Japanese really that bad ?
Fortunately for the hapless girl, she was absolutely correct. Also fortunate was the fact that said teenager was in the station at that very moment. True, he was just dropping off reports on his way to rummage through the cold case files again to stave off post-exam boredom, but Hakuba found that those moments were invaluable for networking. There was always some sort of problem that could he shoved off on him by the senior officers, and the blond was happy to help.
…mostly because it let him show his superiority through action, proving that he belonged just as much as any of the rest of them, nepotism be damned. So he didn’t have his degree yet, let alone the full academy training. It was only a matter of time, and he had proved his salt again and again through the cases he’d solved. Still, there was no end of satisfaction when they crawled to him for help, and likewise no end of frustration when they forgot all about it moments later.
He wondered what the result would be for the particular case that he was approached with just as he was getting the filing cabinet open in the cold archive room.
“Come on, Hakuba-kun…” The officer pleaded with no disguise for his reluctance. “We need you to translate.”
There was a period of 4.332 seconds in which Hakuba bit his lip, considering the option to torture the policeman, but in the end he decided that it wasn’t worth it. Clearly, having to ask him had been torture enough. So the half-brit put on a polite smile and closed the filing drawer with a satisfying click. “Fine, fine, lead the way.”
Unfortunately, there wasn’t really time to read over the file that was thrust into his hands on the way, but Hakuba did his best to at least glance over it. At the door to the interrogation room, he adjusted his tie, nodded to the other officer, and stepped in with a much more charming grin, stepping over to the girl with an extended hand.
“Good afternoon,” the teenager said in English with a cheerful British accent. “My name is Detective Hakuba. Apologies for the confusion; I’d be happy to assist in getting your statements. Would you like some water or anything like that before I get started?”