"Okay so ..." The familiar Osakan detective is holding a portable EMF meter up to the walls of the mansion. "Energy readings are off the scale. I don't even know what half those lights mean ... and the K-2 meter is going nuts. Which means ..." Heiji sighs, ignoring the beeping of the K-2 meter as he reasons aloud. "Either the fall really messed up
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It was just better...if he didn't get too deeply involved.
Of course, after all this pondering, she'd missed the meal hour and decided to take in a late dinner in the dining hall.
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Well, it was no surprise she had started yelling. She'd do it for less.
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It'd been hard. He'd been forced to question his own sanity, his own memory. From his parents it'd been bad enough ... but from his best friend?
"An' you thought I'd do the same thing -- so you did it to me?"
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She paused, clenching her fists. "I...I wanted it to stop. I didn't want to be crazy. I wanted you...I wanted you to be the detective. I wanted to see you work, that look on your face when you solve a case and the relief that what might just be delusions went away, but you never did and I didn't know what to do..."
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