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Part II (October 4th, 9:35 PM)
"...Damn. That was my fourth loss." Battler admitted with a bitter sigh. The two were still playing their game twenty minutes after they had seen Kinzo enter his study. The atmosphere in the lounge had quickly returned back to normal, with the two trying to outwit each other - both on the board and verbally. It was still just the two of them.
Nobody else had entered the lounge in those twenty minutes.
"I suppose you were wrong. Fourth time really wasn't the charm, eh?"
"Q-Quiet you!"
"You know, you can 'flip the chessboard', as you say, all you want, but you'll still have to actually play, you know."
"Now you're just rubbing salt on the wound..."
"I need to have a little fun, you know." She laughed innocently.
It was at that very moment that it happened. It came with no warning - as it usually did not. Nothing earlier in the day had suggested it, no piece of dialogue or interaction foreshadowed it (well - no piece of dialogue they had chance to witness, anyhow), no strange feeling in the air gave it away and no sound but that of the rain had given them a chance to prepare.
It was a loud, ear-shattering noise. Neither of the two had ever had the chance to hear it in person up to that point, but both of them immediately knew what it was. Their muscles stiffened and they jumped in shock, but their heads were still working just as they had been up to that point. They knew what they'd heard. And they'd heard it come from Kinzo's study.
And what they had heard was, naturally, a gunshot.
Shannon flew from her seat and rushed to the door, grabbing the doorknob and pulling the door with such force that the door slammed against the wall. Battler was only seconds behind her. (From the moment they'd heard the gunshot to the moment they both stood at the open door, no more than 15 seconds or so passed in total.) Upon seeing the sight before them, however, neither of them moved an inch past the door.
Inside lied the corpse of Ushiromiya Kinzo. Next to him, what looked like an antique pistol of some kind - the type you'd usually see magicians use in shows. It should come as no surprise when I tell you, then, that Ushiromiya Kinzo had a bullet hole in his forehead.
Blood had covered most of his face, but its faint, but still visible lines and the clothes said it all - that was indeed the family head, dead in his own study.
"This... what the hell is this?!" Battler demanded as he moved across the threshold of the doorway and approached the corpse.
"B-Battler, wait! D-Don't!" Shannon tried to grab his arm, but he shook it away.
"Let me go! This is some kind of a weird joke!" He was insistent. He crouched, grabbing the old man's right arm, feeling for a pulse. Shannon could see the frustration in his face as he failed to find it. "...Dammit." He sighed nervously. "..:Wait. Wait, no! Dammit, I know this! It's... it's that rubber ball under the armpit bullshit!" His hand shifted to the old man's throat, as he felt around for a pulse there, as well.
Shannon, in the meantime, looked around the room. To the right of the door was a fireplace. There was still fire in it, providing light into the room. It did little to provide heat into the room, obviously. What little warmth they had had completely left both of their bodies at that point. The body itself was positioned in the very center of the room, in front of the desk that covered with numerous books and papers, with Kinzo's head pointing towards the door. Between his feet and the desk there was a single chair. She remembered she'd brought the chair in herself earlier in the day per Kinzo's request. There was another one behind the desk - the one she'd always find Kinzo sitting at. And behind it was a single window (the only window in the room) - which was closed. To the left of the door were three bookshelves, all positioned against the wall. Judging by the dust around them, they had not been moved in some time.
She approached the fireplace. Faint bits of paper could be seen burning away. Whatever they were once, there was no hope of retrieving them.
"Dammit... Dammit, no... This isn't happening...!" Battler's body began to shake uncontrollably. "Come on, you old geezer...!" He felt as if he was starting to cry. But he knew he couldn't. At least, not then. And especially not in front of Shannon.
He picked up the gun. "This... is a fake gun, right?" He examined it to find that the pistol itself could only hold two bullets - and one of them was gone. The remaining one being loaded into the barrel (which meant that, after killing the old man, the culprit loaded the remaining bullet). He glanced back at the old man. "No... Dammit, no..." Upon closer inspection, he also noticed what looked like burn marks around the hole in the dead man's forehead. He'd read enough detective fiction to know what that meant - he was shot at close range. The murderer couldn't have been standing more than a couple of feet from him when he was killed.
Naturally, the fact that the bullet must've hit him smack in the head and that they didn't hear any kind of scream or anything of the sort meant that he had probably died instantly.
Shannon moved to the desk. Papers were scattered all across it. She remembered it was always like that. She also remembered the books. She still did not recall what most of them were supposed to be about. A thought had once come into her head that Kinzo had been writing a novel or something of the sort and that the strange books she had made out before were simply there for research purposes. However, she had never seen a trace or mention of such novel, so she dismissed it eventually. However - something quite uncharacteristic was on it.
An ashtray.
And in it, a single cigarette butt.
She knew that Kinzo did not smoke. At least, she wasn't aware of it. And yet, she realized she could make it faint traces of smoke in the air...
Battler searched the body for clues. For... something. A part of him was still holding onto the hope that the old man was simply playing an elaborate prank on him. That he would get up and any moment and announce his grand deception. The chances were getting slimmer and slimmer, but Battler's hope still remained.
The only thing he found was the key to the room. Which didn't mean much. It wasn't even a locked room murder, in the end.
Shannon approached the window. With a push, the window opened. All she could really see in the distance was the dark sea seeping into the horizon. She looked down. Along that side of the mansion was a passage which led to the guesthouse. There was nobody there. She bent her neck even further - now staring directly down the wall. The mud below that entire side of the mansion appeared to be undisturbed. No footprints, no tracks or anything of the sort. This much she could make out due to the lamps which were placed along the path.
She then closed the window, locking it.
"Was this... suicide...?" Battler asked. "I mean... there's nobody here but us! Nobody could've gotten out without us noticing - I mean, look around! The room is too small! Nobody could even be hiding in here! The window was closed, the gun was near him, we saw nobody else getting in... It had to be suicide... right?"
"It wasn't suicide." Suddenly, a familiar woman's voice spoke from the doorframe.
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