3rd Person POV
Mori checked his phone again. 7:34pm. He sighed. Just on time to see the show.
"Mori," He heard his executive say beside him. "when did you find out it was Morse code?"
"The room I was in had cracks. So that when a breeze went through, it created a few noises which created a sentence similar to what [S Surname] had said to me before she died." He answered. Sooner or later, he'll have to tell the others about it.
Kouyou was silent. She didn't know whether to be amazed that he figured it out or that she planned all of this from the beginning. "It's 7:38pm."
As the sun hovered over the sea with its' yellows and oranges that mixed along the sea of blues, the warehouse was exposed to its' sun rays. The two of them didn't flinch as the rays reflected off the metal and aimed onto the ground. There was a few spots that shone brightly with the rays. As soon as it happened, Mori brought off his scalpels and threw them onto the ray-ed areas. They were marks for them to dig out later.
"7:39pm." Kouyou whispered. The lights were gone. The rays scattered across the warehouse, but none of them pointed onto the ground anymore. "What an interesting game she created."
Mori chuckled. "Indeed, what a goose chase she made."
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After digging up each burial site that Mori marked, only one had a safe in it. It was quite large. Definitely the size of a two Moris. There was something else intended on the safe. The two of them had a moment to think, before realizing what it was.
Braille.
The two sweatdropped before laughing a little about how the amount of surprises [S Surname] had.
The braille displayed was:
⠠⠞⠓⠑ ⠙⠁⠽ ⠠⠊ ⠼⠙⠊⠑⠙
Which translated to The day I died. But since is that a number lock they translated the four words into the english alphabets and then typed them in as numbers to match the alphabets. Then for each word, they added up the numbers for a piece of the code. It ended up as 33-30-9-22.
Once they entered it into the lock, it open. Inside was something they weren't excepting at all. They couldn't read it in a place like there. Instead, they brought it back to base first, then examine it more closely.
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The 2 of them sighed. What a mess they gotten themselves into. Once they laid everything down, they saw many documents that [S Surname] was looking into. But not about why you were targeted or killed. Just you being somehow connected and investigating the events in the safe. Or something else was right. It wasn't information about her, just something else. However it was important. About 15 months from now, there will be a mysterious fog in Yokohama. Which somehow had been covered up by the government, was now brought into their hands. Information they shouldn't know but know do. A few documents of Arahabaki through Rando's adventure somehow found and record as a third person anonymous. And a news article about a cult that had slaves for decades until someone from their hideout. However for the last one, the slaves were never found, but tools and their presence where definitely there.
The two made notes of the last one. Most definitely that had more connection to her. But it was vague. Too vague like even if we had found the safe, she didn't want anyone to know more about her.
That made them doubt her character. How much did she lie about herself? How much was the truth? But confirmed one thing.
Her malice when it comes to revenge, was real.—
The day passed. Now refreshed, they decided it was time to help their pupils out.
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Lucid Memories
Hayran KurguLife isn't a fairytale. No Cinderella. No Snow White. Sometimes fate entangles around your ever being, dragging you into the depths of reality itself. And you can't escape. You don't have the power and the strength to keep going. You keep clawing...