Josh, who they saw again, looked much more nervous than before. He glanced at the two detectives, fidgeting his hands and feet restlessly, as they take him to another empty room, not an interrogation room, and sitting on a chair. His face was blue, and he seemed to realize that he was in trouble. Sitting motionless on the chair in front of him, Jude opened his mouth casually.
âOh, itâs not much â but youâre not good at lying by nature. Josh, let me ask you something. Itâs important.â
âWell, what is it? I donât know anything other than what you said last time?â
âHave you had any weird get-togethers with your friends?â
At any rate, his small shoulder sprang over. The blue eyes grew greener and trembled little by little. Feeling at the same time that somehow they became a villain and mysterious at the situation, Tim spat at Jude in a low voice.
âJude, what are you talking about all of a sudden? What strange gatheringâŚâŚâ
âSorry, Tim, later, later. Josh, talk to me. Have you ever met your usual friends and talked about anything unusual? I wonât ask about strangers.â
âWhyâŚ..why? It doesnât matter what we do among ourselves, does it matter?â
âOh, of course it matters. Iâm a cop, and your friends are dead.â
âTheyâreâŚâŚ..!â
âAh, yes. Youâre trying to say theyâve finally freed themselves again. Yeah, well, whatever you think. But I have to care about the people who âlet them freeâ. But you know what Iâm thinking as time goes by? I donât think this has anything to do with that teacher. You donât know, do you? The teacher who passed on the idea of Schopenhauerâs pessimism, who was close to the late Reeve and Eli, heâs stuck at the police station right now.â
âMr., Mr. LanceâŚ.â
The childâs face, turned a little whiter. Perhaps he did not hear that the teacher had been arrested, because he was brought from the teacherâs office quietly â since the crime was not confirmed yet, and it was demeaning to catch him in front of the children.
âYes, heâs being beat up in there now for allegedly causing your friends to die. Heâs denying it now, but after hours of interrogation, heâll lose his mind. He wonât have the energy to argue with others. By then, he might feel like he has done something wrong. Then what if he confesses? That poor teacher will be socially buried. He dared to kill the children on the subject that he teaches.â
âWait, Jude. What are you saying to the kidâŚâ
âJosh, I knew you knew something. I didnât know who was behind you, so I just didnât try to touch it, but now that heâs been arrested, things have changed. I donât think heâs the cause. Even college students donât do it these days because they are fascinated by Schopenhauerâs ideas. But if he stays here, well, itâs a bit of a quandary, so if he stays here, even if heâs innocent, he can still be guilty. Thatâs why Iâm checking you out now.â
Judeâs eyes were serious, and he kept his eyes straight into the eyes of the child and spoke clearly.
âReally, do you think that teacher killed Reeve and Eli and Carrie?â
ââŚâŚ..â
âJosh.â
Little by little, the breathing became like a wheeze. His hiccupping breathing made his heart throb several times, and Joshâs face twisted. Tears came to his eyes in an instant. Josh, who tried to hold back his tears by biting his lips several times, heard Jude said halfheartedly â âWell, if youâre not going to talk, that teacher is going to go to jail. Take care of yourself.â- Slowly, with his voice to suppress his cry and his head down said.
âMr. Lance is not a bad personâŚâ
âThen.â
âJude, you donât have to push him too hard.â
Feeling sorry to Josh, who was trying to bite the corners of his mouth with tears hanging in his eyes, Tim held Judeâs shoulder lightly. Looking at Tim, Jude sighed quietly. Reaching out a little awkwardly and rubbing Joshâs hair, Jude asked in a soft voice.
âNo, you know, itâs not like Iâm taking them here. I just want you to tell me. These days, no one has seen any suspicious people, and no one has been transferred to another school. So itâs just things that happened between the kids who were there, but when I changed the question a little, there was one adult who knew something.â
ââŚâŚwhatâŚâŚâŚ.heuk, he said, whatâŚ.?â
âI think he heard the kids at school once at night. He didnât perceive it when I asked for suspicious people, but when I asked him if there had been anything unusual in school these days, he thought about it for a while and then he told me? By the way, do you know how many times did I dial the phone to hear this?â
âMr. MattâŚ..aah.â
Toward the bewildered little face, Jude smiled altruistically.
âAh, yeah, Uncle Matt. Heâs a security guard. You must know something, donât you? Okay, what did you do there in the middle of the night? Who was there?â
ââŚâŚthatâsâŚâŚ I donât know, I canâtâŚâŚâ
âJosh, I know youâre scared. You donât want to be abandoned by your friends, do you? But among your friends, three died, Iâm sure they were the ones who gathered there. Itâs a big deal.â
âNo, no. Iâm not. Theyâre⌠âŚ!â
âOkay, Iâm out. Iâm getting tired of this too. Whatever it is, theyâre dead. Theyâre dead, okay? Itâs not something I can turn a blind eye to, and itâs not something you can forget. And, you know, is that good? Are you relieved that theyâre gone in the name of being free? No, right? Youâve been having a hard time, havenât you?â
âNo, no. No! No! They did it to let them be free from it!â
The boyâs soprano voice split the room with a crackling sound. Unknowingly, Tim looked back at Jude, frowning. The blond detective was laughing like someone who figured out the last word of the word puzzle. Feeling unfamiliar, Tim looked at him with a strong sense of incompatibility. He never looked like this when he was investigating the case.
âYouâre saying they did it, who did it? Who?â
ââŚâŚâŚâŚ.. I really⌠I didnât know this would happenâŚ..I didnât know it would be this bigâŚâ
âYes, you didnât know. So who made you do that?â
ââŚâŚIâm scared, Iâm scaredâŚâ
âItâs all right, this is the police station. Thereâs plenty of cops, and Iâm gonna protect you from anyone hurting you, so thereâs nothing to worry about. Who made you do that?â
The child fidgeted with both hands several more times. When the child, who was rubbing his feet, finally opened his small mouth, Tim forgot about Jude and held on to the armrest in surprise.
â⌠Connie.â
âConnie? Is it Connie âŚâ
âThe boy who came with Clara earlier!â
âAh, that kid. So, was Connie the leader of your group?â
ââŚ.y, yesâŚâŚ. ConnieâŚâ
Tim, who looked at Josh humming with his head bowed, immediately grabbed Judeâs arm. After mouthing, âWait a momentâ toward Judeâs slightly confused eyes, Tim took Jude and left the room. To the partner who nonchalantly said âwhy?â, Tim asked with a confused head.
âAll right, Jude, I donât know whatâs going on right now. Can you explain?â
âOh? Explanation, youâve heard everything. A childrenâs meeting. Itâs what teenagers do often.â
âWait, so they killed the kids at the meet-up?â
âWell, Iâll have to ask him the details, but itâs better ask the ringleader. I donât know everything, Mr. Tim, I was just told there was a gathering like that at best of all. But at least I donât think thereâs an adult involvedâŚâŚbut something feels wrong, Iâll have to ask him again.â
âHuh? Ask what more? Canât we just call Connie first? Come to think of it, maybe Connie asked Clara to tell us earlier.â
âHmmâŚ. Letâs call Connie first. But I donât think heâs the ringleader, heâs got a weird attitude. I was going to ask him because he seemed to be lying, but Tim, you dragged me out so I couldnât askâŚâŚ. Josh!â
âJude, heâs still a kid, go easy! Whatâs wrong with you?â
Holding Judeâs arm a little hard as he opened the door, the unintentional green eyes looked at Tim for a moment curiously.
âWhat do you mean, what do I do? Iâm just asking, heâs no different. You canât ask him anything if you keep on pitying him.â
âButâŚ..!â
âTheyâre dead, and we want to solve it as soon as possible. If you donât like it, go tell Beckman whatâs going on. Let the poor man go before he makes a hard confession. Okay? Iâll take care of this side.â
In a sullen look, Jude pushed Tim gently and closed the door. After staring at the closed door for a moment, Tim soon shook his head erratically and began to move his feet. As Jude said, it might have been him who had clouded judgment. When he said children, he just thought they would be pure and kind. He had nothing to say if they were too naive, but it wasnât right for him to question them.
Still, he wouldnât do it too hard. As he walked to the end of the hallway trying to silence the commotion in his mind, suddenly the door of Josh and Judeâs room opened with a fierce sound. Bam! As Tim turned around surprised by the sound, Jude grabbed Timâs arm as the footsteps getting closer.
âLetâs go, thereâs another question!â
âWhat? No, Jude, what?â
âLance! We have to go to Lance!â
Jude, who ran to the interrogation room in a dangerous three-legged duo with Tim shouting, âUh, well, Jude, wait, Jude!â, suddenly opened the door of the interrogation room and received the wide-eyed look of Beckman and Lance, who was sitting with a depressed face. Regardless of the obvious signs of doubt in the gaze, Jude came to the front of Lance, letting go of Timâs arm.
âMr. Hamilton, I have a question. Itâs about a student.â
âWhat? What, do you have another questionâŚâ
âJude, what the hell is this all of a sudden? Whatâs going on?â
On Beckmanâs face, there was surprise and light anger at the same time. It was a situation where he couldnât say anything even if he was disciplined for trespassing during interrogation. Feeling both puzzled and bewildered, Tim looked at Judeâs appearance. I think heâs got something, but whoâs he trying to ask about?
âItâs about a student, just in case you know.â
âHa, when it comes to studentâs privacy, I canât say it myselfâŚâ
âThis kid is closely related to the death of the students. If you donât tell me, youâll be in trouble too.â
Lance, seemed extremely confused, looking through Judeâs face several times as if he was trying to read what Jude was thinking, finally nodded his head.
â When a studentâs name popped out of Judeâs mouth, Tim ended up clamoring with astonishment.