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The Train Murder Case - Ruikasa Week 2023

Day 5: Detective

Rui and his sister, Nene, were eating peacefully in their train's dining cart when they heard a scream. The two of them immediately stood up and ran toward the sound. There, the transport police had already apprehended a young man with two-colored hair and a bloody patch on his suit.

"Just a moment, please! This blood isn't mine!" the young man yelled. "Someone ran into me a moment ago as I was leaving the toilet. I only noticed the blood when I went back to my compartment."

"We'll listen to what you have to say for yourself later," the police said. "Now, come along!"

Nene walked up beside him. "Rui, let's just step back," she whispered to him. "This isn't our problem."

Nene was right. There was no need to join in the mess that wasn't theirs in the first place. Though he did feel sorry for the innocent man and he doesn't seem to be someone who would hurt a fly.

"Let him go." Someone said, causing everyone to turn toward the voice. A young man with sunset hair and eyes, dressed in a brown coat with a matching colored hat, walked in. Something about this man stole Rui's attention and he didn't understand why. "He's with me."

"Tsukasa!" the apprehended man sighed with relief.

One of the police gasped. "Tsukasa? As in THE Tsukasa Tenma?!"

"That's right." The blond tipped his hat. "Detective Tsukasa Tenma. A pleasure to meet you."

Ah, now Rui remembered. He had seen him on the paper.

Tenma turned to the head officer. "The killer is still on this train. Well, unless they jump off a train traveling to London at 100 kph. The next stop is Grantham, which means there's still time to find them."

"48 minutes to be exact," Rui couldn't help but chime in. Tenma glanced at him, surprised but then let out an amused huff.

"Are you a mathematician?"

"I am a mathematic college professor," Rui smiled at him.

"Neat." Tenma smiled back. He turned back to the officers. "Leave this to me. For now, I wish you can keep an eye on everyone here. Make sure they stay on their spot."

"R-Right."

"Oh, and can I please have my brother back?"

"He's your brother?"

"Adopted."

"I-I see..." The officers let go of the young man who let out a sigh again. "We'll leave it to you, Mister Tenma."

Tenma gave him a nod as the officers leave. He turned toward his brother. "You're okay, Touya?"

Touya nodded. "I'm fine. But..." He glanced at the locked door in front of them. "Are they really...?"

"Unfortunately, yeah. Can you pick the lock?"

"O-Oh. Of course."

As Touya knelt down in front of the lock, Tenma turned toward Rui and Nene. "You can return to your cart for now."

Rui shook his head. "What if I want to see your work? Perhaps I can help."

Tenma hummed. "Well, as long as you don't tamper with anything, then I guess you can."

Rui chuckled. "You're pretty casual for a detective, aren't you?"

Tenma grinned. "Being tense won't help anybody, would it? How about this? Can you find a list of the passenger and compartment layouts, also the crewmen? Perhaps it can save our time."

Rui glanced at Nene. "Can you do that?"

Nene pouted. "Cih, pulling me into this." But she did walk away to do the request.

"It's open, Tsukasa," Touya said, opening the door.

There was a man on the ground with a bottle of whiskey by his feet. His back slumped against the wall with blood on his neck and splattered onto the couch and window. His suitcase is left unopened and the glass on the couch spilled its content.

The detective immediately got to work, looking around the room for clues. He started with the unharmed name cards on the couch. "The victim is Oliver Dappleback, a jeweler from London." Looking at the ground, he noticed the footprints on the ground. Two sets of male footprints. One belonged to the victim and the other to the killer. "From the looks of it...size 10 inches shoes...the killer must've come from Durham."

"How do you know?" Touya asked.

"Look at-" Tenma paused, realizing something. "Pardon. I don't think I know your name."

"Rui Kamishiro." Rui tipped his hat.

Tenma replied with a nod. "Look at Mister Kamishiro's shoes. What can you pick on?"

Touya looked at Rui's shoes, furrowing. "They're muddy."

"That's right," Rui said. "It was raining earlier."

"I see." Touya hummed. "So, that narrows down the sex and the station where the killer boarded."

Rui then picked up the glass. Bringing up to his nose he could smell a faint, lingering dangerous aroma. "Chloral."

"And mixed with alcohol, like this whiskey," Tenma added, bringing up the half-empty whiskey bottle, "it becomes a dangerous drug with exhibits powerful soporific effects."

"So, someone laced his drink with it?" Touya asked in realization.

"Yep," Tenma said. "Making this a drugging-robbery."

"Robbery? Why not murder?" Touya asked again.

"If this is a planned murder, then there's no reason to do it on the train where there's no quick escape route," Tenma said, leaning close toward the corpse to see the wound. "It's more likely that the killer just wanted to drug the victim, but because of his high alcohol tolerance, the victim woke up early during the theft."

"Ah, I can see on the suitcase," Rui pointed out. "Those marks probably came from a knife that the killer used to try to pry it open."

"The same knife that was used to slit the throat," Tenma said. "The killer covered the wound so the blood won't go everywhere. So any hand prints that were left in here are from the culprit because the victim's hands are clean."

"He was in a rush and panicking," Rui added. "He had to get out, take the weapon, lock the door, and clean yourself from any damning clue."

Tenma let out a laugh. "You would've made a great detective."

Rui smiled. "I think I'm more suited as a consultant, Mister Tenma. Are we done with the room?"

"Yeah." Tenma stood up. "There's nothing left inside."

"What do we do now?" Touya asked.

"Now," Tenma patted his shoulders, "We look around."

Rui followed Tenma and Touya around, looking at the bathroom that Touya used before. The window is opened and the sink had been used earlier. Along the way, they could see footprints of different sizes, but there are some common shapes. They eventually met up with Nene who was with one of the crewmen. He gave the book of the list to Rui before passing it to Tenma. As the detective pondered, Rui took his cue to walk away.

"So, who did it?" Nene asked.

Rui chucked. "Where's the fun if I just tell you? Detective Tenma will be gathering the crewmen soon, so let's do something before they do."

Nene let out a questioning 'Huh?' but followed Rui as they met with each of the crewmen on the train.

Eventually, the six crewmen were gathered, along with the transport police. Tenma leaned against the table with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "So," he started, "one of you is the killer."

The six crewmen gasped. Tenma raised a finger, tutting them. "Why, you asked? Well, let's start with the easiest one: the culprit is someone who can't just throw away his blood-covered clothes. If they can, they can just throw them away like how they did with the murder weapon and the crime scene's key. But no, because their clothes are assigned to them. Getting rid of them is just the same as admitting that you're the killer. Not to mention the fact that a crewman would offer a drink to a first-class passenger. Not to mention the culprit's footprints from the crime scene happens to be in the same shape as a crewman's shoes. So, which one of you guys has a shoe size of 10 inches?"

Two people stepped forward. "Alright. Now let's see your gloves?"

"Heh? Why our gloves?" One asked, red-haired with a bandage across his nose.

"Let us see." The police captain stepped forward grasping the crewman's hand. The crewman opened his palm. There was nothing on his clean white gloves. The captain nodded in satisfaction. He then moved toward the other one, a man wearing glasses. When he grabbed his hand, he frowned.

"Your sleeves are wet, Sir. Would you open your hand for me?" The crewman clenched his fist. "Do it!" He gritted his teeth and opened his palm slowly.

They were red.

"Gotcha." Tenma said. "The killer is you, Passenger Car Attendant Kiyoteru Hiyama."

"W-Wait a minute!" Hiyama shouted. "This blood is...it's... from when I got hurt!"

"When you got hurt? Then take your gloves off and show us!" ordered the captain.

"Alright." When Hiyama took off his gloves. It was revealed that there was a fresh line of scar on his palm.

"See? I cut myself through my gloves when I was working earlier," Hiyama said. "I told the truth. Unless you have other proof..."

Tenma frowned when Rui glanced at him. Both of them that the crewman was clearly prevaricating. However, the transport office couldn't arrest him without a strong base. Even if they retrieve the murder weapon and the day, Hiyama could just say that they weren't his.

Rui let out a huff. "How odd." Everyone turned toward him. "You said that you hurt yourself through your gloves, yes?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Then how come you have blood fly up onto your eyeglasses?"

Hiyama let out a terrified gasp.

"And besides, if you cut yourself through the gloves, it should leave no blood stains up there." Rui smiled.

Hiyama choked. There was nowhere to run. "It said on the passenger manifest that he was a jeweler...I never meant to kill him...I never meant to..."

When they arrived at Grantham, Kiyoteru Hiyama was escorted away by the police. The group of four watched through the window until the train moved once again. Tenma was the first one to break the silence, laughing. "Well, case closed."

Rui chuckled. "It has been a pleasure solving mystery with you, Detective Tenma. If you'll pardon us, though, we'll be retreating to our compartment."

Tenma nodded. "Sure. See you around, Professor Kamishiro." He turned around as he pulled his brother along. "Come on, Touya. Let's go have a drink."

On the way toward their compartment, when it was just Nene and Rui alone walking down, Nene finally spoke. "I'm surprised that you noticed that tiny blood."

Rui gave her a cheeky grin. "Of course. It was my blood, after all."

"Eh?"

"I've already guessed that the killed would try to be evasive. So, when we were walking around and meeting the crewmen, I just plant my blood on them in various places."

"So, if you weren't there, then the detective's endgame really is weak, isn't it?"

"Detective Tenma's method would have been plenty to prove his guilt at trial. On the other hand, the method I employed is outside the law." Rui looked out the window as the sky turned into twilight purple. "He's too trusting. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. I like that from him."

Perhaps, in this play, Detective Tenma can quickly fit into Rui's stage play; the leading man who shines a light into the darkness of the world.

It was a play of crime drama, with London being the main stage; filled with corrupted nobles and their stained heart where the devil reside.

But Rui has a vision; a vision of a beautiful world where everyone can be happy.

And in order to reach this, they must get rid of the evil amongst them. To fight, kill, and beat the bad nobles.

If the nobles think that they can do anything for the working class, the Rui shall give the lower class a chance to get revenge for the injustice.

And Rui Kamishiro, the Lord of Crime, will be the director pulling the string.

And maybe Detective Tenma Tenma will be there to catch him.

#ruikasaweek2023 #ruikasa #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #i listened to dying wish a few days ago and decided to use that for the prompt #this is probably the longest entry so far #but it is understandable #how else you're gonna write a full blown case #rui be like 'catch me if you can mister tenma'#i'm actually tempted to write based on the final problem #but decided to pick the easier one #if anyone still don't know this is basically a yuumori au

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