For her, every day
is full of mystery.
As a detective
with a memory that resets each day,
she does all she can to solve the mystery of each day.
But in this world
there are things best left unknown,
and things you lose if you know them.
When uncovered, the truth
isn't necessarily pleasant.
In our foolishness
we don't always notice things
until the moment we lose them.
Welcome.
You're early again today.
- Coffee, please. - Okay.
Kizunai H?r?.
The owner of Sandglass,
the café and detective mediation agency.
Last week
Last week,
I went to see a detective who used to help me.
The former detective Kud?-san.
When he retired to make soba noodles,
I lost him as the detective I relied on
and met the Forgetful Detective Okitegami Ky?ko-san.
In hindsight, that bad luck
was actually good.
Oh~!
So? What did you want to ask?
It's about the owner of Sandglass, H?r?-san.
H?r??
According to Kud?-san,
when H?r?-san first opened Sandglass
the local private detectives
were suspicious of him
and refused to go near.
But then...
If you register with me,
I'll give you all secret prize money!
Everyone! Free money!
Thanks to those generous words,
they decided getting money and work
was worth the 10% brokerage fee.
H?r?-san's persuasive skill paid off,
and he gathered registered detectives.
Ky?ko-san was one of them.
I knew a lot of detectives,
but it was the first time I'd seen her.
That white hair, too.
There was a rumour among the detectives.
They said he let her live upstairs like that
because she was H?r?-san's woman.
If I hadn't known what I did,
I might have thought the same.
But...
when I saw that writing,
From today, you will live as
Okitegami Kyoko, private detective
like a spell binding Ky?ko-san,
I could only think of worse scenarios.
In that room...
...why is that writing there?
Well~ My~ That's a tricky question.
Is she a detective because she's Ky?ko-san,
or Ky?ko-san because she's a detective?
It's that difficult.
Stop playing games.
Listen...
if you learn why it's there, what will you do?
What?
You have no money, no power.
What on earth could you do
when bad luck is all you have?
That was obviously
a declaration of war.
Declaration of war
Even though I'm a pacifist,
I can't afford to run away.
Oh, Ky?ko-san, good morning.
I am the owner, Kizunai H?r?.
Good morning.
I'm Makuru. This is Nuru.
I'm sure there's something I can do
for Ky?ko-san again today.
Good morning.
My name is Yakusuke.
I can trust Yakusuke-san
- Ah. - We've met often.
What's your job here?
I'm not an employee.
I just live nearby.
Is that right?
Whenever I can,
I come and visit before work.
Would you like some coffee?
Yes, please.
What's Yakusuke-san up to, lately?
Who knows?
If he's coming this often, he may as well move here.
He can't, we've got no free rooms.
Here you go.
Thank you.
I have to get going.
I'll go with you.
The weather's fine, so we'll walk together.
The revival screening starts today.
Would you like to go with me tonight?
This week, Yakusuke-san's been here Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings.
Ky?ko-san has looked at us
and asked if anyone else works here
on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.
The mornings Ky?ko-san asks how many people work here
are the mornings Yakusuke-san isn't here.
Meaning what?
Ky?ko-san has Yakusuke-san's name written somewhere on her body.
If today's no good,
I'll ask another day.
So don't force yourself...
It's fine.
Eh?
I'll go.
You will?
- Weren't you serious? - I'm serious!
I've never been more serious.
I just never thought you'd say...
Haven't I said yes before?
No, you've said, "Pass", or "Pass" or "Pass"...
- Oh, that's nasty. - It is!
- I'm sorry. - Ah, don't blame yourself.
It's only natural.
Because you're meeting me for the first time each day.
So why today?
When we were talking, I felt...
Please, answer it.
Okitegami Detective Agency.
How can I help?
Kager? 3-chome.
I'll be right there.
It's fine.
I'm used to bad luck.
Please let your job come first.
As for the film...
I'll invite you again.
The other party seemed to know
I only accept cases I can solve in a day,
and from his voice
it didn't sound like a serious incident.
So...
when it's over, let's go to "Meiko".
I'll meet you in front of the cinema at 7 pm.
Don't be late.
See you this evening.
Yes... Yes!
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Yes!
Good luck with your job!
Don't drink anything you're given.
You might be drugged, so take care.
Same to you, Yakusuke-san I can trust.
Make sure your bad luck doesn't stop you coming.
Yes!
"I can...trust"...
That day, what awaited us
wasn't bad luck or disaster.
Perhaps it was...
nothing but the truth.
We're Drink Kitchen.
Excuse me~
Thank you for coming.
I'd like you to crack that code.
Please solve the mystery.
In a place I didn't know, Ky?ko-san
was about to open the door
of an unsolvable mystery.
Okitegami Ky?ko's Memorandum
Subtitles by Candylemon
Yuin?zaka-san.
I'm told it's an auspicious name.
What our company deals in
are connections between people.
- Like a marriage bureau? - No.
We introduce business partners.
For example, we might connect the heads
of a food company and a sports company,
and a new project would be born.
I see.
So what's this code?
It was written by the vice-president, Fuchibuchi.
He was suddenly gone,
leaving this behind.
"A circle and square argue",
"An inverted triangle is over-familiar",
"If it's a straight line, it comes close".
It's gibberish to me.
These 3 lines all refer to shapes.
3 lines?
3 lines of poetry. It's a poem.
Ah...
The shapes begin by arguing,
become over-familiar,
and come close.
Is it about human relationships?
You want me to find who killed Fuchibuchi-san?
This is a dying message.
A message written just before he died?
Yes, it's written in blood.
Judging by the colour,
it was about 4 hours ago.
Ah, no...
- It's paint. - Paint?
Well, whatever.
Then you want me to find Fuchibuchi-san?
This is a clue to his whereabouts.
That's wrong, too.
I believe
there's a number hidden in this.
12 digits.
The number for opening a safe?
It's a safe, isn't it?
Something terrible is inside.
Rather than hiring a detective
to crack the code,
it would be quicker to ask a pro to break open the safe.
But there's a reason you can't do that.
The person who introduced me to you
called you the "Forgetful Detective".
When you sleep, you forget.
Yes.
Will you forget everything I say?
I'll have forgotten tomorrow whether I want to or not.
Detectives also have a duty of confidentiality.
This contains a list of personal data
obtained through unauthorised means.
I didn't buy it.
Fuchibuchi did it alone.
I...
...tried to dispose of the list unused.
But Fuchibuchi
changed the code to the safe.
When I got close to learning the number,
while I was away
he left the code instead of a number
and disappeared.
Why a code?
Who knows?
Probably childish revenge.
I don't think he liked it
that I scolded him about the list.
Since I can't find Fuchibuchi,
I have no choice but to solve it myself.
But I have no clue,
so I called you.
I understand.
First, tell me about Fuchibuchi-san.
To quickly crack a code,
it helps to know about the person who made it.
Hinako Real Estate
Yakusuke-kun.
Yes?
- Put this one up, too. - Okay.
Renovations make a difference.
It's a lovely house.
Excuse me.
About this listing...
Ah~ In the next town...
It's "Sandglass".
I can't find any details.
It's apartments,
so I thought it would be registered.
They don't, do they?
Rent rooms.
Do they really?
Thinking about it,
although it seemed to have 15 apartments,
I'd never seen any other residents.
At first it was a small company,
just Fuchibuchi and me.
Putting your names together,
- made the word "connections". - That's right.
But this isn't just our company now.
Stunts that mislead the staff
can't be permitted.
You're very unconcerned.
Fuchibuchi-san may have gone to take responsibility by suicide.
If that's true,
it's his own fault.
Do you think that's cold?
Like I'm a villain?
But who decides what's good
and what's evil?
Okitegami-san, have you learned about
the Kamakura shogunate?
The Kamakura shogunate, established in 1192.
That has changed.
Many schools now teach that it began in 1185.
Isn't that bizarre?
What happened to the history we were taught?
I'd fail if I took a test now.
As the eras change,
the world also changes.
So does the judgment of good and evil.
The samurai are sometimes considered heroes,
but other times they're mass murderers.
Heinous villains.
The criteria humans establish
have that little worth.
You mean killing someone doesn't matter?
It's an interesting discussion,
but this is the Heisei era, not Sengoku.
I know.
These days, killing people is a crime.
Not only the collapse of the company,
this could be the end of my life.
I understand the main points.
I'll try to decrypt the code.
Please let me think a little.
Shall I get some coffee?
Asking the president to make it
would be far too much.
This drink shop is nearby,
and it seems they do delivery.
Let's order.
You'll pay, naturally.
If only four people live at Sandglass...
Nuru-kun and Makuru-chan are live-in staff,
so the only real renting tenant is Ky?ko-san.
The rent from one person
would be paltry.
For a building that size,
the fixed asset tax and maintenance costs must be significant.
The small income from the detective brokerage and café
wouldn't cover the costs.
And yet...
Even with over 10 empty rooms,
they don't bother advertising.
Where do the funds come from?
Soba shop
What sort of person is H?r?-san?
Ah~ It was rumoured
he was the spitting image
of a roguish Kyoto detective called It? or Itoi or something.
A roguish Kyoto detective.
That description
felt like it could fit H?r?-san...
Kizunai H?r?
It?
Itoi
Itohan?
Ah.
Yakusuke-san, a colleague from the next town.
He says he knows something about Sandglass.
Thank you!
Hello?
There are various patterns of encryption.
The first is meaningless text.
Meaningless?
The tanuki code.
The original sentence is meaningless,
but if you remove the "ta"s, a meaning appears.
Okita tegata mita
Ky? tatako
That's how it works.
In those cases, there'll be a tanuki picture.
Oki tega mi
Ky? ko
Okitegami Ky?ko
But the case today
doesn't fit the pattern
of having a tanuki key.
The next pattern
is where the handwriting or writing tool gives a hint.
Handwriting is a treasure trove of information.
For example, here.
Since it's my own writing
and there's no disturbance of the characters,
even if it was written a desperate situation
I know I wasn't forced to write it.
However,
characters written on the floor with a finger
make handwriting appraisal difficult.
Of course, there are fingerprints
so the police can look for a match, but...
Why do you
believe it was Fuchibuchi-san who wrote this?
You said earlier you were away at the time.
The timing means it must be Fuchibuchi.
Okitegami-san, I don't want a lecture on encryption.
I want the answer.
The first line.
"A circle and square argue".
Isn't this about squaring the circle?
Squaring the circle?
Drawing a circle and square with the same area
using only a compass and ruler.
It's one of Greece's 3 major conundrums.
Yuin?zaka-san, do you like maths?
No...I'm bad at it.
Ah, I thought so!
I well understand why
Fuchibuchi-san chose this code.
Codes are used
to hide something you actually want to convey.
Oh! Yakusuke-kun, nice drawing.
3 years ago, as the Sandglass building aged,
almost all the residents had left
and demolition was planned.
But just then,
a capricious visitor from Kyoto appeared
who bought the land and building outright.
What's more, he spent money repairing the building
to its present state.
H?r?-san said something
like a riddle or a code.
That's a tricky question.
Is she a detective because she's Ky?ko-san,
or Ky?ko-san because she's a detective?
Did the egg come first?
Or the chicken?
Chicken and egg.
Sandglass and H?r?-san.
H?r?-san and Ky?ko-san.
Ky?ko-san and Sandglass.
That's it!
Stop playing games and tell me.
You've cracked the code, right?
Yes, although it's presumptuous.
My conclusion is,
the number in the code
doesn't have 12 digits.
It's 11 digits.
So it's not to the safe?
No, understanding half is enough for the code.
What do you mean?
It's like the 1192 Kamakura shogunate.
Ah, it's 1185?
- That doesn't really work. - Whichever.
The point is, it's a mnemonic.
This code.
At the start I called this a poem.
That's what it is.
Within the poem is a piem.
Piem?
- Pi? - Yes, that's right.
For example...
Can I tell a story regarding my secret?
Convert each word of the sentence
into the number of characters.
What appears is pi, 3.1415926.
That's a piem.
It's a technique used
in English-speaking schools to remember pi.
Pi plus poem equals piem.
Fuchibuchi-san used pi for the safe number.
And to remember it,
he used a Japanese piem.
If you write each word in hiragana,
it's easy to see.
The result is an 11-digit number.
31415926535.
Since it's pi, the next number is clear.
It's 8.
Perhaps he couldn't think of a word with 8 characters.
But if it's just one digit,
you can remember it as piem plus 8.
Incredible...
Thank you.
I can finally open the safe.
- You're jumping ahead. - Eh?
It's too soon to thank me.
I haven't finished deciphering the code.
Because this
is also a dying message.
Fuchibuchi-san was killed here.
The culprit attacked Fuchibuchi-san,
then realised the safe's number had been changed.
Luckily or unluckily,
Fuchibuchi-san was still breathing
and with his last strength he wrote a message.
Normally you'd expect
he wouldn't write the number
for the benefit of his murderer,
but perhaps there was a complex relationship.
With his last strength, Fuchibuchi-san
may have wanted to say he'd been wrong.
But in reality,
what he wanted to communicate
wasn't the safe's code.
It was the killer.
Fuchibuchi-san believed the culprit lacked the maths ability to solve it,
and wrote it deliberately.
You needed a third party to decipher it.
In the process, he knew the killer would be revealed.
Then he should've just written the name.
If he did that, the killer would see
and just erase it.
If he hid it within a code to the safe,
the killer wouldn't be able to.
That's what he believed.
It was all he could do on the verge of death.
Cut that out.
What killer? What "verge of death"?
In an uncluttered office,
why are all those boxes there?
They were taken out to make room for something.
Stop!
Stop this.
The culprit who killed Fuchibuchi-san
was you, Yuin?zaka-san.
You did something irreparable.
Whatever the era,
a person who disregards life has no future.
You and this company are finished.
It's not over. You'll forget.
- I'm not sleepy yet. - You have a duty of confidentiality.
Although we repeatedly confirmed things,
you didn't tell me you had killed someone.
That terminates the contract.
- I'll pay you. - I love money.
But my principle is not to accept dirty money.
I don't want to use violence against a woman.
A feminist murderer, how thrilling!
You can't afford to joke.
It's about time.
I passed a message earlier.
Sorry for the delay. I'm from Drink Kitchen.
- Thanks. - That's 1620 yen.
Here.
I'll take it.
Thank you.
So you see...
This is the police.
We've received a report.
That's right.
Sorry.
We tricked you.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
It's reversed, isn't it?
The first one at Sandglass wasn't you,
it was Ky?ko-san.
Ky?ko-san lived here already,
then you came here and bought it
and started detective brokerage.
Correct, well done.
Then what's that writing on the ceiling?
She showed me just once
when I first came here.
It's from before you came, right?
- That's right. - Who wrote it?
- That's a mystery. - Don't dodge the question.
I'm not dodging it.
What are they talking about?
Yakusuke-kun,
you mustn't underestimate me.
I'm a hardcore coward.
Pardon?
I don't have the guts
to fight over Ky?ko-san with you!
But before you said, "Just try it if you dare".
That was before.
I'm not required to do that anymore.
Because he's dead.
This place's sponsor,
Nuru-kun's and my employer.
- Eh? - Eh?
Taij? Sorazane deceased
Thanks.
That's enough.
Good work.
Sorry for deceiving you.
You look disbelieving.
But it's not surprising you were fooled.
Because this was a re-staging of an old case.
One you solved in the past.
You solved the mystery in precisely the same way then,
and found a corpse.
Back then you were an ordinary mystery fan,
not a detective.
But your words and actions were exactly the same.
I didn't believe it,
but you've really forgotten, haven't you?
Who are you?
Sawano Shinji.
I worked at this company
and was a close friend of the Fuchibuchi killed by Yuin?zaka.
You caught my enemy.
That's how we met.
A year after we'd started dating,
we got engaged.
But you suddenly vanished.
I was shocked when I saw you last week.
Your hair was a different colour, and you'd forgotten me.
I thought it was someone else.
But I was intrigued,
so I asked a research firm to investigate.
You were called the Forgetful Detective.
You were excellent at reasoning like the Ky?ko I knew.
But your surname was different. It wasn't Okitegami.
I wasn't sure you were the same Ky?ko.
So you set this up?
Thanks to that, I'm convinced.
You really are the Ky?ko I know.
Could anyone else reason that same way?
I thought you'd abandoned me.
But something had happened,
you'd lost your memory,
and you couldn't come home.
I'm glad we met.
To be honest, I don't know much either.
3 years ago,
things got risky for me in Kyoto
and in Osaka I met a man throwing money around.
He helped me, and in return
I became the owner of Sandglass
without asking questions or caring.
I sent reports once a month.
I was told to contact him if anything changed.
And the go-between was Nuru-kun.
Really?
I just sent the reports via a post office box.
I don't even know if they were read.
Direct contact was forbidden.
It seems he was veiled in secrets.
How mean! Leaving me out!
I'm sowwy!
What other secrets do you have?
None!
I didn't even know about the ceiling writing.
I don't know anything more, either.
Is this the person who made Ky?ko-san into Okitegami Ky?ko?
Could be, but we can't ask now.
I wonder who Ky?ko-san really is.
Your story is inconsistent.
You say we first met
before my memory began resetting.
Right.
If we had dated for a year before it happened,
I would remember you.
But unfortunately,
I have no memory at all
of your face or your existence.
When do your memories stop?
How long ago is your last memory?
That's...
Last fragment of memory
That's a company secret.
I can't tell you.
It's not that you can't tell me,
you just don't know.
What do you mean?
There's a story of a spy.
On the night of his fortieth birthday
he had an accident,
and his memory began resetting whenever he slept.
Whenever he awoke, his last memory,
that is, his fortieth birthday,
felt like yesterday to him.
However, when a year had passed
his family noticed something was wrong.
The spy was forgetting his fortieth birthday.
His last memory became
of being 39, then 38,
37, 36, 35, 34...
For every day he lived,
he lost a day of his memories.
And you?
How far do your memories go?
- I... - Haven't you've forgotten me?!
You told me.
You said Ky?ko was a pseudonym
and you couldn't share your real name.
But you told me your real name.
It's okay now.
You don't have to be Okitegami Ky?ko!
Let's get it back.
The real you.
If Ky?ko-san isn't Ky?ko-san,
she could have a family somewhere,
a boyfriend, and not be a detective...
Someday...
a day may come when she disappears from my life.
I'm leaving.
I don't remember you.
I don't want to sacrifice today
for a past I don't remember.
I believe in my self of today.
Someone is waiting for me.
Look.
Stop it.
Saying she'll disappear someday.
It would be silly to let "someday"
spoil today.
Ky?ko-san will be here soon.
Yakusuke-san!
Ky?ko-san will surely say,
"You're buying the tickets, aren't you?"
Of course.
"Of course," I'll reply,
"and the drinks and popcorn,
"and anything you ask for."
We'll chat to the last second,
and when the film begins
we'll laugh, thrill, cry,
and enjoy today together.
She'll have forgotten it tomorrow,
but this moment is really here.
...At that time I was lost in a happy fantasy.
Ky?ko-san had taught something to me,
who had cursed my unlucky days.
That was to cherish living each day.
- Wait! - Stop it.
- Why don't you get it? - Let go!
- I'm back. - Welcome!
Look at this.
This is thanks to you.
- Thank you. - Likewise.
I waited for hours that day,
but Ky?ko-san never came.
She didn't contact anyone,
and didn't return to Sandglass.
10 days later, I still don't know where she is.
Okitegami Detective Agency.
Kager? 3-chome.
On that day,
she had received a work request.
If something happened there
that stopped her going home...
Did you see a woman with white hair?
- I did! - Where?
When I asked about a young woman with white hair and glasses,
many people remembered her.
I spoke to the building manager,
and he said one floor had been rented
for a week for a magazine shoot.
But the company, address and contact name written
were all fictitious.
Did Ky?ko-san really come here?
What on earth happened?
The trail I was following
stopped dead.
When it's over, let's go to "Meiko".
Don't be late.
Ky?ko-san?
Ky?ko-san!
You're Ky?ko-san, aren't you?
Okitegami Ky?ko-san?
Okitegami Ky?ko...
Who's that?