Everything Becomes F: The Perfect Insider
Chapter Four The Rainbow-Colored Past
Nishinosono-kun...
He's still warm.
Is he dead?
Yes.
It's broken.
The radio... Did the killer break it?
In other words, the police haven't been contacted yet.
Who did this?
Are you okay?
This is a murder!
Stabbing yourself in that area is impossible.
He must have known his killer.
He was stabbed in the back of the neck,
so he knew the killer had gotten in behind him,
and he turned his back on the murderer.
Nishinosono-kun...
It hasn't been long since he was killed, right?
Which means that, after they killed Director Shindo,
they escaped via that entrance,
not the elevator we came up.
Therefore,
the killer is still inside the lab.
The director, too?
Shimada-kun, see who opened the door on the roof.
O-Okay.
How's his wife doing?
I gave her a tranquilizer.
And Miki-san, too.
You shouldn't stare at it like that.
Purple...
A very important...
It's important?
Nishinosono-kun, let's get out of here.
It would be dangerous to get any more involved.
I'm fine.
I want to know the truth!
About what?
About why this happened.
Here it is.
The last person to open the door was Yamane-san.
At 2:40... Just now.
Before that?
Before that, it was also you.
1:43...
Not that door... The other one!
It was Mochizuki-san.
1:44.
Yesterday morning was the last time before then.
But that's impossible!
We have no proof that Deborah is perfect!
Many strange things have been happening.
So what?
Don't be illogical!
I'm sorry...
There may be
clues left in the doctor's rooms.
Yamane Yukihiro.
How do you open this door from the inside?
Dr. Magata does the same thing he just did.
Deborah, leave the door as it is.
Understood.
Be careful, okay?
Why did she need this room,
when she never had guests?
It's strange...
There isn't a single book on her research subjects.
Let's split up and search for clues.
Is this the doctor's office?
Probably.
I've never been in here, either,
so I can't say for sure.
Metal powder...
What was she making here?
Did the doctor watch TV?
I don't know.
I never heard her mention it.
Two of them.
It's very clean.
Maybe she liked things clean.
Maybe.
She did all this by herself.
This is the last room.
I believe it's her bedroom.
It's locked...
Locked? Why?
It's locked from the inside.
Get back.
Hey, is anyone in there?
Who's there?
Be quiet! I heard a voice.
Who's there?
That's Dr. Magata's voice...
What?! That's impossible!
It's me, Yamane! Open the door, please!
Are you Dr. Magata?
Who's there?
Is someone in there?
Who's there?
What?
Who are you?
I am Michiru.
Is this what she was making?
Blocks?
She bought these years ago.
I remember putting them in the mail slot.
Did she like stuffed animals?
I don't know...
Michiru?
Yes, I am Michiru.
Where is Dr. Magata?
Dr. Magata?
What happened to her?
What happened?
This isn't going to work.
Did this robot lock the door?
If it can unlock the door, it can lock it.
Michiru, lock the door.
Understood.
Pretty impressive.
There's an infrared sensor on the hand.
That's how it judges the distance to the door.
It's emitting lasers from there to judge its position.
It emits lasers in four directors,
and then looks at reflections from the walls.
You're amazing, Sensei.
It can lock and unlock the door,
but it can't open it.
Why did she make a robot like this?
I don't know. To kill time?
Nobody's here.
There was never a chance there would be.
But the killer must be somewhere.
Two people are dead.
This place is too clean, though.
It's hard to believe something awful happened here.
What are you trying to say, Sensei?
Merely what I'm feeling.
We never found anything...
No killer, no weapon, and not the doctor's limbs, either.
How does she dispose of garbage?
She creates some trash every day, right?
There should be a trash chute somewhere...
It was in the kitchen.
Then you couldn't throw away anything big?
No, you could.
If you chopped it up into pieces.
Nishinosono-kun,
are you remotely familiar with the concept of "delicacy"?
Don't make fun of me. That's a delicious dish, right?
Tell me what you think about this, please.
There still isn't enough information.
That's no help.
After murdering the doctor, the killer severed her limbs in the bathroom,
and threw them down the trash chute.
Then the killer thoroughly cleaned the room.
Which means the killer was here for quite a long time.
But the killer was just on the roof.
You went up there, didn't you?
Yes.
When the doctor's sister, Miki-san, arrived,
Director Shindo was alive.
And the next time you went up there, he was dead.
That was only thirty minutes or so.
How did the killer get up to the roof?
Or were they on the roof the whole time,
and possibly still there?
Either way,
the killer was in this room, dismembering her,
before going to the roof...
Why did the killer need to do that, anyway?
What do you think?
Because she was too heavy to put on the cart otherwise?
I don't think so.
You really think a person intelligent enough to take over the lab's computer system
would go to all the trouble of severing her arms and legs just for that?
You're right.
I don't really want to play my trump card now, but...
What do you mean by trump card?
"This isn't my specialty."
But you can't escape.
We're locked in here,
in this windowless world.
It's all shut down...
Boot it up.
Roger.
May I touch it?
Go ahead.
Look at that!
Red Magic, version 6!
Version 6?
The lab's still running version 4.
I heard that the doctor was working on the next version, but...
I'm surprised to learn she was up to 6.
It's dated yesterday.
Everything Becomes F
"Everything becomes F."
"F"? What does that mean?
Finished?
What's this?
"I have left no trace on my PC that I was alive.
I shall warn you of this fact here,
so there's no need to waste time.
The same is true of my workstation.
However, I shall leave the new compiler
and Red Magic, version 6,
as final presents from me.
— Magata Shiki."
"I was opposed to it, but it seems there's no choice.
It's unfortunate that I must leave Michiru...
the one who most wanted to leave.
This is the sole thing that upsets me.
But there's something I have to do.
— Kurimoto Kishio."
Michiru...
That robot?
"I did all the cleaning.
I even got rid of the mildew in the bathroom.
I want to see the ocean again, for the first time in so long.
Don't mess up my wedding dress, please.
— Sasaki Suma"?
Sasaki Suma?
Who is that?
No, these two, Kurimoto Kishio and Sasaki Suma, don't actually exist.
These two are Dr. Magata's...
Other personalities.
I've heard that rumor.
When I met her, she told me the same thing.
That she had multiple personalities.
In other words, she left all these messages?
I don't think so.
From these messages, they must be from the killer.
Though I wonder how the killer knew so much about her other personalities.
Just as she said, there don't appear to be any other files.
There's nothing left here, either.
It's past four.
Let's get some sleep.
Yeah, I agree.
You guys must be tired, too.
Will you return to the campground?
Do you want to, Nishinosono-kun?
No.
I want to learn why this happened.
Even if you know, it has nothing to do with you.
No.
I feel like I have to know.
We'll stay a while longer.
We're witnesses, too.
I understand.
I'll be in my room.
Tell me if there's anything you need.
By now, it's probably light outside...
Yeah.
In here, it feels like we've been abandoned by time.
Isn't "released from" a better phrase than "abandoned by"?
That's right...
This is your ideal environment, isn't it?
No. At the very least, not right now.
Do you think everyone's worried?
Yeah.
This is the first time in my life I've felt the need for a cell phone.
But for some reason, I...
Purple?
That's what you said, right?
"A very important..."
Let's get some rest.
You go ahead.
There's a room I wanted to see.
This was her one window, wasn't it?
I've always wondered...
Wondered what?
Why did she meet with me?
Perhaps she was interested in the girl named Nishinosono Moe.
Interested how?
I don't know.
But I think that might be it, too.
There may have been something she wanted to learn from me.
Sensei, what's the thing that bothers you most right now?
When I run out of cigarettes, I'll be very sad.
I'm not joking. I'm asking seriously.
"Everything becomes F."
Because Dr. Magata wrote that?
It doesn't matter who wrote it.
You're joking again.
And you, Nishinosono-kun?
For me...
It's the wedding dress.
Did she make that?
There was a sewing machine in her room.
No.
I asked Hasebe-san,
and he said she bought it three years ago.
Why?
No idea.
Maybe she wanted to try it on.
Something that over-the-top?
I refuse to believe that.
Huh?
You wore one once, didn't you?
M-Me?
In elementary school, you had an outfit with lots of lace around here—
Sensei, don't talk about old stuff like that!
But it was a lot nicer than the way you dress now.
Like a cute doll.
A doll...
My parents died when I was fourteen.
A doll did it.
I saw it happen.
A doll killed them.
That's what she said, right?
Yeah. And she also talked about her multiple personalities.
When you say "doll,"
do you mean that your other personality did it?
It is true that there are other personalities within me.
Not only one. Many.
Many?
But you see,
the others inside me
do not know about my parents.
How can you tell?
Because we're always talking.
I can tell.
Seven.
Seven?
Out of the numbers from one to ten, seven is the only lonely number.
"So the only personality
inside me with a motive to kill my parents
is Magata Shiki.
I am the only one that is seven..."
In other words, she is a doll herself.
What does that mean?
Think about what dolls are, conceptually.
They have no wills of their own,
and sometimes, they're controlled by other people.
Summer, the year 2000.
I stood atop a hill,
looking down the long slope.
I heard her voice.
Or more precisely, their...
Hey, Suma-san...
You were with him for a while, yes?
Yes.
Did he invite you? Or did you invite him?
It was I.
Do men not find that unattractive?
No, I don't need generalities.
Wouldn't he find that unattractive?
Yes, probably.
I see.
I'm starting to get nervous.
That's a rare thing for you to say.
How are you nervous?
Without a body, you wouldn't understand.
Are you okay, Shiki?
It's my first time, so I'm not very confident.
But it's probably all right.
Don't force yourself.
What a strange warning.
I was merely trying to get you to relax.
Kishio, in the short time I haven't seen you, you've matured a lot.
It's only humans who take this long to become adults.
I said to her,
"You aren't normal."
And she answered,
"I am not normal."
I have a request.
Put your clothes on.
Touch me...
Please. All you have to do is touch me.
Why do I have to—
And I began
to fall down the long slope.
Not knowing where I would go...
Then I shall ask a question.
You lost your parents, did you not?
Do you remember that day?
Did you cry?
When it happened, I'm certain there was someone next to you.