Maroon Corridor III

Maroon Corridor: Help you help me

Shenanigan: 9.3.2018

"You have to help if you want me to help you, Ame. Try to remember what you know about the case."

"Pocky!"

No dice. Ame still staring at the ceiling as if it was the one talking.

With her retard state like this, I probably wouldn't gain anything from her to solve the case. Just five minutes ago, I realized the only way for me to escape from her abduction was to help her somehow. I also didn't want to appear in her stream, cuffed and watch her apologizing and deleting her channel. And maybe she'd continued her grief and never let me go.

Not that I loathed the idea being with her.

Ame was a beautiful girl, I can't lie. Her shoulder-length hair and 'spy' equipment were all gold. 'I am a very expensive lady,' she explained, 'brilliant as my mind!' And she smiled. In addition to her charming voice, not a single boy can resist her--I once had been the boy. But I quickly realized she was not safe to catch. Amelia Holmes was like a dandelion--with roses thorns.

So the longer I cuffed with her, the closer my lifespan ends. My harem dream, too.

If she can't help, then I have to do the investigation on my own. Maybe on our way, there's a box of pocky lying on the floor.

The first thing I found strange was the smell of tobacco hiding behind flower detergent. But there wasn't single ash on the floor. But again the floor was wet and cleaned.

I pulled our cuffed to the breached door. On its blue surface was a hole. I couldn't tell if it was kicked or slammed. I looked around it to see the door was pressing the bowl. In its shadow, a blue oval hiding on the floor.

I tried to piece it back in the door and found it was a perfect match.

I looked at Ame, "you would've found this weird. If the door was kicked or slammed, then it should've cracked first…making shards--not a puzzle piece."

Ame smiled…opened her arm and hugged me, her soft melon pressed my chest, "me hehe, pocky provider."

I pushed her away, feeling cold. "Am not. Stop playing around." I looked around the toilet, "maybe there's something."

Other than knowing the toilet could fit eight sets of toilet room, there was nothing.

I began to tell Ame my finding, hoping maybe she snapped out of it. I can't believe that only a stick of pocky was her cure.

"I take it you have checked the surveillance camera footage first, but then you still here, that means there was no surveillance camera outside that made the suspect clear. The floor was cleaned. The janitor had come into the room. But some of the toilet bowls were not wet--but still clean. The janitor didn't bother to clean it…maybe because he knew that students were not fond of this place. That supports the stale and lonely feeling when I got on this corridor."

"This toilet smells both detergent and tobacco--how did it get here when tobacco is strictly prohibited in our school tells us there must smuggling happened in the school. If my eyes are right, there was no ash to be found, but maybe the janitor had cleaned them. We should find who's this janitor.

"The door was breached weirdly. As if it had cut first before kicked down…just like tearing a sticker paper, and that explains why there's no crack or other pieces.

"And last but not least, we have yet to find the motive."

I looked at Ame.

"Pocky," she said.

"Right. Let's try the surveillance camera's footage."

Just when I could pull Ame out, we stumbled with a group of white uniforms.

Student councils. There were four of them. And a guy, tall, with black hair stepped forward.

I never met him, or anyone behind him. He snorted upon seeing us, "ah, it's the great detective and her sex slave." His voice was low and shitty. He smelled like one, too--or it was just mine's earlier. "we are from the sixth division of the investigation unit. I hope you two didn't mess the crime scene."

I raised my eyebrow, "I never created more than five divisions."

"That was decades ago, shenanigan."

"I'm pretty sure three months ago."

He brought his nose closer to me, "whatever. You're no one now. You and that bitch behind you, need to get the fuck out of here."

I smiled, "and I would never recruit someone as rude as you. Whatever happened to our great student council."

"Anyway," he grunted, "the student council ordered the detective not to meddle on this matter. We can handle it ourselves."

Ame was staring at the floor--as if she was ashamed. Or being a retard.

The guy seemed pleased to see her like that.

I said, "don't worry. We were about to leave."

"Good. Go away now."

The sixth division marched in the toilet room, kicking down Amelia's sign. She doesn't mind--literally.

I grabbed the sign with a sigh and made our way down the first floor. It took ten minutes when it should've been less. Ame was pulling me every time she saw brown colour. I could have just let her jump out the window when she tried to hug the tree outside, but the handcuffed would make even me die.

We arrived at the front of the Security Room.

I knocked on the door. It didn't open. Lo was inside, I knew, he never left. I knocked on the door again…this time hinting at the morse code saying: A M E.

Lo opened the door with a smile, "oh, it's you two. Thought was my ex something."

Lo had a pale face and bright lips. His eyes were green hiding behind his messy brown hair.

"You could've just opened the first knock."

Lo laughed, "we aren't responsible for greeting every knock. But if it's the mistress then..." His eyes landed on her, "pockyless..."

Ame cheered, "LOCKY!"

"Right," I raised Ame cuffed wrist. Lo took notice.

"Ame threw you into something again, huh?" he said and let us in.