Part 7: Exposition Station(Music: Intermission ~The Deepening of the "Night")
(Music: Cabanela ~ A White Lovely Lanky Man)
: Nooo! Lyyynne! Hang in there, baby!
: It looks like some piece of trash shot her from the top of the pile of garbage outside. Here, let me take a look at her. Maybe there's something I--
: Sorry, can't allow that, Pigeon Man. I investigate and you "superintend." You have your job and I have mine. Let's leave each to his own profession, shaaall we?
: Yeah? Well, here's what I think. How much of a "pro" can you be if you let her get shot right in front of you.
: Anyway, have it your way. I'll stay out of your hair.
: Who are you to shout at me? Now, let me have a look at the victim.
: (I haven't even looked yet, but I can already tell you she's dead. Her second death of the night, actually...)
: How about it, Doc?! Can you save her?! She's not breathing...
: Afraid I'm not a miracle worker. Only thing we can do now is curse the aim of the one who shot her.
: Lyyynne...how could I let this happen to you?
I think you already can tell where this is going.
Although this isn't relevent to the current situation, you can jump down to see the basement, which is a bit...odd-looking.
: I can't see very well in this darkness, but it looks like a pretty strange room. (But never mind this...I'd better go see about Lynne.)
(Music: The World of the Dead)
: Where...am I...?
: ...! (She's coming to?)
: What happened to me?
: Excuse me...are you ignoring me?
: Oh! Uh, sorry...I'm still not used to talking to dead people, you see.
: "Dead"? So I'm dead, huh...hmm. Try as I might, I can't seem to remember who I am.
: (She's starting to remind me of me.)
: WHO AM I?!
: Everybody seems to call you "Lynne", if that's any help.
: "Lynne", huh? Pretty cute name.
: And, apparently, you're a detective, too.
: "Detective"...? You mean that super-cool kind of cop that solves crimes and upholds justice?
: Sounds like a pretty subjective description, but yes, that kind of "detective."
: ......Hey, wait a minute...
: ...! Are you starting to remember something?!
: There's no time to lose!
I can appreciate wanting to have Cabanela's smooth moves, but that's just silly.
: (Yeah, I certainly won't argue with the "really unusual" part.) That's not your face, you know. Take another look. You're the dead one.
: Oh...! Right, of course. It'd be pretty heinous if I looked like this, I guess, wouldn't it?
: (I don't know if "heinous" is the right word...)
(Music: Lynne ~ A Targeted Redhead)
: Tell me...what IS going on in this town tonight?
: Don't ask me.
: I can't remember a thing...I think it's probably 'cause I'm dead. Grr! Everything is so confusing! Can't you do something?!
: (Hey! You're asking the wrong guy!) But I've got some things to ask YOU about.
We have to hit all the topics, so might as well start from the top.
: I'm looking for the answers to the questions "who am I?" and "why was I killed?" Do you know anything that might help me? The only thing I know right now is that my name is "Sissel."
: Your name is "Sissel", huh?
: I think so. It rings some kind of bell, anyway. I think I was killed tonight, while I was meeting with you. So you must at least know me...I think.
: I was meeting with you?
: Yes, in the junkyard outside.
: Yeah, it's coming back to me...I remember now!
: I knew it! I knew you were the lead I needed!
: But I'm so sorry. I don't think I can help you.
: W-why not?
: 'Cause I don't know you.
: W-what do you mean?! I thought you said you remembered me?!
: No, I said I remembered something. I remembered the fact that I don't know you.
: No way!
And that opens up a new topic, but we're continuing down the list in order because I said so!
: So I died, huh?
: Yes, apparently. I'm very sorry.
: How could this have happened? And after I just passed my test finally this year? My exciting career of catching the bad guys had just begun...and now look at me! Why did I have to go and die, in an old junkyard like this?!
: (Poor kid. The shock is setting in...)
: This actually isn't the first time you died tonight, you know. You were already shot and killed once before tonight.
: And...you saved me...?
: That's right. You don't remember?
: Hmm...yes, I do think I remember something like that happening...vaguely. Yes, I did get shot! By a blue man dressed in all black!
: (I guess that means that even if a death is erased, the memory of it remains.)
: So I died twice already tonight...
: (Wish I knew what to tell her...guess I'll wait until she recovers a little.)
: Hey! I bet that's some kind of record, don't you think?!
: Uh, yeah, you're probably right. (Looks like she's pretty much recovered already...)
And finally, let's touch on that new Two Strangers topic.
: So you don't know me, huh?
: Nope. Wish I did.
: So do you suppose we're just two strangers who happened to meet tonight?
: No way. I don't think it was any accident. Why in the world would I be way out here in the middle of nowhere for no reason? I was asked to come here tonight.
: Asked to come? By who?
: Can't you kind of guess where this is going?
: You're kidding. Y-you mean...?
: I asked you to come here?! But why?!
: That's what I was going to ask YOU. Why did you ask me to come here tonight? Way out here in the middle of nowhere?
: You gotta be kidding me! (It goes without saying that I don't remember!)
: Grr! Everything is so confusing! Can't you do something!?
: Mmm...Lynne. I'm not saying you owe me or anything, but I have a favor to ask.
: What is it?
: In the next four minutes, you'll probably come back to life. When you do, do you think you can try to find out about me? By tomorrow morning? Who I am, and why I was killed?
: I'm really sorry. But I can't make any promises.
: Why not?
: I don't remember very clearly right now, but I think I was investigating a case tonight. A case that is very, very important to me. so even if I come back to life, I don't think I'll have time to find out anything about you.
: I know that's a terrible thing to say to the person who saved my life once already...I'm really, really sorry.
: I see...that's too bad...
: But I'm afraid I'm still going to ask you...
: Ask me what?
: Ask you to save me. Even though I probably won't be able to help you...
: I know it's selfish of me. I really apologize. But...I just can't die. Not yet. Not like this. I'm investigating something important tonight. I think maybe that might be the reason I was killed. But I still want to solve the case, in spite of all that! Am I out of line?
: ......Didn't I tell you a minute ago you don't owe me?
: I'm certainly not gonna treat your life like some kind of bargaining chip. I'll save you. What you do after that is up to you.
: Thank you.
: So, you ready to go back? Back to four minutes before you got shot?
The next puzzle is fairly long & complicated(it's the first one with more than one Fate Changed point...and the fact that it kept crashing my computer as I was trying to record it didn't help ), so I'll leave that for next time. But for now, enjoy a shitload of new records!
New & Updated Records
Odd Blue Doctor
Detective with the Cap
Guardian of the Park
Pigeon Man's Office
Lady's Red Apartment
Office of the Troubled Man
Park Stakeout Point