I am the devil, I only know how to trade.

"Yes, but Teacher Luo stopped me." Xue Ranqiansha looked at Luo Feng.

"Why were you stopped? Can Professor Luo defeat Kamukura Izuru?" Kirigiri Kyoko looked at Enoshima Junko.

"Tch, that genius idea was looked down upon by Senior God Throne. He said that the despair that comes from brainwashing isn't despair, it's just taking shortcuts." Enoshima Junko said, "That's why I didn't help him back then. My sister even fought with Senior Heidan, but she was out of energy and was defeated by Teacher Luo."

"With her delicate appearance, how could she possibly be a match for the valiant Teacher Luo!"

"Don't say things that could be misunderstood," Luo Feng snorted.

“I can attest that both I and Zhan Ya Mukuro suffered heavy losses,” said Hei Yamamoto.

"In that case, it's fortunate that the God Throne Ichiryu disdains it, otherwise..." Munakata Kyosuke felt terrified just thinking about the brainwashing that had spread all over the world.

He also felt that Mikan Tsumiki was not the murderer in this incident because it didn't make sense, but he still wanted to use this incident to see how people were actually sent away.

“Since she dared to use it like that, it means the video is complete and has been tested. Mikan Tsurugi has likely been brainwashed,” Kyoko Kirigiri said. “If that’s the case, it wouldn’t be surprising if she killed her own friend.”

"How can you say that about someone?" Mikan Tsurugi took a step back.

“But this is even less likely to be something Mikan Tsukiki would have done, because she’s Junko Enoshima’s woman, how could she have used it so early?” Kyoko Kirigiri said, “I suggest locking her up.”

“Tsumiki-kun…is indeed a ticking time bomb. However, since he can be brainwashed, he should also be able to be corrected,” Yukizome Saori said. “Everyone, don’t give up hope.”

“Perhaps she’s taking advantage of this kind of mentality of yours,” Togami Byakuya said.

"I'm sorry, Tsukiki-senpai, it seems everyone is leaning towards you being the murderer." Kirigiri Kyoko shook her head.

"Huh? Am I going to die?" Mikan Tsurugi's face was flushed, and she looked like she wanted to die.

"Wait, Kirigiri-kun, why are you emphasizing the matter of the two Mitarashi Ryotas?" Naegi Makoto asked.

“Because you might have actually encountered two different people. Not just anyone can make a brainwashing video,” Kyoko Kirigiri explained. “The Ultimate Animator could do it and then helped Junko Enoshima. So who is Ryota Mitarai who was with them?”

“I am the real Ryota Mitarai!” Ryota Mitarai said nervously, “I have always been this size. Maybe she found a substitute for me.”

"Alright, everyone's arguing back and forth without any result. Since we can't figure it out, let's vote!" Monokuma slammed his hand on the table in front of him. "Everyone, choose two people you think are the murderers. Don't abstain!"

“No matter what everyone chooses, I will choose… Ryota Mitarai,” Kyoko Kirigiri said firmly.

Based on the fact that the scissors were taken, and her own reasoning, she was more inclined to believe that this person was the one who took them.

Unfortunately, there was no time for interrogation and investigation.

"I suspect the real Ultimate Animator is Junko Enoshima. This is a lie, it has always been a lie."

"He seems to be very good at imitation, so it seems possible for him to imitate Zuiki-kun as well?"

"In addition, with no sunlight and dim lighting in the corridor at night, he can imitate this without being discovered for a short period of time."

"Of course, I only have suspicions. There's not enough time for me to gather solid evidence."

Kyoko Kirigiri found this deduction extremely exhausting because modern investigative methods are different from those of the past. The golden age of detective work was in 19th-century London, but now it relies more on high technology.

Her reasoning contained many flaws, which she was unable to fill, and therefore could not convict Mitarashi Ryota.

"Teacher Luo..."

Many people's attention was focused on Luo Feng.

Second-graders don't want to reason; they're unwilling to doubt either of these two possibilities.

"Everyone should do what they think is right, and not let my ideas influence them," Luo Feng said. "I'm in a difficult position too."

At that moment, he seemed to be hallucinating.

as if……

Is there the sound of a bullet being chambered?

Chapter 596 He was afraid

Ultimately, Mikan Tsumiki received the most votes, while Ryota Mitarai received only a few votes.

“Then, we’ll have to choose one of them to kill!” Junko Enoshima said with a grin. “Maybe one of them is the killer, maybe neither of them is.”

"There are still too many people; even the process of elimination is difficult to carry out."

"Alright, since Kirigiri-san brought it up, I trust her judgment." Celestia said, "Mitari Ryota, are you really Mitarashi Ryota?"

"Of course, I've always been with everyone... Wait, this isn't the key to the case, is it? Regardless of whether I'm Mitarai Ryota or not, I have no reason to kill anyone," Mitarai Ryota quickly said.

boom!

Luo Feng seemed to hear gunshots.

His finger touched his temple, and he suddenly realized.

Is this the power of language, a kind of sorcery? To make one's language more powerful, but the speaker must have absolute confidence.

“It’s different. Your identity might reveal your motives,” Makoto Naegi said. “If you’re not Ryota Mitarai, then who are you?”

"There's only one possibility for someone to imitate this so perfectly." Xue Ranqiansha suddenly looked up: "The Ultimate Con Artist?"

"Speaking of which, Mitarai's personality sometimes seems a bit incongruous."

"That's right. He and Tsukiki weren't familiar with each other before, so why did they suddenly become so close during that period?"

"Yes, Mitarai was the most anxious one after Tsukiki went missing."

"But I don't think we should doubt our classmates..."

"I'm really not the criminal. Okay, I am indeed the Ultimate Con artist. Now that my identity has been exposed, there's nothing left for me to hide. But I still have no motive for the crime, and there's no evidence pointing to me."

boom!

"That's not true, there's evidence pointing to you!"

Makoto Naegi seemed to genuinely treat the current situation like a detective game: "Around midnight, there was a sound of a door opening in the boy's room."

"I heard you."

“I heard it too.”

"But we cannot confirm who it is."

Clearly, some people didn't sleep at all last night, spending all their time processing the information from the day.

Hearing the door open, those who weren't asleep didn't go out.

“This suggests that a boy went out during the time of the crime,” Naoki Makoto said.

"You can't prove I'm the murderer just because of the sound of a door opening. I didn't leave the house," Ryota Mitarai said, spreading his hands. "There's no other evidence pointing to me..."

“That’s not how it works!” Makoto Naegi continued, “There’s another piece of evidence, which is the rope. Ropes are not easy to deal with, are they? We searched very carefully and found no rope. To strangle someone, the rope wouldn’t be too long or too short. Tsukiki-kun’s room was thoroughly checked, but no murder weapon was found.”

"But we haven't checked your room. We'll know once we go and check your room!"

"The process of elimination?" Togami Byakuya raised an eyebrow. "It's not in Tsumiki's room, and it wasn't found during a body search, so why does it have to be in its own room? Wouldn't it be better to just put it anywhere?"

“There’s one more thing, the scissors, which we haven’t found either,” Naegi said. “They might be with him.”

“Yes, Togami is right. Whether it’s a rope or scissors, I can just throw it around, right?” Mitarai Ryota said. “So, she’s still the murderer. She might have been infected by despair, but I wasn’t.”

"This also shows that there is no evidence pointing to Senior Tsumiki, right?" Makoto Naegi said decisively, "Relatively speaking, the scissors ended up in your hands with the evidence pointing to them."

"You said you handed it over to Tsukiki-kun, and there were no witnesses!"

"Everyone suspects that Tsukiki-senpai is because of Enoshima Junko, but what if we put that aside? Would Enoshima Junko use Tsukiki-san? Whether she uses her or not, it's about 50/50, right?"

"You said you gave it to Tsukiki-kun, you knew perfectly well that it could be used as a murder weapon, didn't you?"

"Moreover, you haven't mentioned this matter since then; you've been hiding it."

"The combination of scissors and the sound of a door opening makes you more likely to be the perpetrator than the other person!"

“I have no motive,” said Ryota Mitarai.

boom!

“That’s not how it is.” Naegi Makoto took a deep breath: “I think that after coming out of there, many people have already developed a motive and a reason to leave.”

“It seems things are clear now,” said Junko Enoshima. “Then, let’s begin the vote!”

"Everyone needs to think this through," Luo Feng said. "If we make a mistake, something that one of us doesn't want to happen might happen."

Everyone's expressions were solemn.

buzzing...

Countless keystrokes rang out.

Some people still insist that Mikan Tsumiki is the murderer, while others have already leaned towards Ryota Mitarai.

However, this involves a choice: the Mikan orange has already been corrupted by Junko Enoshima.

The final answer... Mitarai Ryota!

More people believe in the evidence than other factors!

Luo Feng revealed a playful smile.

He roughly knows how to play this game, and he also roughly knows what makes it fun.

Everything that's happening now is just the appetizer.

…………

The sound of machinery hummed.

Ryota Mitarai was wearing only a pair of unremarkable pants, his hair was unremarkable, and his makeup was unremarkable, as if he had returned to his original self.

Luo Feng slightly opened his squinty eyes.

Anyone who is executed will have one thing on their mind, something that makes them most desperate.

Ryota Mitarai seemed to have returned to reality.

He walked down the street, disguised as Togami Byakuya.

Soon, he encountered the real Togami Byakuya.

"Your disguise is so low-class." Togami Byakuya narrowed his eyes. "At least you should lose some weight."

“Hmph, fat is everything!” Ryota Mitarai retorted.

"A con artist? I'll make sure you can never pretend to be anyone again!"