Killed Again, Mr. Detective. (また殺されてしまったのですね、探偵様)

This is...

Eliseo's atelier.

I told you, didn't I? I'm after his first work.

You're not stopping me, I see.

Even after they said we weren't allowed in here.

You're willing to break the rules to crack the case.

I thought you weren't anything like him, but I guess you are his son.

That's incredibly insulting. And way over the line.

You're now a criminal along with me, Sakuya.

The Serial Killings on Gallery Island Part 2

This is Eliseo's diary?

50 years ago

Around 50 years ago, when I was still known as Yuri,

the research the three of us had begun was floundering.

Yuri

You all know we're in trouble here.

Boris

There's still more we can do.

We can't give up.

But still...

Isaac

Yuri, what's our research worth right now?

One kopeck.

"Things were so bad, this had become a running gag."

What's "one kopeck" signify?

I think it means "essentially worthless."

Can I ask you to continue?

Sure...

This isn't the time for jokes!

Our sponsor's threatening to pull funding.

So what's your plan, then?

You know what we have to do.

It's time to start experimenting on humans.

But...

Irina

You can experiment on me.

Irina.

You can't inject an outsider with Cireitz, right?

No. It's too dangerous.

Yuri, let's complete Cireitz together.

"Cireitz" was a meaningless word we'd dreamed up.

Since we were making something that didn't exist yet,

we thought it best to give it a name that also didn't exist.

Yuri.

Damn you!

Stop it, Yuri!

Stop, Yuri.

This is what she wanted.

I wasn't able to bring myself to part with them.

I wanted to see it for myself... mankind's first step towards immortality.

"What Cireitz..."

"No, what the elixir was capable of..."

I've heard about this.

About how a team has been researching it for years and years.

Is this medicine... Surely not...

A medicine to make someone immortal.

A way to auto-heal the body.

The body itself becomes able to repair any kind of damage.

Any wound.

Any disease.

But that's impossible.

Aren't you forgetting the fact that you exist?

Absolutely nothing is known about Eliseo before he became a painter.

But I certainly didn't expect him to be a scientist.

Irina's body gained the ability to heal from a cut in twelve hours or so.

But it didn't take long for something to go wrong.

Her body began falling apart.

It was then I learned Irina was pregnant with my child.

I looked for a way to save her.

But in the process, I realized there was a fundamental flaw

and contradiction in our research.

We had been entirely focused on the regenerative capabilities of the body.

But that wasn't what truly mattered.

"Chronos."

That was the concept we had failed to even consider.

Incredible. The child has encountered Cireitz through the mother's body.

This is the best sample we could ever collect.

I left my companions and took with me my beloved daughter, Apollonia,

and the documents concerning Irina, known as the "Irina Report."

I'm sure they believe if they can get their hands on the Irina Report,

they can complete Cireitz.

As long as they seek it, it will only create more victims and more tragedy.

Like Irina and like Lucciola, who was born with a terrible burden.

"I have to stop them."

Is someone in here?

Lyle-san?

Oh, it's you, Sakuya-kun.

I expect a detective like yourself came here to investigate.

Yes, I suppose.

What are you doing here?

I was drinking in my room when I saw someone through the window.

I got suspicious and followed them.

So did you learn anything?

I found Eliseo-san's diary.

He was working on a drug called Cireitz, it seems.

Ci-reitz?

By the way, when did I mention to you that I was a detective?

Plus, you seemed so terrified after the murder.

You chasing suspicious people outside makes no sense.

You also called yourself a jewel merchant.

But I felt something strange when we shook hands.

Thinking back,

what I felt were the calluses of someone who regularly uses a gun.

Lyle-san, who are you?

What are you doing here on this island?

I came to find treasure.

No, you didn't mention you were a detective,

Outsuki Tatsuya's son.

How did you know...

Everybody in the underworld knows the name Outsuki Tatsuya.

And the fact that his son likes to play pretend at being a detective.

Are you the one who killed everyone?

That wasn't my doing.

A professional keeps his killing to a minimum!

Sakuya-kun, I'll tell everyone you were killed by the siren.

Killed Again, Mr. Detective?

Oh, you really did come back to life.

It's a felony to keep me waiting for fifteen whole minutes, you know.

You're okay?

Is that your first question after coming back to life?

See? I've got my legs. Japanese ghosts don't have legs, right?

Rub, rub.

I didn't get to learn much about Cireitz from him.

Sakuya?

Don't tell me you provoked him and let him attack you to get information.

Uh, of course I did.

Don't you care about your own life?

Oh, good point.

Unbelievable.

Sakuya-sama.

I'll fill you in l-later!

F-For now, we need to head to Lyle-san's room.

There was something I wanted his help with.

He vomited up blood and clawed at his own throat.

It seems he was poisoned.

Lyle-san.

"To my beloved wife."

"I'm going on without you."

"I don't think I can live in a silent world without my son."

"I'm sorry, Katya."

Looks like a suicide note.

It's a fake.

He died because someone poisoned him.

Where's Eliseo's diary?

The killer must have taken it.

Is that diary the reason for all these killings?

We can ask the killer.

Let's bring Lyle-san back to life.

And also...

Killed again, Sakuya-sama?

Yes.