ID: INVADED (ID：INVADED イド：インヴェイデッド)

Huh?

The hell is this? What happened to me?

How did I get broken into pieces?

Does this mean I'm dead?

Is this what death is like?

I feel like I'm alive, but--

But how can I be alive?

I've been chopped into bits.

Who am I?

-- Who am I? -- Who am I?!

I've got no clue.

Don't even know my own name.

Shit!

I'm in pieces, but they're connected.

Was I broken just so I could put myself back together?

Who would do that to me?

I'm making too many assumptions.

For all I know, I came apart on my own.

I can't even be sure that putting myself back together

is the right thing to do.

No, this is right.

I'm not supposed to be in pieces.

Well, it isn't perfect,

but I seem to be more or less functional.

At least for now.

What's with this place?

"I'm in pieces, but they're connected."

There's a thought to cling to.

Hang on.

I'd better not be expected to rebuild this whole world.

Couldn't even complete myself.

There I go making assumptions again.

Is it ridiculous to think that I've been given

a role to play in this world?

'Scuse me!

Sorry to bother you, but could ya tell me where we are?

Hey! D'ya hear me?

Look, I just have some questions.

Like how did this world end up getting smashed into pieces?

To me, it's not right that this world is in pieces.

Any more than it was right when I was.

The word broken comes to mind.

I don't know if there's a point

to using the door in a world like this,

but hey, why not?

That's Kaeru.

I don't know this girl, but I do know her name.

It's Kaeru.

And somehow, seeing her and remembering her name

has helped me to remember more about myself.

I know my name too now. It's Sakaido.

Still don't know my full name,

but that's irrelevant.

All that matters is this:

I do have a part to play in this world.

I'm the brilliant detective.

And I'm here to solve the mystery of Kaeru's death.

Inspector Momoki, it looks like Sakaido's awake now.

So he finally survived the fall into the bedroom.

How's the id well?

It's stable, sir.

Good. You'll all be assigned as follows.

Macro analysis: Togo, assisted by Kokufu.

Times and places: Shiratake. Human analysis: Habutae.

And Wakashika will try to make deductions

about the murder.

This battle's just beginning,

and it won't end until Sakaido solves the case.

Till then, we'll scour everything we see

for details about the Perforator.

Remember that this is the world of his drive to kill.

Everything has meaning.

Sir!

Not only was the door locked from the inside,

the window was as well.

She can't have stabbed herself in the chest. Heh.

This isn't a period drama.

It's a classic locked room mystery.

Or it would be if the room wasn't missing a wall.

What do I do now?

Puzzles are meant to be solved. I can assume that much.

And something tells me that my left arm

is still like this for a reason.

Sakaido is on the move.

He's entering a room.

Let's expect a data surge. Everyone be ready.

Well, this is interestin. All the books appear to be real.

Any rare volumes?

A fair number of them are out of print at least.

I can't see any rare enough

that would allow us to track an individual.

Habutae, who's in the pictures?

Beginning analysis.

Is this the family that lives here?

They're all actors or pro tennis players.

Successful enough to be known to most.

Odds are, the killer's only aware of them

through TV and the internet.

That said, with a framed picture taken in that style,

you'd assume these people were friends or family.

In the real world, you'd be right.

But the id well is a product of the unconscious mind.

Anything goes in there. Logic takes a backseat.

Look at this calendar.

The dates and days of the week match up perfectly.

That's just what March of 2019 looked like.

Why would someone recall that?

There's a lot of variation in human memory.

Could something significant have happened during that month?

There's no telling as of yet.

Exactly.

When drawing information from the id well,

we should avoid jumping to conclusions.

All information is valuable,

but we needn't assign meaning to everything we find.

Meaning will rise to the surface on its own in time.

The id well.

I can't believe that such detailed knowledge and memories

can be hidden in a world formed out of murderous impulse.

Try to focus, okay, Hondomachi?

Look at how the well-side staff do their work.

Understood, Mr. Matsuoka.

But just to be sure I'm following,

that image in the center of the room

was generated by the Mizuhanome, right?

It's the world of this Perforator's urge to kill?

Yes.

As of this moment,

we've located five of the Perforator's victims.

At the scene of each of his crimes,

we collected his cognition particles.

It's odd.

Trepanation is such a precise, meticulous method of killing.

Yet his drive to kill created this chaotic, jigsaw world.

There is a disconnect.

But that happens.

Method does not define motive. The urge to kill is primal.

Conscious thought about how to kill

comes from a whole different part of the psyche.

I'm curious about what it would be like to go inside a well.

You?

Hell no.

You can only enter an id well if you've killed someone.

Furthermore, it takes a special aptitude

to perform as the brilliant detective.

Huh?

Think about it.

As you said, that world is the manifestation

of a murderer's drive to kill.

For a detective to do well in that type of setting,

they've gotta have some loose screws.

That calendar was a lucky break.

The letters are faint,

but it definitely bears the name "Fujita's Wares."

It looks like there's an address as well.

Matsuoka.

Got the address!

Then it's time for us field analysts to get to work.

Let's go.

Heads up.

This next room has people inside.

Hello. I'm coming in.

A visitor, huh?

Hello, sir.

You're welcome here. Make yourself at home.

Do come in.

I believe you're our first visitor.

I see.

So all of you live here, that right?

Yeah.

We are family.

Kenta Obara. Wataru Takada.

Eiko Imanishi. Yoshito Fujita. Masami Kitamura.

Those five match. They're victims of the Perforator.

I'm looking up the last two!

Man, that's sick.

He's forcing all of his victims to stay under the same roof

and make believe like they're a family?

Don't lose your head.

This is just a product of his psyche.

Though I do believe it has significance.

Hey, Inspector, I got facial matches for the last two guys