Fourth Trial

[bathymetric]

[ After the evidence (and what a large batch of evidence it is, this time) has been gathered up, after actually patiently waiting a longer time than usual to make sure everything's been grabbed, the speakers over New Rapture crackle to life. ]

Time's up, everyone. You know where to go.

[ The lower number of bathyspheres, as you descend, is starting to become really notable, isn't it? The descent is the same as ever, lower and lower into the sea. The bioluminescence of those slugs on the ocean floor is almost brighter today, somehow, and some of them have even crawled up the cliff face around you as you pass them.

The dome approaches, slowly as ever, gleaming red in the darkness. The bathyspheres land in a row, doors opening one by one to reveal the familiar sight of the trial room, three more podiums now darkened. ]

Take your places, ladies and gentlemen. You've got a doozy of a situation to discuss. Ass Man and Silver Fox are dead. You know what happens if you can't figure out whodunnit.

[ Welcome to your fourth trial. ]

Comments

[sastruga]

It's a good way to get rid of evidence. Even with the piece of fabric left, it isn't as if we can tell much from it. So then, unless we get any reason to assume otherwise, we probably won't solve this by inspecting people's clothes like last time.

...If they set up the fireworks, then... was the culprit at the scene shortly before everyone went to investigate...?

[daimakaicho]

That seems likely, doesn't it? No one found any kind of setup that would imply a remote start or something to that effect, right?