Capture, capture, recall the details.
--First, there are three things I can be certain of.
--First, none of the clothes on Talulah had been damaged. There wasn't even any sign that they had been soaked with sweat. This meant that whatever had happened before this, Talulah had most likely been completely naked during it.
--Second, the bedsheet had been damaged, with one strip torn off. It had also been washed. This meant that there had once been extremely intense physical interaction on the bed, with a much greater range of motion than expected.
--Third, this shouldn't have been an attempt to frame someone... Talulah didn't understand what tickling someone for an entire day and night actually meant. She might have known that being tickled for a long time would be unbearable, but she didn't know it was a lethal punishment.
--Then her purpose must have been to mislead me. She wanted to... hide something.
At that moment, Miss Surtr crudely added together her pure calculating power, surpassing the combined talents of detectives such as Holmes, Poirot, Kindaichi, and Conan.
Because she had seen the past.
Alina's bedroom was modeled in her mind. After factoring in the distribution of miscellaneous objects, the airflow, tiny traces on the floor, and various other parameters, two blurry outlines appeared in her imagination.
She couldn't see the people, their movements, or what they had said to each other. But beyond that, she could capture clusters of information formed by traces of their auras, heat, vibrations, and more. Through this, she could determine where the two of them had been during the past several hours.
Ten minutes ago, Alina left the room. Her destination was unknown.
Fifteen minutes ago, Alina and Talulah had talked in the living room. The content was unknown. But Talulah had climbed