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What the? What is this?!
How come I'm in pieces?
Am I dead?
--Is this death? --Or am I alive?
--Is it even possible to be alive like this? --What happened to me?
--Is it even possible to be alive like this? --I can't remember anything!
--Who am I? --Who am I?
Who am I?
I don't know. What is my name?
Dammit!
I'm in pieces, but they're connected.
Was I fragmented in order for me to put the pieces together?
Who would do that to me?
Or did I come apart on my own?
If that's the case, maybe being put together isn't right.
No. I'm not supposed to be in pieces.
Even though I'm not perfectly together, seems there's no problem for the meantime...
What's with this place?
"I'm in pieces, but they're connected."
I fully appreciate the concept now.
Still, don't tell me I have to put all the pieces of this world together.
Is it ridiculous to think that I've been given a role to play in this world?
Hey!
Excuse me, but where are we?
You up there,
why is this world chopped into little pieces like this?
In other words, to me, this world isn't right,
just as it wasn't right for me to be in pieces.
Who knows whether there's any point to using the door in a world like this, but here goes.
Kaeru.
I don't know this girl, but I do know her name.
It's Kaeru.
And, by remembering her name, I understand more about myself.
My name is... Sakaido.
Huh? I can't remember my full name, but no matter.
What matters is that I'm the brilliant detective.
And that I must solve the mystery of this girl Kaeru's death.
Inspector Momoki, Sakaido has awakened.
So he finally survived the fall in the bedroom.
How's the id well?
It's stable, sir.
Good. As always, let's be thorough.
Togo, take general analysis. Kokufu, assist Togo.
Shiratake, ascertain periods and locations. Habutae, analyze the people.
Wakashika, deductions about Kaeru's murder.
The battle lasts until our brilliant detective solves the mystery of her death.
Until then, devote yourselves to swiftly deciphering information
about our serial killer, the "Perforator," from the world of his drive to kill.
Yes, sir!
The door was locked from the inside. The window was locked, too.
No way she gave herself a single stab to the chest.
This ain't no period drama.
That makes this a locked-room mystery.
Oh, wait. There are no rooms here.
Hmm, now what? Puzzles exist to be solved... supposedly.
Even my lack of elbow must have a purpose...
Sakaido is on the move.
Entering a room.
Information volume is about to surge. Stay vigilant.
The books are all actual titles.
Any rare volumes?
Several out of print. But nothing that could identify the Perforator.
Habutae, the people in the pictures.
Beginning analysis.
The family that lives here?
Pro tennis players and actors.
All well known via TV and the internet.
Unlikely to be personally connected to the killer.
But normally, people in framed pictures are very close friends or family.
In the real world, yeah.
Id wells are the human unconscious.
Anything goes in the mind.
This calendar...
The dates and days of the week align perfectly with March 2019.
A rare occurrence.
Human memory really exhibits variation.
Then did something happen in that month?
Not necessarily.
Exactly. When you draw information from the well, don't rush to conclusions.
All information is valuable. Don't try to assign meaning yourself.
Let the meaning rise to the surface.
The id well... I can't believe such detailed memories
are hidden in a world formed from the drive to kill.
Don't space out, Hondomachi.
Focus on the rhythm of the well-side staff.
Excuse me, Mr. Matsuoka.
The thing floating in the center there is what the Mizuhanome is generating--
the world of the Perforator's impulse to kill, right?
Yes. In total, five Perforator victims have been discovered.
We detected the Perforator's cognition particles at each crime scene.
But... he kills by drilling holes in people's heads,
and yet his drive to kill made a disjointed jigsaw world.
Well, the intent to kill is at root the impulse portion of things.
When they consciously consider the murder method,
it diverges greatly from the well.
Do you ever feel like entering one yourself? A well, I mean.
Hell no. Only someone who's killed can enter a well.
What's more, to really perform as the brilliant detective takes a special aptitude.
Oh?
Just as you said, that world is a serial killer's very impulse to kill.
To shine there, the brilliant detective's got to have a few screws loose.
The calendar from earlier seems to have been a gift.
It's faint, but it bears the name "Fujita's Wares" and an address.
Mr. Matsuoka.
Got the address!
Now it's time for us field analysts to do our job. Come on.
Attention: Sakaido is about to encounter people.
I'm coming in.
A visitor.
Hello, sir.
Come in. Welcome to our home.
Welcome.
We never have visitors.
Do all of you reside here?
Yes.
We are family.
Kenta Obara, Wataru Takada, Eiko Imanishi,
Yoshihito Fujita, Masami Kitamura...
Of the seven, five are victims of the Perforator.
How horrific. He's making his victims live under one roof as a family?!
Don't lose your cool. Anything can happen in the unconscious.
Still, there's a reason for this .
We have hits for the remaining two in the database of missing persons reports.
Haruka Kazuta and Yuji Oonuki.
In other words, these two are already...
Don't be so sure.
That's right. The report for Yuji Oonuki was filed yesterday.
The Perforator seems to confine his victims for several days before killing them.
They may very well be alive.
Um.
Look here. I hadn't recognized this as a face, and Sakaido hadn't noticed either.
There's a reflection.
Sending the image.
John Walker.
It can't be... The Perforator had contact with John Walker, too?
Mr. Matsuoka, we have confirmation.
It seems that fragmented man in the well is definitely Yuji Oonuki after all.
About "Fujita's Wares" from the calendar-- it closed and now the building's vacant.
But this is only 15 minutes from the Oonuki residence on foot.
We'll retrace Yuji Oonuki's steps on the day of his abduction
and look for cognition particles.
Understood.
You'll probably enter the Perforator's area of operation, so exercise caution.
I can drive, you know.
I have no desire to be a passenger with a rookie driver.
More importantly, watch the Wakumusubi.
The Wakumusubi... You know, it's funny.
To think this machine can glean people's intent to kill.
You know how we write "ido" in reference to the well?
Is the dad joke on Freud's "id" and the Japanese word for "well" intentional?
Or is it a coincidence?
It's no dad joke. It's fate.
"Fate"?
"Ido" can also be written with "other" and "earth."
"Words that start with 'IDO'" "'IDO' [id]" "'IDO' [well]" "'IDO' [latitude]" "Ido" can also be written with "other" and "earth."
"Words that start with 'IDO'" "'IDO' [id]" "'IDO' [well]" "'IDO' [latitude]" Simply put, an "otherworld."
"'IDO' [buttocks]" "'IDO' [otherworld]" Oh, you're right.
With all those meanings, it was meant to be.
Who is this girl?
I've never seen her.
She's not a member of our family.
She's a visitor who just barged in, like you.
Just because our home is open, it's okay to barge in?
It's not okay.
But there's something wrong about her.
Yeah, there is.
More like there's something wrong about this world.
I guess no one would question the world they live in.
But that is precisely the brilliant detective's job.
I have to question the way the world is.
The city.
The pieces are about to fall into place.
Dammit, Sakaido.
You're the brilliant detective. Why did you leave the crime scene?
There are countless ways to stab Kaeru in that wide-open locked room.
We need more material to consider.
Kokufu, turn the part he just completed 90 degrees clockwise!
Now, what did I find?
"Takoya" Now, what did I find?
Now, what did I find?
I have no clue what it means, but I did learn something.
In this world, there's more meaning in what's missing than what's not.
And those meaningful deficiencies are hidden within the larger picture.
Still, what could "takoya" be?
The logo for Takoyaki House Pot Octopus matches.
There are four locations in Chuuou and one in Choufu.
The same neighborhood from the calendar.
"Takoya" Matsuoka is right near there.
"Takoya"
An assault team arrives in five minutes. Stand by until then.
Mr. Matsuoka, these characters are slightly tilted.
Oh?
To see them at this angle...
...you'd have to be...
What was that?
Mr. Matsuoka, the Wakumusubi!
It's Matsuoka. Cognition particles detected.
Pattern matches the Perforator.
Confirmed.
The link with the Wakumusubi has already affected the well.
The world is breaking apart again.
Or perhaps its natural state is to be in pieces...
Kaeru.
This reading. It reflects a fresh drive to kill, doesn't it?
There are two missing persons.
He might be about to kill them as we speak!
Mr. Matsuoka!
Stay here. Wait for backup.
I can't! People just within reach are about to be killed!
Exactly.
I'm going.
Don't, Mr. Matsuoka. Stay on standby.
Resident information located.
The head of household is Tamotsu Fukuda, 33. No family.
Hey, that's...
Against regulations, yeah.
Wait in the car for the assault team.
The world is breaking itself back into pieces.
His drive to kill is fragmented, yet he kills by drilling...
Does that incongruence mean something?
Hey, what are you doing? What do you want?!
Stop! Please stop!
Don't! Please! Don't!
Aw, shit!
He's still breathing!
Medical unit, carry the victim out!
This is a fragmented world.
In other words, it's natural to be in pieces.
Even I'm not whole.
But Kaeru has all of her pieces put together.
She ought to have missing parts.
Thus, they must be there.
I know you're there.
Leave her body!
For real?
Hmm.
Sakaido has found Kaeru's killer.
Now what?
Do I arrest him?
Are there even police and prisons in this fragmented world?
Right. Not much you can do from the well, huh.
Well, it's the same with a mystery.
Arresting the bad guy isn't the brilliant detective's job.
He just solves the case.
Inspector Momoki, shall I eject Sakaido?
No, hold off.
Hey! An eighth person showed up!
The incomplete people in the house. There's a new one!
When the case is finished, make sure to leave our house, okay?
Who're you?
It's her!
From the field analyst unit!
How?
Matsuoka, do you copy?
Hondomachi!
Hey!
Respond!
What's wrong, Hondomachi?
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