I'm a Supporting Role in a Horror Game, Don't Kill Me

I squeezed my way through the crowd and stood in front of the officers.

“E-excuse me.”

“What is it?”

One of the officers, a bearded man, glanced at me. Seeing that annoying face, I let out a sigh inside.

‘If I don’t make a proper excuse, I won’t be able to say anything.’

Originally, the quest could only be received by pressing the interaction button, but it was not so easy anymore. I bit my lip lightly and spoke shamelessly.

“I’m here to get something from Inspector Triver.”

“Hmm? Are you going to take it?”

…I didn’t expect this. In the game, you have to build relationships with NPCs from the beginning too.

I spoke as naturally as possible, hoping that my difficulties and insecurities would not be revealed.

“It’s nothing else; my employer, Lakers Rearmond, is looking into this case. If you tell the inspector, then he will know.”

Then, at the blatant lie, the officer only nodded.

‘Also…’

The power of the name Lakers-Rearmond was great. He was not someone the King trusted enough to control a significant portion of the nation’s commercial power because he was the head of the Rearmond family, which is credited with the country’s founding. And apparently, the bastard murderer was also diligently donating to the police organization.

The officer took me directly to Inspector Triver.

‘Phew.’

I cleared my chest inwardly. It was like an era where there was no such thing as an ID. Well, nobody would even think of borrowing the Lakers’ name carelessly. The inspector, whose face was covered with a pure white beard, had an impressive red nose and cheeks, more like Santa Claus than I had ever seen in the game.

Inspector Triver gave orders to the officers and only looked back at me after yelling. Rather than watching it in a game, seeing it in person like this makes the gap between a serious voice and a gentle Santa-like appearance laughable. If it wasn’t for this serious situation, I would have had more time to enjoy it. I cleared my throat and spoke to Inspector Triver.

“I-Inspector… hello?”

Inspector Triver looked back at me with puzzled eyes, then suddenly frowned.

“Aren’t you the green girl?”

When I nodded, the inspector made a slightly puzzled face.

“What are you doing here?”

“Lord Lakers is curious about this incident.”

After repeating the same remarks I had made to the officer, Inspector Triver squinted his eyes and studied my complexion for quite some time.

“I don’t know if the lady can go around like this.”

‘Are you worried about me?’

The inspector seemed impatient, put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and I nodded to him.

“If I know anything, I should tell you.”

I didn’t have to talk long; just receiving the case notebook was enough, but Triver just found someone to talk to and started chattering as if it went well.

“Actually… The baron has been visiting since days ago, saying that someone sent a threatening note or that someone was watching.”

The baron was Baron Beria, the fifth victim, who was burned to death. I was talking very casually, so I forgot about it, but the lines I heard while playing were mixed in between. Without realizing it, I muttered the following sentences side by side in my mind.

‘But I didn’t believe it.’

“But I didn’t believe it.”

The inspector sighed and let the ground go out once more. I looked into the inspector’s eyes while arranging the flowing emerald hair behind my ear.

I guess I will have to listen to this conversation a little bit longer in order to learn anything from this annoying inspector.

I couldn’t help it, so I didn’t express my thoughts that I was going to die in a hurry, but I tried to agree.

“Why?”

The inspector glanced around to make sure the others could not hear, then spoke in a low voice.

“Why, why? No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a crazy person. Don’t they suddenly say that he felt like he had been targeted by a serial killer?”

“How can I…”

“So that is it. But so far, the targets have all been women, so we just listened to them and sent them off because we thought they were crazy people. Ah, we also have a mountain of work. Can you handle all of them? My, indeed, it’s too much.”

Triver muttered and cleared his throat several times. He then took out a cheap cigarette made by wrapping cigarette ash in a leaf and put it in his mouth. Then he lit it with a match and blew smoke in front of me.

‘No matter how much you like it, to smoke a cigarette without care when there is a person in front of you?’

It didn’t seem strange at all in the days when I didn’t think players would come into the game. As I waited with a bitter smile, the inspector glanced up at the building and muttered.

“But did he know that he would die in such a splendid way? What do we stand for? What has happened to vulgar language now? I haven’t taken a closer look since I haven’t lowered the corpse yet, but how did they kill someone in such a terrible way?

His thoughts became complicated as cigarette smoke obscured his vision. A skinny corpse, a crazy army victim, a blackmail letter It would have been easy to recognize that Baron Beria was the victim of a series of bizarre events taking place in this city, just by looking at the dead body in an abnormal shape that is difficult for ordinary people to imitate.

‘Right now, it’s almost the same as the information I got while playing.’

I took a moment to choose my words. It was also important to respond appropriately to the character who likes to chat, meaning that he listened to what he said.

“You are really struggling. I don’t know how this happened in the inspector’s area.”

Inspector Triver blew out a few more puffs of smoke, looking tired, then nodded.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant! The young lady understands it well.”

Triver Ruak’s affinity has increased.

Lv1(30/99)

Favorite Event: Case Notebook

‘The case notebook!’

I was worried about how to say it so that I could receive it, but the moment I saw that word, my heart was relieved. Inspector Triver rummaged through his pockets, pulled out his familiar thick leather notebook, and placed it in my hand.

“Oops. What would you do if you just talked like this? The outline is recorded here, so please pass it on to Duke Rearmond.”

“Yes.”

“I’m giving it to you because I’m always indebted to the Duke, but…”

At the mention of debts, only snorts came out.

‘Looks like he is giving money, at least, to get out of the suspect’s line.’

I nodded, trying to hide my contempt for the Lakers. The inspector watched as I put the notebook into my bosom, then added a word with a troubled face.

“You’d better not have to look at the young lady.”

I thought it was just a message to the usual errand boy. I didn’t put much meaning into it, left a thank-you note, and turned around.

‘Anyway, I got everything I needed.’

All I had to do now was run away from here. A few steps away from the inspector, I peeked open the case notebook. In the first chapter, there was a picture of the burning old mansion that I had just seen, and next to it was Delivery, a list of notes related to the suspect.

[Main Suspect: Morrison Alter (Newspaper Delivery)]

There are many testimonies that witness him visiting the room on the 4th floor around 8:00 p.m. He was also seen at Nisga, the site of the third incident.

But I already know that Morrison Alter was not the culprit. Because I had already experienced that the route he pursued was blocked, I flipped through the next page without much interest. Attached to it were several clipped articles, with the names of several potential victims written next to them. Between a few notes, there was this very brief note.

[Probably expected victim: Arbitche Green]

Residence: Green Mansion

[Note: It is said that a picture of a crow was drawn in the letter addressed to Arbitche Green in Baron Green’s house.]

‘A letter?’

There was no such letter in Arbitche’s luggage, so it must have arrived after she came to the Rearmond family as a tutor.

‘…In this game, a letter with a picture of a crow is a death sentence.’

The shooter never missed the target he set. At least until the point where I saw the progression of this game. I bit my lip.

‘This is why Inspector Triver was taken aback when he saw me. Not to look at the notebook.’

Because I was a potential victim. What immediately caught my attention was the entrance to an alley not far away. A place full of bad memories that makes the back of your head stand on end even if you don’t deliberately try to recall it

‘The Duke Lakers Rearmond must be in that alley right now, right?’

With an impudent face and a bewitching smile, probably. My body stiffened with chills just thinking of his silver eyes, which casually killed people. I struggled to get out of my thoughts and walked back to the old mansion without knowing how to walk. I climbed into the room, wrapped myself in the blanket, and sat in a daze for a while on the bed. Even when I looked at the pile of things I had packed, I felt stuffy inside, and I couldn’t believe that I could escape from death in some way.

‘Shouldn’t I have gone to Inspector Triver earlier and asked to protect me instead of asking for the case notebook?’

I was immersed in all sorts of thoughts, biting my nails, and I suddenly had a strange thought.

‘But the case notebook says she lives in the mansion I drew.’

Why? I clicked on the window in the corner of my field of vision and opened up information about Arbitche Green.

[Arbitche Green]

Age: 27

Occupation: Resident tutor of the Duke of Rearmond

Birthplace: First daughter of Baroness Green

Affinity: Blier White Lv. 1

Triver Ruak Lv. 1

(Event: Case Note)

Holding amount: 0G

Residence: Green Mansion

Thinking there was nothing unusual, I was about to close the window again, but I paused for a moment and read the information carefully again. Residence: The Green Mansion?

‘Green… mansion?’

Apparently, before leaving this house, the place of residence had been the Rearmond Mansion.

‘Why did it become the same as the case notebook?’

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