I was a forensic doctor in my previous life, and in this life I am a corpse collector at the bottom of the gang.
The dead ones were the three leaders of the Round Table.
I touched the body and was arrested as a murderer.
During the interrogation, the rope was strangled to the point of suffocation.
My vision went dark and I returned to the time before the crime.
I saw a hand wearing a snake head ring flash through the crack of the door.
Waking up, I said, "Ring."
They asked, "How do you know the deceased wore a ring?"
But what I saw was the murderer.
There was nothing on the deceased's fingers.
The soles of my shoes were stained with blood from the murder scene.
This body seems to hide another me.
