.December 13th, ten o'clock in the morning.
White fluorescent lamps are spread along the ceiling, and the walls on both sides of the corridor are also white.
Every time he passed this road, Whale Bird would feel very uncomfortable in his eyes. He took out his usual sunglasses from his coat pocket and put them on, and continued walking. The closer he got to the room at the end, the unique smell and difficulty of chemicals The stench of the corpse became stronger and stronger.
In the morgue, Matsuo's body was laid out on the autopsy table. The trolley beside it was filled with bloody tools, and all kinds of foul-smelling bodily fluids accumulated in the basin on the floor.
Whale Bird saw no one when he came in, but there was the sound of water in the cleaning room inside. He stood in the middle of the room and waited for a while, and Kuwahara pushed the door in from the cleaning room.
"Ah, it's Mr. Whale Bird. Are you here to get the autopsy report in person? Haha, everyone looks very anxious lately." Junichi Kuwahara, to use a more popular word, he is a very happy person. , he has a buzz cut all year round and wears a pair of old-fashioned big black-rimmed glasses. He smiles cheerfully when he sees people, as if there is something to be happy about every moment. At first glance, one would never have guessed that this person's job was to deal with dead people all day long.
"Thank you for your hard work, Kuwahara-kun." Whale Bird replied.
"Well... I'm okay. In fact, doing an autopsy is not a very stressful job. If you have nothing to do, you will feel uncomfortable." Kuwahara replied with a smile.
"So, what is the confirmed cause of death?" Whale Bird stopped being polite and started talking about business.
Kuwahara replied: "Insufficient oxygen supply to the brain, blockage of the respiratory tract, any of them will kill people. If they happen at the same time..." He did not say any more, anyway, the results were already in front of him.
Picking up a scalpel on the cart, Kuwahara pointed at Matsuo's face and said, "What's worth mentioning is the black cross mark."
The whale bird's expression changed slightly: "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Whale Bird doesn't know yet." Kuwahara pushed up his glasses: "This is not the only dead person with a cross on his face."
"Oh?" Although Whale Bird looked questioning, he actually already had the answer in his heart.
Kuwahara replied: "The one who was brought in yesterday evening..." He looked back uncomfortably at the chest of drawers where the body was stored not far away: "It's the high school student who was cut into many pieces, and it was also on his face."
Whale Bird said thoughtfully: "As expected...the teacher and the student were killed one day apart, and they all have those marks on their faces..."
Kuwahara added: "Actually, there are more than just these two people."
This sudden sentence really surprised Whale Bird, "What?"
Kuwahara said: "Similar black crosses were also found in the Third Precinct in the neighboring area. They also appeared on the face of the deceased. The horizontal one sealed the mouth like a seal, and the vertical one extended from the forehead to the chin."
"How many more such dead people are there?" Whale Bird asked quickly.
Sang Yuan replied: "I only heard this rumor yesterday. On December 7, they found the first deceased with a black cross on his face. As of yesterday morning, there were three in total."
The whale bird turned and left, muttering: "Asshole... there are at least five of them... I see, we can't wait any longer..."
"Mr. Whale Bird, your autopsy report!" Kuwahara shouted from behind, but Whale Bird did not come back.
forever.
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December 8, 3:15 pm.
"Damn it, living in such a shabby place where only a few buses pass by every day makes me have to walk so far." Matsuo wore an exaggeratedly thick down coat and walked in the cold wind.
"No, I really can't stand it anymore. I have to find a place to take a rest first." Matsuo looked around and found that in such a remote area, there was not even a decent shop on the roadside. Except for private houses, it was like that. A vegetable shop without a door.
He finally saw a bookstore and ran in as if he was running away.
"Huh... Fortunately, this store has heating." Matsuo let out a long breath after closing the door.
"It's not easy. It's so cold that I have to go to the home of a poor student like that." Tianyi held a book wrapped in a black cover and sat lazily behind his desk, seemingly not intending to raise his head to look at Matsuo. One glance.
"Huh?" Matsuo was stunned: "That...are you talking to me?"
Tianyi ignored him, and then said to himself: "A shabby guy like that is really an eyesore in my class."
Matsuo suddenly noticed something and his expression changed.
"The girls in the class have become more and more beautiful recently, hehehehe..." Tianyi laughed obscenely.
But Matsuo didn't find it funny at all. He walked quickly to the table: "Asshole! What are you talking about there!"
Tianyi laid the book flat on the table, turned to the first page, turned the book around, and pushed it in front of Matsuo.
White paper, purple ink, uncomfortable colors and fonts, write a person's name, or in other words, the title of this book - Matsuo Haraki.
Matsuo glared at Tianyi and shouted: "Hey! What do you mean! Who are you? Who told you to do this!"
Tianyi's indifferent eyes became extremely cold and deadly in a short moment. He only looked at Matsuo for a second, and the latter could no longer say a word.
"Teacher Matsuo, you can read this book for free first." Tianyi lay back on the sofa chair, stretched out, and yawned: "After a while, let's discuss a deal."
Ten minutes passed.
Matsuo stood there, looking at his thoughts over the past forty years with a complicated expression.
At this time, Tianyi felt that it was almost done, so he suddenly reached out and took the book back from the other person's hand: "Okay, there is nothing worth reading more."
Matsuo was a little at a loss, and he asked nervously: "You... what are you..."
Tianyi didn't have time to listen to his lingering words and interrupted directly: "In my opinion, your book is like a stack of toilet paper stapled together, and each one is wiped with shit. When I read it, my fingers, eyes and heart were deeply hurt. So..." He stared at Matsuo: "I hope to sell this book to you quickly and at a low price."
Matsuo was stunned for two seconds, then nodded immediately: "Okay, okay! How much do you want, I'll buy it now..." As he said this, he actually went to take out his wallet.
Tianyi waved his hand to signal him to stop: "No, if I want something like money, I can rob a bank; or guide others to rob a bank, and then take a commission; or guide others to rob a bank, and then rob them... Hmm... It's a bit far-fetched. In short, you don't have to use money to buy this book, as long as you promise to do something for me."
Matsuo immediately became vigilant. A person like him would have to calculate the gains and losses before doing anything: "What do you want me to do?"
But Tianyi's words quickly reassured him: "Please help me put this parcel in the Miura's mailbox." As he spoke, he took out a large envelope from the drawer and put it on the table.
Looking at the outline of the package from the outside, it seemed to be a book in an envelope. Matsuo thought about it and asked, "Hey, isn't this something dangerous?"
Tian Yiyi: "Don't worry, it's just a videotape. Don't open the envelope, just put it in the Miura's mailbox. You should know his address." As he spoke, he picked up the pen. , wrote a line of words on the envelope: Miura Kazuya receives.
"How about it? Have you decided? Be a postman for me and I will give you your book." Tianyi asked with a sneer.
Matsuo's reaction was very predictable. He put the parcel in his arms and said, "You have to keep your word."
"Then it depends on how well you complete it." He said in a joking tone: "Don't think about taking it back for a look first, your behavior..." Tianyi patted Matsuo's Book of Hearts on the table with his hand. "I know a little bit about everything."
"Tch..." Matsuo turned and left.
He didn't ask the other person why he did this, nor did he think about why there was a book filled with his own voice. His reaction was exactly the same as Ikeda's two days later. Faced with the absurd reality, he did not question or ignore it, but chose to trade and follow other people's rules of the game.
Tianyi watched Matsuo's figure disappear at the door, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing a few times. After taking a sip of coffee, he picked up another black book on the ground and started reading it with relish.