Chapter 7 broken neck doll
Love Fraudsters A Selection of Masterpieces by Contemporary Japanese Female Writers
岩井志麻子
17576Words
2018-03-15
The author of "Broken Head Doll", Si Dongji, whose real name is Taiyuan Kumiko. Born on October 30, 1958 in Oita Prefecture.Graduated from the Department of Japanese Literature, Faculty of Letters, Hosei University.I participated in a colleague magazine in school, and when I was working in Shangdu after graduating from university, I read Shoji Shimada's "Fantasy, Heaven's Grief" and began to write mystery novels.
"Automatic Doll Laughs Five Times", written in 1991, was recommended by Shoji Shimada and published.The content is about a mysterious murder that happened in a small closed village.It is a romantic mystery novel that inherits Henggou's official history.
Afterwards, in addition to publishing puzzle-solving and reasoning novels such as "The Pleasure of the Snake Maker", "The Headless Mermaid Murder Case" and "Poisonous Fruit" in the famous detective Haruka Ichiya series, he has also written suspense reasoning and action reasoning works in recent years. .
"Decapitated Doll" writes the progress of two unrelated events in third person and multiple viewpoints.The first incident is that Kayama Morihiko abandoned the restaurant girl Sasamoto Ryoko 10 years ago and came to Tokyo. She is now the editor of a literary magazine.One day, a novel submitted under the name of Morihiko Kayama reveals the relationship between Kayama and Ryoko.
The second incident is the storyline of the "impossible crime" in which a young man dressed like a doll broke his neck in an elevator and died.How does the author resolve these two unrelated matters?
The huge "doll" was discovered at dusk during the rainy season.At that time, it was drizzling, and there was a looming heat in the rain. The first person to find out was an employee of an elevator maintenance company.He received a call from the building administrator and heard that an elevator was broken and stopped between the third and fourth floors, so he rushed to check it immediately. It seemed that there was no foreign object caught between the elevator and the wall, so I lowered the elevator to the first floor, opened the door, and found a "doll" sitting on the ground with its feet spread out inside. The "doll" was wearing a lavender dress, resembling a French doll in appearance.The dress was made of several layers of organdy, which looked light and airy. The "doll" wears red enamel dancing shoes, wears a light gray-yellow ribbon on her long hair, and holds a white lace umbrella in her hand. Her body is facing outwards, but her face is facing inwards. She cannot see her facial features. The angle is strange, like a neck It looks broken. On the first floor, several people stopped to watch, all of them were female employees working in this building, and housewives who wanted to go home after shopping.They kept staring at the elevator, as if wondering what was going on. The elevator maintenance man muttered something, and said, "Is it someone's lost item?" At the same time, he walked into the elevator, put his hand on the "doll"'s head, and twisted it slightly.When the face of the "doll" turned around, all the surrounding women screamed in unison. The lips of the "doll" were painted with light cherry-colored lipstick, his face was pale, his facial features were distorted, and his expression seemed to be in extreme pain.There are contact lenses on the pupils, so they are blue, but the eyeballs are protruding, and the white part of the eyes is covered with bloodshot eyes, which is extremely scary. So far, everyone has seen it.It was not a "doll," but a human being, and a dead man at that, dressed in the clothes of a French doll.The women who came to watch one after another screamed again, and the entire hall was swallowed up by the screaming flood. Morihiko Kayama, the editor of the literary magazine, clicked his tongue lightly because he found that his trousers were wet.He saw a woman standing nearby holding an umbrella, and water dripped from the tip of the umbrella, just dripping on his trousers. Going to and from get off work during the rainy season is already very uncomfortable, and sometimes you will encounter some unpleasant things. Living in a big city, these things are unavoidable and there is nothing you can do about it, but this time he was angry.It would be fine if the other party apologized, but this woman didn't express anything this morning.She seemed to have noticed her behavior, but she just glanced at Jia Shan, without changing her posture at all, as if she took it for granted. The woman disembarked midway and crowded towards the platform with other passengers.Jiashan held the ring in his hand, let out a long sigh, and breathed a sigh of relief.At this moment, he noticed that the woman looked at him from the platform with her eyes wide open. At this moment, Jiashan felt a chill down his back, as if being drenched by a winter shower. ——Is it Ryoko? At first I wanted to call out this almost forgotten name, but before I could say it, the woman disappeared from Jiashan's sight. The tram moves.The number of passengers in the car was greatly reduced, and the air-conditioning became very cold.Among the passengers, Jiashan was the only one who was sweating profusely, even the tip of his nose was covered with beads of sweat. ——Why did she appear here?Maybe I got the wrong person?But that outfit…. The woman was clearly standing on the platform and staring at this side.Although it was only for a moment, that figure was deeply imprinted in Jia Shan's eyes. Purple clothes and red shoes, waist-high dark clouds, a white lace parasol in hand... The incident from three days ago suddenly resurfaced in his mind. On that day, Jiashan went to the private house of a solid writer to negotiate and negotiate.Halfway through the chat, the food and wine were brought out.He was too drunk to say goodbye and leave.Just as he crossed the alley and came to a wider intersection, a woman came out from the left corner.She was dressed exactly the same as the woman just now. Under the light of the street lamp, her dress looked whiter.She stopped in the middle of the crossroads, turned the parasol on her shoulders a few times, and then smiled at Jiashan.Jia Shan was taken aback and stopped to watch.The woman turned immediately, walked to the right, and disappeared around the corner. At that time, because the woman turned her back to the street lamp, she couldn't see her face clearly.Because there was a church nearby, Jiashan thought it was a bride who ran out in a wedding dress.But now that I think about it, could it be that person is also... Jia Shan shook his head frequently, as if trying to shake the sweat off his face. He thought to himself, it should not be "that woman".She should not appear in these places now.Neither at that crossroads, nor likely to run to the express station platform.He takes this bus every morning to go to work... No!Whether it's a station, an intersection, or anywhere, if "that woman" shows up, it's going to be troublesome, because—— "That woman" is Liangzi, the woman who was abandoned in the countryside by Jiashan before. Jiashan came to the company.The manuscripts on the table have piled up like a mountain, and those are all manuscripts to apply for the novel newcomer award.The deadline for submission was last month, and it is still in the stage of selection and elimination. "Mr. Jiashan, you are so bold!" Tanaka Junko sitting next to him said to him. "I wrote a novel to apply for it, and I didn't say a word, it's true." After speaking, throw a copy of the original manuscript together with the envelope. Jia Shan was puzzled, tilted his neck and turned the envelope over to see that it really read "Author: Morihiko Kayama".That is the font typed by the computer. "It's not that it's not good-looking, but the number of words is too small, and the title is incomprehensible." Jia Shan had no impression, and hurriedly took out the manuscript to read.It was typed out with a computer, with more than ten pages in total, bound with red thread.
I met Ryoko Sasamoto 12 years ago, when my wife was pregnant with her second child.I am only in my 20s, but I already work as the vice president of the kimono shop run by my father.I work and work hard.Every day after Jin Wuxi falls, I go to the bustling street to drink and have fun, which is very serious.I will sell kimonos to those bar girls in the name of business, but the profits I make are far less than my cost of getting drunk and having fun!For some reason, women's kimonos have no appeal at all to me.Not only that, but for women who love to wear kimonos, I even feel extremely disgusted, almost to the point of hatred. Now I can tell you why I hate kimonos, and that's this: I don't trust women who don't wear panties at all.When I was young, I once peeped at the process of my mother Hongxing's affair - the man was a young shopkeeper, he lifted up the hem of my mother's kimono in a wild way, and immediately exposed the white jade legs that bullied Shuang Saixue, I don't know what shame is—.That kind of easy fishing can instantly turn a good wife and mother into a lustful slut and child.Kimonos are the kind of thing that I absolutely cannot forgive. Conversely, what I appreciate most is the kind of western skirt that is wrapped in layers.The organdy skirt is very cute, and no matter how much you lift it, you can't touch the disgusting part.The dolls in the glass cases of the toy store wore such dresses.So I started looking for a girl who would wear this kind of dress, and I wanted to pursue this kind of object. I met Ryoko in a small hotel.I have a wine and meat friend who is the young master of a building materials company, and he took me to that hotel. When I first met Ryoko, when I saw her face for the first time, I felt as if my cheeks were stuck to ice.It was still early spring at that time, and the heating was still on in the store, but it seemed that a layer of icy air was covering her body. Liangzi and the young master of the building materials business seem to have known each other for a long time, and they talk and behave very intimately with each other.The two sides rubbed their ears and temples together, skin to skin, and hands up and down, you come and go.Ryoko also groaned delicately, unscrupulously.During that time, Ryoko never gave me any glances.But when my friend got up to go to the bathroom, Ryoko took the opportunity to wink at me.Although it was fleeting, like a fleeting moment, I could feel that she was a gift from Chunshan and affectionate from Qiushui.At that moment, my heart was beating wildly, my chest was shaking violently, and my forehead was burning like fire. That's her!I thought so at the time. Ryoko is the girl I want, the ideal woman I have been looking for after spending countless fortunes. The "deep" relationship with Ryoko happened on a midsummer night when it was pouring rain. A white parasol acts as a matchmaker. Doing that kind of thing with girls is mostly caused by small incidents.Ryoko's situation is no exception. "It's raining so hard, I can't go back." As she spoke, she picked up the parasol that was placed in the corner of the bar and spun it around. "Just take a taxi." I said. "No, that would be too wasteful." Later I found out: Liangzi went to the sea to accompany her drinking and laughing, all in order to raise money for her brother as the operation fee.Her younger brother suffered from congenital kidney disease and had to undergo a surgery to replace the kidney, but he had no money.Although she has been going to the hospital for kidney dialysis regularly, the doctor said that it is impossible to continue like this. Sooner or later, she will have to undergo a kidney transplant operation, otherwise her life will be lost. "Or I'll take you back home." Now that I think about it, if Ryoko had brought an umbrella instead of a parasol, we might not have had a physical relationship for two years. After getting on the taxi, Ryoko immediately leaned her cheeks against my arm, said "so sleepy", and closed her eyes.In fact, it should be half asleep and half awake.I felt her tender body pressing towards me all the time, and my sanity finally collapsed completely.I saw the neon sign of the hotel, so I asked the driver to drive over and get off there.I dragged and hugged, and helped Liangzi into the room.She nestled in my arms, opened her mouth lightly, and opened her beautiful eyes slightly, but she didn't resist at all, allowing me to pity her. Ryoko looks dignified, holy and refined, and even makes people feel cold and inviolable, but she is actually a woman with a strong personality.I thought: Maybe it was because of this that she obediently accepted my request? My request was this: to put her in that costume, dress her up like a doll, and let me ravage her. For this kind of thing, I have prepared a lot of petticoats long ago.I told her to put it all on, and put on a lavender tulle skirt on the outside.Then she tied a grayish-yellow ribbon around her long hair, and made her wear blue contact lenses.As a result, Liangzi, who was originally as white as jade and as beautiful as a flower, immediately turned into a "doll" who just escaped from the window of a toy store. As soon as I saw her like this, I immediately felt a violent hot current gushing out of my body, which made my blood rush and I couldn't control myself.That's a feeling I've never had before.I swooped in, clawed at her, ripped her skirt, ripped her briefs.However, Liangzi didn't change her face, she was at my mercy and allowed me to do anything. Thinking about it now, she dared to cooperate because she also had such a need.But I thought again: Not to mention her, even ordinary women will have this kind of desire hidden in their hearts, right?The difference between the two lies in whether or not they are put into action.Conversely, any man must have the wish and desire to "let the perfect girl be destroyed in my hands", right? However in the end I failed.I was defeated on the point of "I only know the intensity of Liangzi's desire, but not how jealous she is". Two years have passed since I shared a secret time with Ryoko. Tomorrow is my 25th birthday.I rented a car and came to M City with Ryoko.It was severe winter at that time, but the air pressure changed in two or three days, and the climate became milder and not so cold.I was going to buy a suit or a bag for my birthday, but Ryoko stopped in front of a large real estate company. "Shouldn't we have our own castle too?" When I heard this, I panicked and panicked.Ryoko looked into my eyes and exhorted again: "Buy me a suite! That way, we won't have to sneak around to a hotel for a tryst. Well, besides, you can move in with me." "—Let's go!" "Why? Don't...I don't want to!" She shook off my hand, paused, twisted her waist, and burst into tears, like a 3-year-old child. That day was Sunday, and there were many pedestrians nearby, and they all turned their attention to Ryoko and me at the same time. "Well, as you like. We'll talk elsewhere." I have to say these words to prevaricate.Ryoko just stopped crying. — not good. I already understand: it's time to cut off the relationship.Of course I'm still infatuated with her body, but I can't sacrifice my family for her.I don't have the courage. In the hotel, I originally wanted to ask for a separation between Lao and Yan, but unexpectedly, Liang Zi, who was as careful as a hair, had already understood the situation, and before I could speak, he immediately robbed me: "It's so useless! Coward! Everything depends on your wife's face. Do you dare to ask her to dress up as a doll and lie there obediently for you to do? Tell me! Do you have the guts?" I lay on my back on the bed.Standing naked, with her feet straddling the sides of my neck, she looked gigantic, with pomegranate-colored flesh looming between her pink, crooked hips. I rolled over on my side and smiled weakly.It turned out to be fuel to the fire. "Laughing at me again! You laugh at me every time with your wife, and laugh at me for being a silly girl while doing business, right? You always imagine me as your wife! Your eyes are fixed on my body, but you are thinking she!" After finishing speaking, he sat down on my chest, wept loudly, and slapped my cheek fiercely with those green jade fingers. I grabbed her wrist and said: "No matter how you say it, we are husband and wife after all!" Liang Zixiang was startled, and looked at me with an expression of extreme astonishment, that pink face looked like an ignorant little girl. "How dare you say such a thing!" She shook off my hand vigorously and went into the bathroom.A moment later, she returned with a bathrobe strap. "Die with me!" "Want to die for love? Don't be stupid. If you talk nonsense again, I won't be with you." My tone seemed to be joking, but I really thought so in my heart.If you can break up with her just because of this, that would be a blessing in heaven, extremely lucky.I got out of bed and wanted to go to the bathroom, but she knocked me down hard. "I hate you! I'm going to kill you and kill myself!" She straddled me and wrapped the sash around my neck. — Really want my life? Her face was pale, her face had changed color, her brows were piercing and ferocious, her eyes were vicious, and she had obviously lost her mind. I thought to myself: If I don't kill her, I will die at his hands. I tried my best to untie my belt, slapped her several times, and crushed her to death.She showed a flustered and anxious look, struggling desperately under my crotch.That pained expression gave me an impulse. I wrapped the straps around her pink neck and poked my cock in her pussy at the same time.After the insertion, she immediately became amiable, coquettish and weak, as if she was in a celestial state, and she was extremely comfortable. I was a little hesitant, but I continued to exert force and slowly tightened the belt.I pulled it tighter and tighter, but Liangzi didn't show any discomfort, but seemed to want to die.When she reached the climax, a pink light flashed on her smooth and crystal cheeks and dimples, as if on fire.At that moment, I ejaculated all on her myself.
This novel ends here, with a beginning and no end. Jia Shan was in a cold sweat.What the hell is going on here?Three nights ago, he saw the woman at the intersection, and today he saw her standing on the platform again.And this novel... The encounter between him and Ryoko and the ups and downs are all written vividly, just like what happened 10 years ago.Only he and Ryoko knew about that secret ceremony...how could this be? "Mr. Jiashan, why do you get goose bumps? Do you get goose bumps after reading your own works?" Tanaka Junko walked past him while making sarcastic remarks. The deadline for the next issue was approaching, and Jiashan went to a novelist's house to urge the manuscript, asking the writer to hand over the short stories he had agreed to as soon as possible.He returned to the company in the afternoon. There was a note on the table, which read: Illustrator Seitaro Motoki called to say that this illustration has been completed, one day earlier than the agreed date, and can be picked up at his studio this evening.So Jia Shan immediately called the illustrator and said that he would go over and get it immediately.After finishing the phone call, he ran out of the editorial office. Motoki's studio is located in a mixed residential and commercial building, about a 3-minute walk from Hachimanyama Station on the Keio Line.The building is more like an apartment than a building, about half of which are homes and the other half are offices.There is a bar named "Worry-free" in the basement. Benmu took him in for the first time two years ago. Since then, he has liked to enter this bar very much. Even if he is not looking for Benmu, he will come to visit it. It was past 5 o'clock, so the windows of the administrator's room were closed.A boy was jumping rope in the hall while the guards were away.This child was probably a first or second grade student, but he was very good at skipping rope. The rope made a "snap" sound on the floor of the hall, and the rhythm was consistent, which was quite pleasant. "The owner of the Worry-Free Bar once complained to me that you were in the same building, but you hadn't been there for a long time, and you neglected to greet me." "I have given up alcohol as prescribed by the doctor, because the liver function index remains high, and if I drink more yellow soup, I am afraid I will go into the coffin. There is still a bottle of foreign wine that I have stored before, how about you finish it for me?" Motoki and I stood at the door of his studio talking.He handed me a bag containing the original illustrations, then patted his round belly and said. "Ah, by the way, I'm about to go out, so I'll go on the road with you. Wait for me for a minute." When Motoki reappeared, he was wearing only a jacket.We took the elevator downstairs. The boy was still jumping rope in the hall. "Hey, how can you skip rope here? People come and go here, aren't you afraid of blocking other people's way? The park is nearby, so you can go there if you want to jump, okay?" Ben Mu immediately issued a warning without hesitation.Maybe it's an acquaintance, so the tone is very kind. When the boy heard it, he seemed a little angry, puffed his cheeks and said: "But, there is a strange sister in the park, I'm afraid." "Strange sister?" "Dress like a wacky doll and sit on a swing." "Funny doll?" Jia Shan couldn't help asking loudly.He was surprised that the child could use the word "funny and weird", but what surprised him even more was another thing, because he remembered the woman who looked like Ryoko that he had seen again and again these days. "She was wearing fluffy clothes, like a doll. There were a pair of red shoes on her feet..." Before the boy finished speaking, Jiashan ran out.The twilight outside was thick, and the surrounding area seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ink.The small park is next to the building, covering an area of about 20 square meters, with sparse trees and common children's play equipment.There was no one around, but the swing was still shaking slightly.Jiashan looked around. "what!" He saw a white figure, just across the hedge at the rear of the park, appearing to be getting into a car.He stared.That's right, the man's dress was exactly the same as the woman on the platform a few days ago. Jia Shan ran towards the man, and after only two or three steps, the man turned around.Jia Shan was shocked and gasped. "Liangzi..." The man's face was pale, and his expression could not be confirmed, but his facial features were roughly the same as what Jia Shan thought.The man also seemed to see Jia Shan's appearance, a smile appeared on his face, and white teeth could be seen between his cherry-colored lips.Jia Shan stood still in surprise, the man shrank back and got into the car.The car drove away immediately. "What's going on? I seem to have seen a lady dressed as a doll just now. Is she going to a masquerade ball? Or is she a lunatic? How can a normal person wear this on the street?" "It makes sense..." Jiashan perfunctory Benmu, who was chasing after him, was speechless again.He was trembling and cold all over.It happened three times... It's not a coincidence... Jia Shan hugged his arms and rubbed his arms with his palms, as if he wanted to rub off the goosebumps. From that day on, Jia Shan became paranoid, paranoid, and nervous.He himself found out.When going up the stairs at the station, if he saw a woman walking forward wearing red shoes, he would turn pale with fright, and quickly move his eyes up to see her whole body.If he saw a blue-purple dress in a shop window on the street, he would think that the woman was nearby, and quickly opened his eyes and looked around. To relieve his mood, he went to watch a baseball game.Unexpectedly, I saw the "Miss Doll" standing next to the entrance and exit of the opposite stand, but disappeared in the next moment... Not only that, what happened in the past few days reminded him of some past events.Several scenes resurfaced from the depths of memory.He found that "Miss Doll" seemed to have appeared by his side frequently since half a year ago, because he didn't pay attention to it at all at the time, so he forgot when he saw it.Every time he thought of this, he would feel confused, panicked, lost in mind, and lost his mind. I was full of worries, so I had to use wine to drown my worries. Jiashan came to the "Worry-free Bar" to drink, and it has been 10 days since he last came to take illustrations from Benmu.It was night.He once called Benmu and wanted to invite him to have a drink together, but there was only the voice of the answering machine on the phone, and it seemed that Benmu had gone back to his home. "Oh, life is impermanent, and things are unpredictable." Umezaki, owner of the construction company, told his colleague Kondo.They were all sitting on chairs at the bar. "I heard that he was already sick and in poor health. In order to save the transportation expenses to and from get off work, he rented a room above this building. He didn't expect to be killed here." "Yes, it's really unlucky to be killed." Umezaki agreed, and took a big gulp of shochu.His company is near here.He and Kondo share similar interests and talk about everything, so they often come here to drink and drink together.Jiashan knew both of them. "Alas, his death was extremely miserable, even his neck bones were broken." "Have you seen it with your own eyes?" "Yes, I rushed to the scene to watch as soon as I heard the police said that the man was killed. His neck has been completely turned around, and his head is already hanging on his shoulders." "Shenyi asked for leave and didn't go to work that day, right?" Shinichi...?Jiashan had never heard of this name before.He thought: Could it be that the person who was killed was called Shen Yi...? "That's right, all the people in the company were at the construction site in Chiba that day, and the manager and auntie were the only ones in the office." "That is to say, all personnel in your company have an alibi." "Even if there is no one, there is no one in the company who has a grudge against Shen Yi." "Then, it must have been done by a professional wrestler who has a grudge against Shen Yi." "Professional wrestler?" "That's right! It is said that no murder weapon was found at the scene, right? Although Shen Yi is skinny, he is a grown man after all. If he wanted to break his neck like that, how could he do it without a lot of strength? Therefore, if the murderer is not a professional wrestler, It's a sumo wrestler." "How did Shinichi know that kind of person?" "How long has he been in Tokyo?" "It's almost two years. He seems to be 25 years old this year." "Where is your hometown?" "In the northeast. There is Tazawa Lake in Akita Prefecture, you know? I heard that his hometown is near there." As soon as Jia Shan heard the word Tian Zehu, his whole body was shocked. Mei Qi saw it and asked: "Brother Jiashan, are you familiar with that area?" Jia Shan turned around slowly and said: "No, I just went there once on a business trip..." "Oh, what kind of place is that?" "A lonely lake in a remote village with few people. There is a statue of a woman by the lake, named Chen Ziji. It is said that in the past, this woman transformed into a dragon in order to stay young forever." "Eternal youth, hum! If you want to live forever, no matter you are a man or a woman, you have to become a dragon. Besides, when it comes to Shinichi's death, whoever broke his neck must escape from the elevator car , the question is how to escape. At that time, the elevator stopped between the third floor and the fourth floor, and the elevator door was closed." Seeing that Jia Shan had returned to the original topic, he quickly turned around and turned his back on them. "If you lift the floor of the elevator box, you can slide along the steel cable to the first floor." "It doesn't work. There are a lot of people on the first floor, and the door outside the elevator is closed. How do I open it?" "That's from the roof terrace." "This building has no roof terrace. Shenyi's room is on the seventh floor, which is the top floor. Looking inside the elevator, only the button on the first floor is on." "This means that the murderer wants to go down to the first floor." "The same is true for Shen Yi, but he was killed between the fourth and third floors." "Not necessarily. If you share the ride from the seventh floor, you may start from the other floor." "However, there is one strange thing. I heard from the police that a boy who was only in the first grade of elementary school got into the elevator at the same time as Shen Yi from the seventh floor." "Oh, then, did the little boy see the murderer?" "No. It is said that the boy and Shen Yi were the only ones entering the elevator on the seventh floor. The kid went out to find friends after sitting on the fourth floor, so Shen Yi should be the only one left in the elevator afterwards." "He's the only one left? Nonsense! At least there should be another strong man like a professional wrestler." "The kid said no." "How can the child's testimony be counted? Even if what is said is true, someone may press the button to open the door after the child goes out, slip into the elevator, and then break Shinichi's neck in an instant, then open the door to escape, and then the elevator broke down due to a malfunction." Parked between floors. How? Am I making sense?" "If it's just a broken neck bone, it's very possible. But the police said that Shen Yi had rope marks on his neck. In other words, the murderer tried to strangle him with a rope at first, but failed, so he put him in the same place. The neck bone was twisted. No rope was found in the elevator, and the murderer may have taken it away. If this is the case, it is impossible to complete these actions before the elevator door is closed." "What if Shen Yi died before entering the elevator? The murderer made the body stand against the wall of the elevator, then pressed the button to the first floor, and immediately walked out of the elevator. Originally, the elevator should only carry one corpse When I descended to the first floor, a child got into the elevator by chance. Since the child stood facing the elevator door immediately after entering, I didn’t notice whether Shen Yi was dead or alive. Could it be like this?” "This statement is very good, but it is a pity that it is not true. The little boy's family education is very strict. His mother has given him instructions that he should salute and say hello whenever he meets people, no matter in the corridor or in the elevator. He has been practicing for many years and is well-trained. I heard that the child did greet Shen Yi at that time, and although Shen Yi didn't answer, he smiled back!" "Then my argument is invalid. From this point of view, the boy must have made a mistake. He is only in the first grade of elementary school. I don't think he can even figure out the correct date, right? He must have misremembered the date." "No! It was indeed the right day. Shen Yi's attire can be described as extremely strange, extremely weird. Even if he is a child, he should not remember it wrong." "Well, it makes sense." "Even I can't forget it. I can still vividly remember it. It will appear in my dreams at night! Dressed like a French doll, purple clothes and red shoes, blue eyes, holding a white umbrella..." "Wait!" Jia Shan couldn't help interjecting. "The Shenyi you mentioned just now is a man, right? How can a big man dress like this?" "What to wear is the freedom of others." "Brother Jiashan, you don't know. I heard from the police that they found a lot of these clothes from Shenyi's room!" "It is said that it was stuffed in the closet. I can only think that he has a penchant for cutting off his sleeves.--I tell you, don't tell anyone. I also heard that the police found a male penis in a drawer in his room." The cufflinks are wrapped in a silk scarf, which looks like an important item. The police asked me if I had seen it, and I said no. You see, we usually wear work clothes, so how can there be cufflinks? It’s just..." "Just how?" "It's nothing, but I seem to have a little impression. Those are turtle shell cufflinks. The style is very ordinary and nothing special. I seem to have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it." "From this point of view, Shen Yi's partner might live near here!" At this time, Jiashan interjected again: "Is this Shinichi you're talking about living here by himself? Maybe he lives with his sister and borrows it to dress up for a masquerade party or something. Is that the case?" "No, he should live alone. His resume also says 'there is only two elders in the family, living in his hometown in the countryside'... wait a minute, I think of it, he may be with his girlfriend... Hey, Boss, do you think he has a girlfriend?" Meizaki asked.The store owner said with a smile on his face: "Well... I don't think so. Although Sasamoto-san seldom visits our store and only comes once in a long time, I can tell that no girls have taken a fancy to him, and he doesn't like any girls." "Sasamoto...sir?" "Yes, his name is Shinichi Sasamoto." Umezaki spoke clearly. Ryoko Sasamoto... Doll... Shinichi Sasamoto... Jia Shan only felt horrified and trembling all over, and then became dizzy and dizzy again and again. That feeling was different from being drunk. Jiashan drank too much and had a heavy head the next day due to a hangover, but still managed to go to work. However, when he thought of that Sasamoto Shinichi who died in a strange way, he felt restless, distraught, unable to work, and didn't even want to answer the phone. "Mr. Jiashan, everyone is busy now, if you make such a joke again, people will be angry!" This afternoon, Junko Tanaka frowned, and threw a paper bag on the Jiashan table, as if seeing something disgusting. Jia Shan, who seemed to have collapsed and rested his chin on the table, was startled when he heard these words, and raised his head. "It was also typed on a computer and said: 'I forgot to attach the end of the last article, and I am reposting it now, please forgive me.' You know that if you do this, you will be eliminated? Thanks to your 10 Years of editing! What a waste of time!" The back of the paper bag that Junko threw over still had "Kayama Morihiko" written on it, which was also typed out by the computer. "And specially asked someone to send it to the counter to send and receive! You are really serious, just bring it here and it will be closed?" Jia Shan was already in a cold sweat from fright, as if waking up from a dream, he hastily pulled out the manuscript to watch.Only 3 sheets of manuscript paper were used this time.
--it's over. I sighed and calmed down.Exhausted, he had to sit next to Ryoko's body.I began to think about what to do next, and my mind was spinning like a whirlpool. It is not difficult to move the body, because this is a motel, and the car is parked at the door of the room. I wrapped the body in a sheet, made sure no one was around, and stuffed it into the trunk.The days are short and the nights are long in winter in the northern country. At this time, the night outside is already low and dark. I have thought of a suitable burial place.There is a small temple near the peak of the mountain behind this town.There was a famine here in ancient times, and many children died of starvation. This temple was built to worship these children.Outside the temple, there are many headless stone statues of Jizo, which are so eerie that even the locals dare not approach them.If the body is buried behind this temple, it will be absolutely invisible. I drove along the national highway, and on the way I bought a shovel at a hardware store and a pair of boots at a shoe store.After nightfall, the temperature dropped sharply and the snowflakes began to fall. The snow on the mountain road is very deep, and it is extremely difficult to carry the corpse up the mountain, but I dare not stop to rest.Because if I go home too late, I'm afraid my wife will get suspicious. It was hard to reach the small temple.I temporarily put the body in the temple, ran back to the foot of the mountain to get a shovel, and then went up the mountain again to the open space behind the small temple.I poked the ground with a shovel and found that the soil was softer than I thought, so I dug desperately.It took about 30 minutes to dig a hole, just enough to bury one person. I quickly buried Ryoko's body in the cave, and covered it with mud and snow. After returning to the foot of the mountain, I was sweating profusely.I wiped my sweat on the sleeve of my shirt as I sat in the driver's seat.At this moment, the left eye glimpsed a red object. I stared at the thing in astonishment.It was a red high-heeled shoe, one of the two shoes Ryoko wore on her feet today. Several thoughts flashed through my mind, should I throw it away or burn it? Each is dangerous.In the end, I judged that it would be safest to bury the corpse together. I stuffed the shoe into my pocket, went up the hill, came to the burial place, and dug the earth with both hands.The shovel has also been buried in the soil, so I have to dig with bare hands.This time just dig 30 cm deep.挖好后，就放入高跟鞋，复上泥土，恢复原状。 大雪纷飞，漫天寒气。照这情形看来，再过不了1小时，我的滔天罪行便将完美地埋于这皑皑白雪之下了。 (Finish)
佳山守彦坐在火车内，额头靠在车窗上，深深叹了一口气。火车行驶在铁路支线上，这条路线可通往他的故乡。 10年前，他带着妻子和两个小孩搭火车上京，也是走这条路线，只不过方向相反。那时候，他还以为这辈子再也不会回来了。 当时其父为诈欺集团所骗，事业毁于一旦，所经营的和服店拱手让人。对方是黑道流氓，威胁他们立刻迁走，早日将住宅和商店交出来，不得拖延。结果一家离散，各分东西。佳山带着妻儿上京谋生。他有不少大学同学住在东京，其中一人帮他找到了现在这个工作。 佳山决定与凉子断绝往来，不再联络。即使没有被迫搬离家园，他也打算要在最近和凉子分手。由于凉子不久前曾说出要他和妻子离婚、和她长相厮守的话，给了他很大的精神压力，而且近来他对凉子的兴趣也已急遽减低，因此不想再与之纠缠不清。他认为自己已经是一穷二白，凉子应该也不会再理他了。就这样失去联络。他曾经听说凉子辞去了酒家的工作，至于后来凉子过着怎样的生活，因他住在东京，既无从得知，也不想过问。他已将凉子视同陌路，忘得一干二净了。 所以，当他瞧见凉子身影出现在月台上时，才会大吃一惊，有如晴天霹雳。后来那身影又陆续在公园、街上等地出现……。 接着就是那份小说原稿，然后又在“无忧酒吧”听见一名为笹本慎一者离奇死亡的消息。 笹本凉子……笹本慎一。当然这也可能完全是巧合。姓笹本的虽不多，但东京地广人稠，若说是偶然巧合，也不无可能。然而佳山仍很在意，因凉子确实有个弟弟，她卖身陪酒便是为了体弱多病的弟弟。 还有那份寄到公司来的稿件。那当然不是佳山的创作，不，甚至连创作都称不上。文中的“佳山”正是10年前的佳山，“凉子”也就是10年前的凉子。但全文仅前半部与事实相符，后半部那些杀人场面全是胡诌的，佳山当然没有杀死凉子。不过那内容倒是描写得相当生动逼真。 看来非确认凉子和自己分手后的情形不可。最近一连串的遭遇使他寝食难安，他觉得若不查清楚，就会危险加身，大祸临头，于是下定决心，搭上火车前往目的地一探究竟。 他在湖畔的火车站下了车。此时已是黄昏，夕阳正拖着暗红色的长尾巴坠入西山。他从车站走向目的地。他在此町住到将近30岁才搬走，记忆仍很深刻，所以很快就找到了凉子的老家。那是一栋木造平房，门口的名牌上以墨书写着“笹本”两字。旁挂一牌，上书“忌中”。由此牌可知这户人家有丧事。 一名老妪出来应门。她看来已年近70，身穿丧服，埋在皱纹中的双眼又红又肿，像是哭泣造成的。佳山暗忖：来得真不是时候。但已骑虎难下，只好硬着头皮问： “请问这里有没有一位笹本凉子小姐？” 老妪双颊肌肉一紧，说道： “没有，凉子已经……” “出嫁了是吗？” "No." “那么，是不是外出工作去了——？” "no." 看来其母的口风紧得很，于是佳山说出事先想好的台词。 “我是凉子小姐的高中同学，要来通知她参加同学会的。已经10年没开同学会了，所以希望能和她取得联系。” “啊，你有所不知——” "Appreciate further details." “凉子从10年前就已不在这里了。” 口气很冷淡。 “10年前？” “是的。10年前，一个大雪纷飞的晚上，她突然消失了，后来也音讯全无，下落不明。老身早已死心，就当她已不在人世，魂归乐土了。” “已然永绝人间了吗……” “老身原本未死心，朝夕等待她归来，谁知天不从人愿，茹苦含辛已10年，如今慎一也过世，是谁造孽是何因……” 佳山心想：不出所料，在电梯中离奇死亡的那个笹本慎一，果然是凉子之弟没错。 “真对不起，我高中一毕业就搬到东京去了，所以对此事一无所知，多有冒犯，敬请原谅。那么，就此告辞了。” 佳山想要趁早溜走，以免露出马脚，不料老妪出言挽留。 “你不远千里而来，真是辛苦，请入内奉茶。方才也有几位客人，才刚走呢。” 佳山暗忖：若坚拒不从，反易招惹怀疑。于是脱鞋入内，只见屋内宽敞，旁设一简单之祭坛，上有一遗照及一骨灰坛。那遗照上的人大概就是慎一了，骨灰坛内应该也就是刚火化完的慎一遗骨。老妪带领佳山，沿着屋檐下的走廊走至一独栋厢房前。 “昔日小女即在此房学做洋裁，缝缝补补的。这次事出突然，虽无暇整理收拾，还是勉强用接待访客……脏乱不堪，请你海涵。来，请进。” 佳山一脚踏入房内，不由得眼睛一亮。屋中摆设五彩缤纷。墙上吊满粉红色、黄色等五颜六色的衣裙，都是以薄纱细丝缝制而成，艳光四射，千姿百态。 “以前凉子有空就在这里缝衣制裙，好像是出于兴趣，并无特别目的。这种洋装穿起来就像玩偶，或许她是待嫁女儿心吧！” 老妪伸手抚摸那些衣裳，似乎珍爱至极。 佳山险些大叫，但他拼命忍耐。 “那、那令郎是不是曾从这里拿走……” “这……只知道有几件不见了，不过这种事也用不着报警……，原来如此，有可能是慎一拿走了，是吗？” “是何时遗失的？” “快两年了吧！” “两年前……” 佳山感到一阵晕眩。他成为“无忧酒吧”的常窖，就是在两年前。 老妪奉上香茗，佳山一饮而尽，随即告辞离去。老妪亦未再挽留。 佳山在门口穿好鞋子，迅速往山上走去。那篇稿子上写的后山小庙并非虚构，佳山记得自己小时候常去那边玩。 走到那小庙时，天色已全暗，四周一片漆黑，伸手不见五指。他摸黑绕到庙后，蹲下来按按泥土，发现地面潮湿，便从旅行袋中拿出小铁锹和手电筒，开始掘土。他事先已料到可能会派上用场，所以准备了这些工具。 因土松泥软，以园艺用的小铁锹也能挖掘，并不费力。 挖了大约20分钟后，土中露出白色物体。他猛然一惊，抛开小铁锹，直接用手刨。那是白骨，从大小看，可能是手指的骨头。他用手拼命挖。白色碎片愈来愈多，不久就要露出全貌。 此时附近傅来竹叶摩擦声，他转头望去，只见那边有手电筒的光线闪烁不定。 ——有人在看！ 他惊出一身冷汗。 慌忙将洞填好，恢复原状。心想：我真正的身份，此町民众应无人知晓。我还是趁早离去，回到东京，混入茫茫人海中，方为上策。 佳山把铁锹和手电筒收入旅行袋中，一口气跑到山脚下。他暗付：今后绝不再踏入此町一步。 这班特快列车的非对号车厢中乘客相当多。佳山跳上车后，找了一个位子坐下来，边叹气边靠向椅背。车窗外一片黑暗。 到目前为止，已经发生了不少怪事。他很想推敲出这些事的真相，却始终办下到。 凉子已于10年前失踪，而且说不定已名登鬼筱，身化异物。若真的已经人化南柯，那么出现在佳山周围的“洋娃娃小姐”就不是凉子了。那篇寄来应征新人奖的小说，写的是“佳山杀死凉子”的过程，然而文中的“埋尸地点”居然真的埋有凉子的尸体，不，这点尚不能确定，那些白骨不知是不是凉子的……。 另一方面，凉子之弟慎一打扮成法国玩偶的样子，惨死于电梯中。如此看来，那个神出鬼没的“洋娃娃小姐”或许就是慎一装扮的，但这是为了什么呢……还有，到底是谁下毒手杀死慎一呢？ 此时佳山又想起那天晚上在酒吧听到的对话。那时候，梅崎和近藤针对瞋一之死而展开了一些推理： “我认为，欲破此案，最好先查出那袖扣之主是何人。” “你是说，凶手定是和慎一有暧昧关系的人，对不对？唔，这倒也不无可能。” “不是这个意思。我是认为，慎一是因遭那袖扣之主所抛弃，万念俱灰而自杀的。” "suicide?" “不错！当时只有瞋一和男童从七楼进电梯，那男童往四楼出去，接着电梯就因故障而停在楼层之间。也就是说，其间绝无凶手可乘之机。如此一来，除自戕之外便别无可能。” “我不信！一个人怎能扭断自己的颈骨呢？” “如果一头往电梯角落的地板撞去，力量大些，脖子就有可能扭断。” “那样的话，头发必定会乱掉，而且会沾到灰尘。但慎一的假发十分整洁，并无碰撞痕迹。再说他脖子上的索痕要如何解释？电梯内不是找不到任何绳索吗？” “我看，他一定是先在房内上吊，却没吊死，随后进入电梯，用了某种方法弄断自己的脖子。” “自己弄断？那太难了吧，依我看，此案必有一关键性的盲点。” "Appreciate further details." “在七楼进电梯的，只有慎一和那小孩两个人，当时慎一还活着。后来电梯卡在四楼和三楼之间，打开门后，发现慎一已经死亡。由此可见，只有一人可能是凶手。” “究竟是谁——？” “再怎么无法理解，也只有这个可能。凶手就是那个和慎一共乘电梯的小鬼！” “那么小的孩子怎能扭断大人的头骨呀？” 对了，袖扣……？ 佳山想起来了。有一次，他喝得酩酊大醉，把袖扣弄去了。此事因时隔太久，他早巳忘怀，现在才又记起来，那袖扣是朋友送的，又非名贵之物，故早已忘记。那确是鼈甲所制没错。如今回想推敲，遗失的地点好像就是“无忧酒吧”。但是，笹本慎一为何要将此物慎重其事收藏保存呢？ 佳山愈想愈糊涂。他觉得再想下去，头非爆掉下可，于是从皮包中拿出小瓶威士忌，一吞就是一大口。 次日——。 佳山浑身乏力，疲惫不堪，拖着沉重的脚步到公司上班。到下午快下班时，有两名刑警登门造访。柜台的收发人员以诧异的声音通知佳山出去会客。佳山一走进一楼会客室，那两名看似乡巴佬的刑警立刻起身招呼。 “我们是从秋田来的，才刚刚到。” 对方操东北口音。佳山一听，魂飞魄散，但表面上仍不动声色，面无表情，往沙发上一坐，说道： “从秋田远道而来呀？不知有何贵干？” 刑警不答，只是紧盯着他。 “呃，两位要是不说来意，那……” “你是真不明白还是假不明白？” 刑警说着，露出纯朴的笑容，一双鼠目不住打量他，似乎故意要让他心浮气躁。 “什么明白不明白的，我哪知道？我现在很忙，可没空陪两位……” “你昨天到秋田去了，对不对？” “咦？没、没有啊！” “哦，那你昨天上哪儿去了？” “昨天？昨天我请假在家，看了一整天的书。我们当编辑的，必须把自己负责的那几位作家所写的新作品读通才行。有些作家一个月能写一本书，所以我……” “我们事先已打电话查过，证实你昨天的确请假没上班。这是贵公司一位小姐告诉我们的。但是，有谁能证明你昨天确实整天都在家？” “我真的一步也没踏出家门呀！不过没有人能证明。” 佳山已于5年前离婚，两名小孩也归妻子抚养，如今是孤家寡人一个。 “一步也没有？那就怪了。贵公司那位小姐说，有位大牌作家来电表示要找你谈截稿日之事，因此她拨电话到你家，但铃声响了很久却无人接听。这你怎么解释？” 佳山想：这准是田中润子说的，那多嘴婆唯一的长处就是伶牙俐齿爱说话。 “那、那时候，我大概是去附近吃饭，所以不在。” “出去吃饭？几点的时候？” “这、这岂不是在调查我有没有不在场证明？为什么要这样对待我？你们若说不出个理由来。就是侵害人权！那些问题我没有义务回答！” 刑警又闭口不言，像刚才那样凝视着佳山。片刻后，另一名刑警靠过来，两人窃窃私语，然后原先那刑警从上衣口袋中掏出一封书信，摆在佳山而前。 “请你看看这封信。” 刑警说着，眉头微皱，目射寒芒。 “这是什么东西？我为什么要看？” “里面提到你的大名，所以你非看小可！” 佳山那拒绝的姿态被刑警一举击溃。 因为此时若再坚持不看，反而显得很不自然。 佳山接过信，只见上面用蓝墨水写着“遗书”两字。他努力压制紧张的心情，以免手指颤抖起来，然后展信阅读。 “你的手为什么抖得那么厉害？” 刑警的声音让佳山回过神来。 “这、这跟我有什么关系？” “慎一之母作证说，你昨天曾去过她家。正如这遗书所写的，你终于在那边露面了。于是老太太暗中尾随在你后面，发现你在一个地方掘土挖洞，便用手电筒照过去，只见洞中有类似人骨的白色物体。你发觉有人在看，便落荒而逃。我们接获报案后，今天一大早派鉴识人员去现场挖掘。结果挖出一具女性骸骨，估计已死去10年左右。埋在同处的红色高跟鞋，已由老太太确认是笹本凉子失踪当天所穿的鞋子。因此我们便搭乘下午的列车赶来找你。” “那不是我！我没到过那个地方！” “你进了笹本家，慎一之母还亲自奉上香茗。我们已采集了那茶杯上的指纹，一对照便知分晓。” 刑警的语气愈来愈强硬。佳山用力摇头道： “好吧，我承认去过，但我绝对没有把凉子埋在那个地方。对丁！那是圈套！我中计了！” 不知不觉中变成像在诉苦的样子，此时佳山已从慌乱中清醒过来。 "trap?" “不错！我会到那边去，全是为了一篇寄来应征新人奖的稿件。那篇作品里面说我把凉子埋在那个地点，因为女主角和我10年前的女朋友同名同姓，情节又写得非常逼真，所以我想：也许她真的如文中所写的那样，遭杀害后弃尸于那个地点。愈想愈揪心，坐立难安睡不宁，因此昨天才前往那地方查看，结果发现那边居然真的有白骨……所以才吓得逃回来。” “应征新人奖的稿件？” “是呀！就在我这儿，你们看过后就会相信那绝对是人家设好的圈套。请稍等，我去拿来。” 刑警从纸袋中抽出那两篇稿子，读完之后又放回去并卷好，然后笑着说： “两篇都是电脑打字的，你会用电脑来打字吗？” “咦？我是文艺杂志的编辑，当然会……” “很好。再看看这篇作品后面写的应征者姓名、年龄、住址，那不就是你吗？我的意思是说，这分明就是你写的，对不对？” “不对！是有人冒用我的姓名来应征的。” “有人？那是谁？” “还会有谁？铁定是慎一呀！他设计陷害我……对了！凉子一定是他杀死的！只有凶手才晓得埋尸地点！” “你所言甚是。佳山先生，你最清楚埋尸地点何在。你一定认为，事情都已过了10年之久，可以高枕无忧了，所以就写了这篇小说来开开玩笑，犯罪者好像都有一种克制不住的冲动，很想向别人倾吐自己的罪行。你当然会故意写成低水准的杀人剧，好让作品遭淘汰。如果同事看了以后说'这篇小说一点现实感也没有'，那你说不定会在心里偷笑吧？你的目的就是要测试一下世人的反应。另外一点，慎一的遗书是用手写的，这两篇稿子却是用电脑打的，要说这些全都是出自慎一之手，实在令人难以置信。何况这封遗书中完全没有提到写了小说寄来给你这件事，只说其姊定是被抛弃在”某处“。这两篇小说到底是你写的还是慎一写的，用客观的标准来判断的话，结论一定会说是你写的。” “简直胡说八道……” “慎一穿上洋娃娃的衣服，男扮女装在你身边晃来晃来，你一定看过好几次对不对？” “真不敢相信……那竟然是慎一男扮女装……” “哈，由此可知，虽然尚无法确定那人是否慎一所乔装，但你必定见过一个打扮成洋娃娃的人在周遭出现。可见遗书中所言不假，慎一的确是那么做了。” 啊，你看这纸袋上盖的章，这是贵公刊的收件戳印，日期是前天，也就是说这稿子是昨天送来的。那就怪了，慎一已于10天前遇害身亡，已死的人怎会自己送稿件过来呢？ 佳山感到背脊发凉，毛骨悚然。他觉得自己已掉入一个巨人的陷阱，百口莫辩，无力回天。那是一个以慎一之死为赌注的陷阱……是死者的诅咒……是玩偶的诅咒…… “请你以案件参考人的身份跟我们回去！” 刑警那冷酷的声音已刺进佳山心中。 一件由好几层蝉翼纱制成的淡紫色洋装，一双红色珐琅舞鞋。这套洋娃娃般的衣鞋挂在墙上，慎一赤身露体面对这套服装。这是其姊凉子亲手缝制的众多衣裳中的一件。慎一考进现在这家公司后，曾回故乡一趟，那时他偷偷把这套衣裙带了出来。 “姊姊，我已尽己所能了。新人奖的截稿日即将到来，我已经把稿子寄出去了。里面写的是你和他之间的事，用的是他的名义。当编辑的本身投稿应征自己公司的新人奖，实在很不寻常。无论最初是谁看见这篇稿子，最后应该都会交到那家伙手中吧？他也一定
The huge "doll" was discovered at dusk during the rainy season.At that time, it was drizzling, and there was a looming heat in the rain. The first person to find out was an employee of an elevator maintenance company.He received a call from the building administrator and heard that an elevator was broken and stopped between the third and fourth floors, so he rushed to check it immediately. It seemed that there was no foreign object caught between the elevator and the wall, so I lowered the elevator to the first floor, opened the door, and found a "doll" sitting on the ground with its feet spread out inside. The "doll" was wearing a lavender dress, resembling a French doll in appearance.The dress was made of several layers of organdy, which looked light and airy. The "doll" wears red enamel dancing shoes, wears a light gray-yellow ribbon on her long hair, and holds a white lace umbrella in her hand. Her body is facing outwards, but her face is facing inwards. She cannot see her facial features. The angle is strange, like a neck It looks broken. On the first floor, several people stopped to watch, all of them were female employees working in this building, and housewives who wanted to go home after shopping.They kept staring at the elevator, as if wondering what was going on. The elevator maintenance man muttered something, and said, "Is it someone's lost item?" At the same time, he walked into the elevator, put his hand on the "doll"'s head, and twisted it slightly.When the face of the "doll" turned around, all the surrounding women screamed in unison. The lips of the "doll" were painted with light cherry-colored lipstick, his face was pale, his facial features were distorted, and his expression seemed to be in extreme pain.There are contact lenses on the pupils, so they are blue, but the eyeballs are protruding, and the white part of the eyes is covered with bloodshot eyes, which is extremely scary. So far, everyone has seen it.It was not a "doll," but a human being, and a dead man at that, dressed in the clothes of a French doll.The women who came to watch one after another screamed again, and the entire hall was swallowed up by the screaming flood. Morihiko Kayama, the editor of the literary magazine, clicked his tongue lightly because he found that his trousers were wet.He saw a woman standing nearby holding an umbrella, and water dripped from the tip of the umbrella, just dripping on his trousers. Going to and from get off work during the rainy season is already very uncomfortable, and sometimes you will encounter some unpleasant things. Living in a big city, these things are unavoidable and there is nothing you can do about it, but this time he was angry.It would be fine if the other party apologized, but this woman didn't express anything this morning.She seemed to have noticed her behavior, but she just glanced at Jia Shan, without changing her posture at all, as if she took it for granted. The woman disembarked midway and crowded towards the platform with other passengers.Jiashan held the ring in his hand, let out a long sigh, and breathed a sigh of relief.At this moment, he noticed that the woman looked at him from the platform with her eyes wide open. At this moment, Jiashan felt a chill down his back, as if being drenched by a winter shower. ——Is it Ryoko? At first I wanted to call out this almost forgotten name, but before I could say it, the woman disappeared from Jiashan's sight. The tram moves.The number of passengers in the car was greatly reduced, and the air-conditioning became very cold.Among the passengers, Jiashan was the only one who was sweating profusely, even the tip of his nose was covered with beads of sweat. ——Why did she appear here?Maybe I got the wrong person?But that outfit…. The woman was clearly standing on the platform and staring at this side.Although it was only for a moment, that figure was deeply imprinted in Jia Shan's eyes. Purple clothes and red shoes, waist-high dark clouds, a white lace parasol in hand... The incident from three days ago suddenly resurfaced in his mind. On that day, Jiashan went to the private house of a solid writer to negotiate and negotiate.Halfway through the chat, the food and wine were brought out.He was too drunk to say goodbye and leave.Just as he crossed the alley and came to a wider intersection, a woman came out from the left corner.She was dressed exactly the same as the woman just now. Under the light of the street lamp, her dress looked whiter.She stopped in the middle of the crossroads, turned the parasol on her shoulders a few times, and then smiled at Jiashan.Jia Shan was taken aback and stopped to watch.The woman turned immediately, walked to the right, and disappeared around the corner. At that time, because the woman turned her back to the street lamp, she couldn't see her face clearly.Because there was a church nearby, Jiashan thought it was a bride who ran out in a wedding dress.But now that I think about it, could it be that person is also... Jia Shan shook his head frequently, as if trying to shake the sweat off his face. He thought to himself, it should not be "that woman".She should not appear in these places now.Neither at that crossroads, nor likely to run to the express station platform.He takes this bus every morning to go to work... No!Whether it's a station, an intersection, or anywhere, if "that woman" shows up, it's going to be troublesome, because—— "That woman" is Liangzi, the woman who was abandoned in the countryside by Jiashan before. Jiashan came to the company.The manuscripts on the table have piled up like a mountain, and those are all manuscripts to apply for the novel newcomer award.The deadline for submission was last month, and it is still in the stage of selection and elimination. "Mr. Jiashan, you are so bold!" Tanaka Junko sitting next to him said to him. "I wrote a novel to apply for it, and I didn't say a word, it's true." After speaking, throw a copy of the original manuscript together with the envelope. Jia Shan was puzzled, tilted his neck and turned the envelope over to see that it really read "Author: Morihiko Kayama".That is the font typed by the computer. "It's not that it's not good-looking, but the number of words is too small, and the title is incomprehensible." Jia Shan had no impression, and hurriedly took out the manuscript to read.It was typed out with a computer, with more than ten pages in total, bound with red thread.
I met Ryoko Sasamoto 12 years ago, when my wife was pregnant with her second child.I am only in my 20s, but I already work as the vice president of the kimono shop run by my father.I work and work hard.Every day after Jin Wuxi falls, I go to the bustling street to drink and have fun, which is very serious.I will sell kimonos to those bar girls in the name of business, but the profits I make are far less than my cost of getting drunk and having fun!For some reason, women's kimonos have no appeal at all to me.Not only that, but for women who love to wear kimonos, I even feel extremely disgusted, almost to the point of hatred. Now I can tell you why I hate kimonos, and that's this: I don't trust women who don't wear panties at all.When I was young, I once peeped at the process of my mother Hongxing's affair - the man was a young shopkeeper, he lifted up the hem of my mother's kimono in a wild way, and immediately exposed the white jade legs that bullied Shuang Saixue, I don't know what shame is—.That kind of easy fishing can instantly turn a good wife and mother into a lustful slut and child.Kimonos are the kind of thing that I absolutely cannot forgive. Conversely, what I appreciate most is the kind of western skirt that is wrapped in layers.The organdy skirt is very cute, and no matter how much you lift it, you can't touch the disgusting part.The dolls in the glass cases of the toy store wore such dresses.So I started looking for a girl who would wear this kind of dress, and I wanted to pursue this kind of object. I met Ryoko in a small hotel.I have a wine and meat friend who is the young master of a building materials company, and he took me to that hotel. When I first met Ryoko, when I saw her face for the first time, I felt as if my cheeks were stuck to ice.It was still early spring at that time, and the heating was still on in the store, but it seemed that a layer of icy air was covering her body. Liangzi and the young master of the building materials business seem to have known each other for a long time, and they talk and behave very intimately with each other.The two sides rubbed their ears and temples together, skin to skin, and hands up and down, you come and go.Ryoko also groaned delicately, unscrupulously.During that time, Ryoko never gave me any glances.But when my friend got up to go to the bathroom, Ryoko took the opportunity to wink at me.Although it was fleeting, like a fleeting moment, I could feel that she was a gift from Chunshan and affectionate from Qiushui.At that moment, my heart was beating wildly, my chest was shaking violently, and my forehead was burning like fire. That's her!I thought so at the time. Ryoko is the girl I want, the ideal woman I have been looking for after spending countless fortunes. The "deep" relationship with Ryoko happened on a midsummer night when it was pouring rain. A white parasol acts as a matchmaker. Doing that kind of thing with girls is mostly caused by small incidents.Ryoko's situation is no exception. "It's raining so hard, I can't go back." As she spoke, she picked up the parasol that was placed in the corner of the bar and spun it around. "Just take a taxi." I said. "No, that would be too wasteful." Later I found out: Liangzi went to the sea to accompany her drinking and laughing, all in order to raise money for her brother as the operation fee.Her younger brother suffered from congenital kidney disease and had to undergo a surgery to replace the kidney, but he had no money.Although she has been going to the hospital for kidney dialysis regularly, the doctor said that it is impossible to continue like this. Sooner or later, she will have to undergo a kidney transplant operation, otherwise her life will be lost. "Or I'll take you back home." Now that I think about it, if Ryoko had brought an umbrella instead of a parasol, we might not have had a physical relationship for two years. After getting on the taxi, Ryoko immediately leaned her cheeks against my arm, said "so sleepy", and closed her eyes.In fact, it should be half asleep and half awake.I felt her tender body pressing towards me all the time, and my sanity finally collapsed completely.I saw the neon sign of the hotel, so I asked the driver to drive over and get off there.I dragged and hugged, and helped Liangzi into the room.She nestled in my arms, opened her mouth lightly, and opened her beautiful eyes slightly, but she didn't resist at all, allowing me to pity her. Ryoko looks dignified, holy and refined, and even makes people feel cold and inviolable, but she is actually a woman with a strong personality.I thought: Maybe it was because of this that she obediently accepted my request? My request was this: to put her in that costume, dress her up like a doll, and let me ravage her. For this kind of thing, I have prepared a lot of petticoats long ago.I told her to put it all on, and put on a lavender tulle skirt on the outside.Then she tied a grayish-yellow ribbon around her long hair, and made her wear blue contact lenses.As a result, Liangzi, who was originally as white as jade and as beautiful as a flower, immediately turned into a "doll" who just escaped from the window of a toy store. As soon as I saw her like this, I immediately felt a violent hot current gushing out of my body, which made my blood rush and I couldn't control myself.That's a feeling I've never had before.I swooped in, clawed at her, ripped her skirt, ripped her briefs.However, Liangzi didn't change her face, she was at my mercy and allowed me to do anything. Thinking about it now, she dared to cooperate because she also had such a need.But I thought again: Not to mention her, even ordinary women will have this kind of desire hidden in their hearts, right?The difference between the two lies in whether or not they are put into action.Conversely, any man must have the wish and desire to "let the perfect girl be destroyed in my hands", right? However in the end I failed.I was defeated on the point of "I only know the intensity of Liangzi's desire, but not how jealous she is". Two years have passed since I shared a secret time with Ryoko. Tomorrow is my 25th birthday.I rented a car and came to M City with Ryoko.It was severe winter at that time, but the air pressure changed in two or three days, and the climate became milder and not so cold.I was going to buy a suit or a bag for my birthday, but Ryoko stopped in front of a large real estate company. "Shouldn't we have our own castle too?" When I heard this, I panicked and panicked.Ryoko looked into my eyes and exhorted again: "Buy me a suite! That way, we won't have to sneak around to a hotel for a tryst. Well, besides, you can move in with me." "—Let's go!" "Why? Don't...I don't want to!" She shook off my hand, paused, twisted her waist, and burst into tears, like a 3-year-old child. That day was Sunday, and there were many pedestrians nearby, and they all turned their attention to Ryoko and me at the same time. "Well, as you like. We'll talk elsewhere." I have to say these words to prevaricate.Ryoko just stopped crying. — not good. I already understand: it's time to cut off the relationship.Of course I'm still infatuated with her body, but I can't sacrifice my family for her.I don't have the courage. In the hotel, I originally wanted to ask for a separation between Lao and Yan, but unexpectedly, Liang Zi, who was as careful as a hair, had already understood the situation, and before I could speak, he immediately robbed me: "It's so useless! Coward! Everything depends on your wife's face. Do you dare to ask her to dress up as a doll and lie there obediently for you to do? Tell me! Do you have the guts?" I lay on my back on the bed.Standing naked, with her feet straddling the sides of my neck, she looked gigantic, with pomegranate-colored flesh looming between her pink, crooked hips. I rolled over on my side and smiled weakly.It turned out to be fuel to the fire. "Laughing at me again! You laugh at me every time with your wife, and laugh at me for being a silly girl while doing business, right? You always imagine me as your wife! Your eyes are fixed on my body, but you are thinking she!" After finishing speaking, he sat down on my chest, wept loudly, and slapped my cheek fiercely with those green jade fingers. I grabbed her wrist and said: "No matter how you say it, we are husband and wife after all!" Liang Zixiang was startled, and looked at me with an expression of extreme astonishment, that pink face looked like an ignorant little girl. "How dare you say such a thing!" She shook off my hand vigorously and went into the bathroom.A moment later, she returned with a bathrobe strap. "Die with me!" "Want to die for love? Don't be stupid. If you talk nonsense again, I won't be with you." My tone seemed to be joking, but I really thought so in my heart.If you can break up with her just because of this, that would be a blessing in heaven, extremely lucky.I got out of bed and wanted to go to the bathroom, but she knocked me down hard. "I hate you! I'm going to kill you and kill myself!" She straddled me and wrapped the sash around my neck. — Really want my life? Her face was pale, her face had changed color, her brows were piercing and ferocious, her eyes were vicious, and she had obviously lost her mind. I thought to myself: If I don't kill her, I will die at his hands. I tried my best to untie my belt, slapped her several times, and crushed her to death.She showed a flustered and anxious look, struggling desperately under my crotch.That pained expression gave me an impulse. I wrapped the straps around her pink neck and poked my cock in her pussy at the same time.After the insertion, she immediately became amiable, coquettish and weak, as if she was in a celestial state, and she was extremely comfortable. I was a little hesitant, but I continued to exert force and slowly tightened the belt.I pulled it tighter and tighter, but Liangzi didn't show any discomfort, but seemed to want to die.When she reached the climax, a pink light flashed on her smooth and crystal cheeks and dimples, as if on fire.At that moment, I ejaculated all on her myself.
This novel ends here, with a beginning and no end. Jia Shan was in a cold sweat.What the hell is going on here?Three nights ago, he saw the woman at the intersection, and today he saw her standing on the platform again.And this novel... The encounter between him and Ryoko and the ups and downs are all written vividly, just like what happened 10 years ago.Only he and Ryoko knew about that secret ceremony...how could this be? "Mr. Jiashan, why do you get goose bumps? Do you get goose bumps after reading your own works?" Tanaka Junko walked past him while making sarcastic remarks. The deadline for the next issue was approaching, and Jiashan went to a novelist's house to urge the manuscript, asking the writer to hand over the short stories he had agreed to as soon as possible.He returned to the company in the afternoon. There was a note on the table, which read: Illustrator Seitaro Motoki called to say that this illustration has been completed, one day earlier than the agreed date, and can be picked up at his studio this evening.So Jia Shan immediately called the illustrator and said that he would go over and get it immediately.After finishing the phone call, he ran out of the editorial office. Motoki's studio is located in a mixed residential and commercial building, about a 3-minute walk from Hachimanyama Station on the Keio Line.The building is more like an apartment than a building, about half of which are homes and the other half are offices.There is a bar named "Worry-free" in the basement. Benmu took him in for the first time two years ago. Since then, he has liked to enter this bar very much. Even if he is not looking for Benmu, he will come to visit it. It was past 5 o'clock, so the windows of the administrator's room were closed.A boy was jumping rope in the hall while the guards were away.This child was probably a first or second grade student, but he was very good at skipping rope. The rope made a "snap" sound on the floor of the hall, and the rhythm was consistent, which was quite pleasant. "The owner of the Worry-Free Bar once complained to me that you were in the same building, but you hadn't been there for a long time, and you neglected to greet me." "I have given up alcohol as prescribed by the doctor, because the liver function index remains high, and if I drink more yellow soup, I am afraid I will go into the coffin. There is still a bottle of foreign wine that I have stored before, how about you finish it for me?" Motoki and I stood at the door of his studio talking.He handed me a bag containing the original illustrations, then patted his round belly and said. "Ah, by the way, I'm about to go out, so I'll go on the road with you. Wait for me for a minute." When Motoki reappeared, he was wearing only a jacket.We took the elevator downstairs. The boy was still jumping rope in the hall. "Hey, how can you skip rope here? People come and go here, aren't you afraid of blocking other people's way? The park is nearby, so you can go there if you want to jump, okay?" Ben Mu immediately issued a warning without hesitation.Maybe it's an acquaintance, so the tone is very kind. When the boy heard it, he seemed a little angry, puffed his cheeks and said: "But, there is a strange sister in the park, I'm afraid." "Strange sister?" "Dress like a wacky doll and sit on a swing." "Funny doll?" Jia Shan couldn't help asking loudly.He was surprised that the child could use the word "funny and weird", but what surprised him even more was another thing, because he remembered the woman who looked like Ryoko that he had seen again and again these days. "She was wearing fluffy clothes, like a doll. There were a pair of red shoes on her feet..." Before the boy finished speaking, Jiashan ran out.The twilight outside was thick, and the surrounding area seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ink.The small park is next to the building, covering an area of about 20 square meters, with sparse trees and common children's play equipment.There was no one around, but the swing was still shaking slightly.Jiashan looked around. "what!" He saw a white figure, just across the hedge at the rear of the park, appearing to be getting into a car.He stared.That's right, the man's dress was exactly the same as the woman on the platform a few days ago. Jia Shan ran towards the man, and after only two or three steps, the man turned around.Jia Shan was shocked and gasped. "Liangzi..." The man's face was pale, and his expression could not be confirmed, but his facial features were roughly the same as what Jia Shan thought.The man also seemed to see Jia Shan's appearance, a smile appeared on his face, and white teeth could be seen between his cherry-colored lips.Jia Shan stood still in surprise, the man shrank back and got into the car.The car drove away immediately. "What's going on? I seem to have seen a lady dressed as a doll just now. Is she going to a masquerade ball? Or is she a lunatic? How can a normal person wear this on the street?" "It makes sense..." Jiashan perfunctory Benmu, who was chasing after him, was speechless again.He was trembling and cold all over.It happened three times... It's not a coincidence... Jia Shan hugged his arms and rubbed his arms with his palms, as if he wanted to rub off the goosebumps. From that day on, Jia Shan became paranoid, paranoid, and nervous.He himself found out.When going up the stairs at the station, if he saw a woman walking forward wearing red shoes, he would turn pale with fright, and quickly move his eyes up to see her whole body.If he saw a blue-purple dress in a shop window on the street, he would think that the woman was nearby, and quickly opened his eyes and looked around. To relieve his mood, he went to watch a baseball game.Unexpectedly, I saw the "Miss Doll" standing next to the entrance and exit of the opposite stand, but disappeared in the next moment... Not only that, what happened in the past few days reminded him of some past events.Several scenes resurfaced from the depths of memory.He found that "Miss Doll" seemed to have appeared by his side frequently since half a year ago, because he didn't pay attention to it at all at the time, so he forgot when he saw it.Every time he thought of this, he would feel confused, panicked, lost in mind, and lost his mind. I was full of worries, so I had to use wine to drown my worries. Jiashan came to the "Worry-free Bar" to drink, and it has been 10 days since he last came to take illustrations from Benmu.It was night.He once called Benmu and wanted to invite him to have a drink together, but there was only the voice of the answering machine on the phone, and it seemed that Benmu had gone back to his home. "Oh, life is impermanent, and things are unpredictable." Umezaki, owner of the construction company, told his colleague Kondo.They were all sitting on chairs at the bar. "I heard that he was already sick and in poor health. In order to save the transportation expenses to and from get off work, he rented a room above this building. He didn't expect to be killed here." "Yes, it's really unlucky to be killed." Umezaki agreed, and took a big gulp of shochu.His company is near here.He and Kondo share similar interests and talk about everything, so they often come here to drink and drink together.Jiashan knew both of them. "Alas, his death was extremely miserable, even his neck bones were broken." "Have you seen it with your own eyes?" "Yes, I rushed to the scene to watch as soon as I heard the police said that the man was killed. His neck has been completely turned around, and his head is already hanging on his shoulders." "Shenyi asked for leave and didn't go to work that day, right?" Shinichi...?Jiashan had never heard of this name before.He thought: Could it be that the person who was killed was called Shen Yi...? "That's right, all the people in the company were at the construction site in Chiba that day, and the manager and auntie were the only ones in the office." "That is to say, all personnel in your company have an alibi." "Even if there is no one, there is no one in the company who has a grudge against Shen Yi." "Then, it must have been done by a professional wrestler who has a grudge against Shen Yi." "Professional wrestler?" "That's right! It is said that no murder weapon was found at the scene, right? Although Shen Yi is skinny, he is a grown man after all. If he wanted to break his neck like that, how could he do it without a lot of strength? Therefore, if the murderer is not a professional wrestler, It's a sumo wrestler." "How did Shinichi know that kind of person?" "How long has he been in Tokyo?" "It's almost two years. He seems to be 25 years old this year." "Where is your hometown?" "In the northeast. There is Tazawa Lake in Akita Prefecture, you know? I heard that his hometown is near there." As soon as Jia Shan heard the word Tian Zehu, his whole body was shocked. Mei Qi saw it and asked: "Brother Jiashan, are you familiar with that area?" Jia Shan turned around slowly and said: "No, I just went there once on a business trip..." "Oh, what kind of place is that?" "A lonely lake in a remote village with few people. There is a statue of a woman by the lake, named Chen Ziji. It is said that in the past, this woman transformed into a dragon in order to stay young forever." "Eternal youth, hum! If you want to live forever, no matter you are a man or a woman, you have to become a dragon. Besides, when it comes to Shinichi's death, whoever broke his neck must escape from the elevator car , the question is how to escape. At that time, the elevator stopped between the third floor and the fourth floor, and the elevator door was closed." Seeing that Jia Shan had returned to the original topic, he quickly turned around and turned his back on them. "If you lift the floor of the elevator box, you can slide along the steel cable to the first floor." "It doesn't work. There are a lot of people on the first floor, and the door outside the elevator is closed. How do I open it?" "That's from the roof terrace." "This building has no roof terrace. Shenyi's room is on the seventh floor, which is the top floor. Looking inside the elevator, only the button on the first floor is on." "This means that the murderer wants to go down to the first floor." "The same is true for Shen Yi, but he was killed between the fourth and third floors." "Not necessarily. If you share the ride from the seventh floor, you may start from the other floor." "However, there is one strange thing. I heard from the police that a boy who was only in the first grade of elementary school got into the elevator at the same time as Shen Yi from the seventh floor." "Oh, then, did the little boy see the murderer?" "No. It is said that the boy and Shen Yi were the only ones entering the elevator on the seventh floor. The kid went out to find friends after sitting on the fourth floor, so Shen Yi should be the only one left in the elevator afterwards." "He's the only one left? Nonsense! At least there should be another strong man like a professional wrestler." "The kid said no." "How can the child's testimony be counted? Even if what is said is true, someone may press the button to open the door after the child goes out, slip into the elevator, and then break Shinichi's neck in an instant, then open the door to escape, and then the elevator broke down due to a malfunction." Parked between floors. How? Am I making sense?" "If it's just a broken neck bone, it's very possible. But the police said that Shen Yi had rope marks on his neck. In other words, the murderer tried to strangle him with a rope at first, but failed, so he put him in the same place. The neck bone was twisted. No rope was found in the elevator, and the murderer may have taken it away. If this is the case, it is impossible to complete these actions before the elevator door is closed." "What if Shen Yi died before entering the elevator? The murderer made the body stand against the wall of the elevator, then pressed the button to the first floor, and immediately walked out of the elevator. Originally, the elevator should only carry one corpse When I descended to the first floor, a child got into the elevator by chance. Since the child stood facing the elevator door immediately after entering, I didn’t notice whether Shen Yi was dead or alive. Could it be like this?” "This statement is very good, but it is a pity that it is not true. The little boy's family education is very strict. His mother has given him instructions that he should salute and say hello whenever he meets people, no matter in the corridor or in the elevator. He has been practicing for many years and is well-trained. I heard that the child did greet Shen Yi at that time, and although Shen Yi didn't answer, he smiled back!" "Then my argument is invalid. From this point of view, the boy must have made a mistake. He is only in the first grade of elementary school. I don't think he can even figure out the correct date, right? He must have misremembered the date." "No! It was indeed the right day. Shen Yi's attire can be described as extremely strange, extremely weird. Even if he is a child, he should not remember it wrong." "Well, it makes sense." "Even I can't forget it. I can still vividly remember it. It will appear in my dreams at night! Dressed like a French doll, purple clothes and red shoes, blue eyes, holding a white umbrella..." "Wait!" Jia Shan couldn't help interjecting. "The Shenyi you mentioned just now is a man, right? How can a big man dress like this?" "What to wear is the freedom of others." "Brother Jiashan, you don't know. I heard from the police that they found a lot of these clothes from Shenyi's room!" "It is said that it was stuffed in the closet. I can only think that he has a penchant for cutting off his sleeves.--I tell you, don't tell anyone. I also heard that the police found a male penis in a drawer in his room." The cufflinks are wrapped in a silk scarf, which looks like an important item. The police asked me if I had seen it, and I said no. You see, we usually wear work clothes, so how can there be cufflinks? It’s just..." "Just how?" "It's nothing, but I seem to have a little impression. Those are turtle shell cufflinks. The style is very ordinary and nothing special. I seem to have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it." "From this point of view, Shen Yi's partner might live near here!" At this time, Jiashan interjected again: "Is this Shinichi you're talking about living here by himself? Maybe he lives with his sister and borrows it to dress up for a masquerade party or something. Is that the case?" "No, he should live alone. His resume also says 'there is only two elders in the family, living in his hometown in the countryside'... wait a minute, I think of it, he may be with his girlfriend... Hey, Boss, do you think he has a girlfriend?" Meizaki asked.The store owner said with a smile on his face: "Well... I don't think so. Although Sasamoto-san seldom visits our store and only comes once in a long time, I can tell that no girls have taken a fancy to him, and he doesn't like any girls." "Sasamoto...sir?" "Yes, his name is Shinichi Sasamoto." Umezaki spoke clearly. Ryoko Sasamoto... Doll... Shinichi Sasamoto... Jia Shan only felt horrified and trembling all over, and then became dizzy and dizzy again and again. That feeling was different from being drunk. Jiashan drank too much and had a heavy head the next day due to a hangover, but still managed to go to work. However, when he thought of that Sasamoto Shinichi who died in a strange way, he felt restless, distraught, unable to work, and didn't even want to answer the phone. "Mr. Jiashan, everyone is busy now, if you make such a joke again, people will be angry!" This afternoon, Junko Tanaka frowned, and threw a paper bag on the Jiashan table, as if seeing something disgusting. Jia Shan, who seemed to have collapsed and rested his chin on the table, was startled when he heard these words, and raised his head. "It was also typed on a computer and said: 'I forgot to attach the end of the last article, and I am reposting it now, please forgive me.' You know that if you do this, you will be eliminated? Thanks to your 10 Years of editing! What a waste of time!" The back of the paper bag that Junko threw over still had "Kayama Morihiko" written on it, which was also typed out by the computer. "And specially asked someone to send it to the counter to send and receive! You are really serious, just bring it here and it will be closed?" Jia Shan was already in a cold sweat from fright, as if waking up from a dream, he hastily pulled out the manuscript to watch.Only 3 sheets of manuscript paper were used this time.
--it's over. I sighed and calmed down.Exhausted, he had to sit next to Ryoko's body.I began to think about what to do next, and my mind was spinning like a whirlpool. It is not difficult to move the body, because this is a motel, and the car is parked at the door of the room. I wrapped the body in a sheet, made sure no one was around, and stuffed it into the trunk.The days are short and the nights are long in winter in the northern country. At this time, the night outside is already low and dark. I have thought of a suitable burial place.There is a small temple near the peak of the mountain behind this town.There was a famine here in ancient times, and many children died of starvation. This temple was built to worship these children.Outside the temple, there are many headless stone statues of Jizo, which are so eerie that even the locals dare not approach them.If the body is buried behind this temple, it will be absolutely invisible. I drove along the national highway, and on the way I bought a shovel at a hardware store and a pair of boots at a shoe store.After nightfall, the temperature dropped sharply and the snowflakes began to fall. The snow on the mountain road is very deep, and it is extremely difficult to carry the corpse up the mountain, but I dare not stop to rest.Because if I go home too late, I'm afraid my wife will get suspicious. It was hard to reach the small temple.I temporarily put the body in the temple, ran back to the foot of the mountain to get a shovel, and then went up the mountain again to the open space behind the small temple.I poked the ground with a shovel and found that the soil was softer than I thought, so I dug desperately.It took about 30 minutes to dig a hole, just enough to bury one person. I quickly buried Ryoko's body in the cave, and covered it with mud and snow. After returning to the foot of the mountain, I was sweating profusely.I wiped my sweat on the sleeve of my shirt as I sat in the driver's seat.At this moment, the left eye glimpsed a red object. I stared at the thing in astonishment.It was a red high-heeled shoe, one of the two shoes Ryoko wore on her feet today. Several thoughts flashed through my mind, should I throw it away or burn it? Each is dangerous.In the end, I judged that it would be safest to bury the corpse together. I stuffed the shoe into my pocket, went up the hill, came to the burial place, and dug the earth with both hands.The shovel has also been buried in the soil, so I have to dig with bare hands.This time just dig 30 cm deep.挖好后，就放入高跟鞋，复上泥土，恢复原状。 大雪纷飞，漫天寒气。照这情形看来，再过不了1小时，我的滔天罪行便将完美地埋于这皑皑白雪之下了。 (Finish)
佳山守彦坐在火车内，额头靠在车窗上，深深叹了一口气。火车行驶在铁路支线上，这条路线可通往他的故乡。 10年前，他带着妻子和两个小孩搭火车上京，也是走这条路线，只不过方向相反。那时候，他还以为这辈子再也不会回来了。 当时其父为诈欺集团所骗，事业毁于一旦，所经营的和服店拱手让人。对方是黑道流氓，威胁他们立刻迁走，早日将住宅和商店交出来，不得拖延。结果一家离散，各分东西。佳山带着妻儿上京谋生。他有不少大学同学住在东京，其中一人帮他找到了现在这个工作。 佳山决定与凉子断绝往来，不再联络。即使没有被迫搬离家园，他也打算要在最近和凉子分手。由于凉子不久前曾说出要他和妻子离婚、和她长相厮守的话，给了他很大的精神压力，而且近来他对凉子的兴趣也已急遽减低，因此不想再与之纠缠不清。他认为自己已经是一穷二白，凉子应该也不会再理他了。就这样失去联络。他曾经听说凉子辞去了酒家的工作，至于后来凉子过着怎样的生活，因他住在东京，既无从得知，也不想过问。他已将凉子视同陌路，忘得一干二净了。 所以，当他瞧见凉子身影出现在月台上时，才会大吃一惊，有如晴天霹雳。后来那身影又陆续在公园、街上等地出现……。 接着就是那份小说原稿，然后又在“无忧酒吧”听见一名为笹本慎一者离奇死亡的消息。 笹本凉子……笹本慎一。当然这也可能完全是巧合。姓笹本的虽不多，但东京地广人稠，若说是偶然巧合，也不无可能。然而佳山仍很在意，因凉子确实有个弟弟，她卖身陪酒便是为了体弱多病的弟弟。 还有那份寄到公司来的稿件。那当然不是佳山的创作，不，甚至连创作都称不上。文中的“佳山”正是10年前的佳山，“凉子”也就是10年前的凉子。但全文仅前半部与事实相符，后半部那些杀人场面全是胡诌的，佳山当然没有杀死凉子。不过那内容倒是描写得相当生动逼真。 看来非确认凉子和自己分手后的情形不可。最近一连串的遭遇使他寝食难安，他觉得若不查清楚，就会危险加身，大祸临头，于是下定决心，搭上火车前往目的地一探究竟。 他在湖畔的火车站下了车。此时已是黄昏，夕阳正拖着暗红色的长尾巴坠入西山。他从车站走向目的地。他在此町住到将近30岁才搬走，记忆仍很深刻，所以很快就找到了凉子的老家。那是一栋木造平房，门口的名牌上以墨书写着“笹本”两字。旁挂一牌，上书“忌中”。由此牌可知这户人家有丧事。 一名老妪出来应门。她看来已年近70，身穿丧服，埋在皱纹中的双眼又红又肿，像是哭泣造成的。佳山暗忖：来得真不是时候。但已骑虎难下，只好硬着头皮问： “请问这里有没有一位笹本凉子小姐？” 老妪双颊肌肉一紧，说道： “没有，凉子已经……” “出嫁了是吗？” "No." “那么，是不是外出工作去了——？” "no." 看来其母的口风紧得很，于是佳山说出事先想好的台词。 “我是凉子小姐的高中同学，要来通知她参加同学会的。已经10年没开同学会了，所以希望能和她取得联系。” “啊，你有所不知——” "Appreciate further details." “凉子从10年前就已不在这里了。” 口气很冷淡。 “10年前？” “是的。10年前，一个大雪纷飞的晚上，她突然消失了，后来也音讯全无，下落不明。老身早已死心，就当她已不在人世，魂归乐土了。” “已然永绝人间了吗……” “老身原本未死心，朝夕等待她归来，谁知天不从人愿，茹苦含辛已10年，如今慎一也过世，是谁造孽是何因……” 佳山心想：不出所料，在电梯中离奇死亡的那个笹本慎一，果然是凉子之弟没错。 “真对不起，我高中一毕业就搬到东京去了，所以对此事一无所知，多有冒犯，敬请原谅。那么，就此告辞了。” 佳山想要趁早溜走，以免露出马脚，不料老妪出言挽留。 “你不远千里而来，真是辛苦，请入内奉茶。方才也有几位客人，才刚走呢。” 佳山暗忖：若坚拒不从，反易招惹怀疑。于是脱鞋入内，只见屋内宽敞，旁设一简单之祭坛，上有一遗照及一骨灰坛。那遗照上的人大概就是慎一了，骨灰坛内应该也就是刚火化完的慎一遗骨。老妪带领佳山，沿着屋檐下的走廊走至一独栋厢房前。 “昔日小女即在此房学做洋裁，缝缝补补的。这次事出突然，虽无暇整理收拾，还是勉强用接待访客……脏乱不堪，请你海涵。来，请进。” 佳山一脚踏入房内，不由得眼睛一亮。屋中摆设五彩缤纷。墙上吊满粉红色、黄色等五颜六色的衣裙，都是以薄纱细丝缝制而成，艳光四射，千姿百态。 “以前凉子有空就在这里缝衣制裙，好像是出于兴趣，并无特别目的。这种洋装穿起来就像玩偶，或许她是待嫁女儿心吧！” 老妪伸手抚摸那些衣裳，似乎珍爱至极。 佳山险些大叫，但他拼命忍耐。 “那、那令郎是不是曾从这里拿走……” “这……只知道有几件不见了，不过这种事也用不着报警……，原来如此，有可能是慎一拿走了，是吗？” “是何时遗失的？” “快两年了吧！” “两年前……” 佳山感到一阵晕眩。他成为“无忧酒吧”的常窖，就是在两年前。 老妪奉上香茗，佳山一饮而尽，随即告辞离去。老妪亦未再挽留。 佳山在门口穿好鞋子，迅速往山上走去。那篇稿子上写的后山小庙并非虚构，佳山记得自己小时候常去那边玩。 走到那小庙时，天色已全暗，四周一片漆黑，伸手不见五指。他摸黑绕到庙后，蹲下来按按泥土，发现地面潮湿，便从旅行袋中拿出小铁锹和手电筒，开始掘土。他事先已料到可能会派上用场，所以准备了这些工具。 因土松泥软，以园艺用的小铁锹也能挖掘，并不费力。 挖了大约20分钟后，土中露出白色物体。他猛然一惊，抛开小铁锹，直接用手刨。那是白骨，从大小看，可能是手指的骨头。他用手拼命挖。白色碎片愈来愈多，不久就要露出全貌。 此时附近傅来竹叶摩擦声，他转头望去，只见那边有手电筒的光线闪烁不定。 ——有人在看！ 他惊出一身冷汗。 慌忙将洞填好，恢复原状。心想：我真正的身份，此町民众应无人知晓。我还是趁早离去，回到东京，混入茫茫人海中，方为上策。 佳山把铁锹和手电筒收入旅行袋中，一口气跑到山脚下。他暗付：今后绝不再踏入此町一步。 这班特快列车的非对号车厢中乘客相当多。佳山跳上车后，找了一个位子坐下来，边叹气边靠向椅背。车窗外一片黑暗。 到目前为止，已经发生了不少怪事。他很想推敲出这些事的真相，却始终办下到。 凉子已于10年前失踪，而且说不定已名登鬼筱，身化异物。若真的已经人化南柯，那么出现在佳山周围的“洋娃娃小姐”就不是凉子了。那篇寄来应征新人奖的小说，写的是“佳山杀死凉子”的过程，然而文中的“埋尸地点”居然真的埋有凉子的尸体，不，这点尚不能确定，那些白骨不知是不是凉子的……。 另一方面，凉子之弟慎一打扮成法国玩偶的样子，惨死于电梯中。如此看来，那个神出鬼没的“洋娃娃小姐”或许就是慎一装扮的，但这是为了什么呢……还有，到底是谁下毒手杀死慎一呢？ 此时佳山又想起那天晚上在酒吧听到的对话。那时候，梅崎和近藤针对瞋一之死而展开了一些推理： “我认为，欲破此案，最好先查出那袖扣之主是何人。” “你是说，凶手定是和慎一有暧昧关系的人，对不对？唔，这倒也不无可能。” “不是这个意思。我是认为，慎一是因遭那袖扣之主所抛弃，万念俱灰而自杀的。” "suicide?" “不错！当时只有瞋一和男童从七楼进电梯，那男童往四楼出去，接着电梯就因故障而停在楼层之间。也就是说，其间绝无凶手可乘之机。如此一来，除自戕之外便别无可能。” “我不信！一个人怎能扭断自己的颈骨呢？” “如果一头往电梯角落的地板撞去，力量大些，脖子就有可能扭断。” “那样的话，头发必定会乱掉，而且会沾到灰尘。但慎一的假发十分整洁，并无碰撞痕迹。再说他脖子上的索痕要如何解释？电梯内不是找不到任何绳索吗？” “我看，他一定是先在房内上吊，却没吊死，随后进入电梯，用了某种方法弄断自己的脖子。” “自己弄断？那太难了吧，依我看，此案必有一关键性的盲点。” "Appreciate further details." “在七楼进电梯的，只有慎一和那小孩两个人，当时慎一还活着。后来电梯卡在四楼和三楼之间，打开门后，发现慎一已经死亡。由此可见，只有一人可能是凶手。” “究竟是谁——？” “再怎么无法理解，也只有这个可能。凶手就是那个和慎一共乘电梯的小鬼！” “那么小的孩子怎能扭断大人的头骨呀？” 对了，袖扣……？ 佳山想起来了。有一次，他喝得酩酊大醉，把袖扣弄去了。此事因时隔太久，他早巳忘怀，现在才又记起来，那袖扣是朋友送的，又非名贵之物，故早已忘记。那确是鼈甲所制没错。如今回想推敲，遗失的地点好像就是“无忧酒吧”。但是，笹本慎一为何要将此物慎重其事收藏保存呢？ 佳山愈想愈糊涂。他觉得再想下去，头非爆掉下可，于是从皮包中拿出小瓶威士忌，一吞就是一大口。 次日——。 佳山浑身乏力，疲惫不堪，拖着沉重的脚步到公司上班。到下午快下班时，有两名刑警登门造访。柜台的收发人员以诧异的声音通知佳山出去会客。佳山一走进一楼会客室，那两名看似乡巴佬的刑警立刻起身招呼。 “我们是从秋田来的，才刚刚到。” 对方操东北口音。佳山一听，魂飞魄散，但表面上仍不动声色，面无表情，往沙发上一坐，说道： “从秋田远道而来呀？不知有何贵干？” 刑警不答，只是紧盯着他。 “呃，两位要是不说来意，那……” “你是真不明白还是假不明白？” 刑警说着，露出纯朴的笑容，一双鼠目不住打量他，似乎故意要让他心浮气躁。 “什么明白不明白的，我哪知道？我现在很忙，可没空陪两位……” “你昨天到秋田去了，对不对？” “咦？没、没有啊！” “哦，那你昨天上哪儿去了？” “昨天？昨天我请假在家，看了一整天的书。我们当编辑的，必须把自己负责的那几位作家所写的新作品读通才行。有些作家一个月能写一本书，所以我……” “我们事先已打电话查过，证实你昨天的确请假没上班。这是贵公司一位小姐告诉我们的。但是，有谁能证明你昨天确实整天都在家？” “我真的一步也没踏出家门呀！不过没有人能证明。” 佳山已于5年前离婚，两名小孩也归妻子抚养，如今是孤家寡人一个。 “一步也没有？那就怪了。贵公司那位小姐说，有位大牌作家来电表示要找你谈截稿日之事，因此她拨电话到你家，但铃声响了很久却无人接听。这你怎么解释？” 佳山想：这准是田中润子说的，那多嘴婆唯一的长处就是伶牙俐齿爱说话。 “那、那时候，我大概是去附近吃饭，所以不在。” “出去吃饭？几点的时候？” “这、这岂不是在调查我有没有不在场证明？为什么要这样对待我？你们若说不出个理由来。就是侵害人权！那些问题我没有义务回答！” 刑警又闭口不言，像刚才那样凝视着佳山。片刻后，另一名刑警靠过来，两人窃窃私语，然后原先那刑警从上衣口袋中掏出一封书信，摆在佳山而前。 “请你看看这封信。” 刑警说着，眉头微皱，目射寒芒。 “这是什么东西？我为什么要看？” “里面提到你的大名，所以你非看小可！” 佳山那拒绝的姿态被刑警一举击溃。 因为此时若再坚持不看，反而显得很不自然。 佳山接过信，只见上面用蓝墨水写着“遗书”两字。他努力压制紧张的心情，以免手指颤抖起来，然后展信阅读。 “你的手为什么抖得那么厉害？” 刑警的声音让佳山回过神来。 “这、这跟我有什么关系？” “慎一之母作证说，你昨天曾去过她家。正如这遗书所写的，你终于在那边露面了。于是老太太暗中尾随在你后面，发现你在一个地方掘土挖洞，便用手电筒照过去，只见洞中有类似人骨的白色物体。你发觉有人在看，便落荒而逃。我们接获报案后，今天一大早派鉴识人员去现场挖掘。结果挖出一具女性骸骨，估计已死去10年左右。埋在同处的红色高跟鞋，已由老太太确认是笹本凉子失踪当天所穿的鞋子。因此我们便搭乘下午的列车赶来找你。” “那不是我！我没到过那个地方！” “你进了笹本家，慎一之母还亲自奉上香茗。我们已采集了那茶杯上的指纹，一对照便知分晓。” 刑警的语气愈来愈强硬。佳山用力摇头道： “好吧，我承认去过，但我绝对没有把凉子埋在那个地方。对丁！那是圈套！我中计了！” 不知不觉中变成像在诉苦的样子，此时佳山已从慌乱中清醒过来。 "trap?" “不错！我会到那边去，全是为了一篇寄来应征新人奖的稿件。那篇作品里面说我把凉子埋在那个地点，因为女主角和我10年前的女朋友同名同姓，情节又写得非常逼真，所以我想：也许她真的如文中所写的那样，遭杀害后弃尸于那个地点。愈想愈揪心，坐立难安睡不宁，因此昨天才前往那地方查看，结果发现那边居然真的有白骨……所以才吓得逃回来。” “应征新人奖的稿件？” “是呀！就在我这儿，你们看过后就会相信那绝对是人家设好的圈套。请稍等，我去拿来。” 刑警从纸袋中抽出那两篇稿子，读完之后又放回去并卷好，然后笑着说： “两篇都是电脑打字的，你会用电脑来打字吗？” “咦？我是文艺杂志的编辑，当然会……” “很好。再看看这篇作品后面写的应征者姓名、年龄、住址，那不就是你吗？我的意思是说，这分明就是你写的，对不对？” “不对！是有人冒用我的姓名来应征的。” “有人？那是谁？” “还会有谁？铁定是慎一呀！他设计陷害我……对了！凉子一定是他杀死的！只有凶手才晓得埋尸地点！” “你所言甚是。佳山先生，你最清楚埋尸地点何在。你一定认为，事情都已过了10年之久，可以高枕无忧了，所以就写了这篇小说来开开玩笑，犯罪者好像都有一种克制不住的冲动，很想向别人倾吐自己的罪行。你当然会故意写成低水准的杀人剧，好让作品遭淘汰。如果同事看了以后说'这篇小说一点现实感也没有'，那你说不定会在心里偷笑吧？你的目的就是要测试一下世人的反应。另外一点，慎一的遗书是用手写的，这两篇稿子却是用电脑打的，要说这些全都是出自慎一之手，实在令人难以置信。何况这封遗书中完全没有提到写了小说寄来给你这件事，只说其姊定是被抛弃在”某处“。这两篇小说到底是你写的还是慎一写的，用客观的标准来判断的话，结论一定会说是你写的。” “简直胡说八道……” “慎一穿上洋娃娃的衣服，男扮女装在你身边晃来晃来，你一定看过好几次对不对？” “真不敢相信……那竟然是慎一男扮女装……” “哈，由此可知，虽然尚无法确定那人是否慎一所乔装，但你必定见过一个打扮成洋娃娃的人在周遭出现。可见遗书中所言不假，慎一的确是那么做了。” 啊，你看这纸袋上盖的章，这是贵公刊的收件戳印，日期是前天，也就是说这稿子是昨天送来的。那就怪了，慎一已于10天前遇害身亡，已死的人怎会自己送稿件过来呢？ 佳山感到背脊发凉，毛骨悚然。他觉得自己已掉入一个巨人的陷阱，百口莫辩，无力回天。那是一个以慎一之死为赌注的陷阱……是死者的诅咒……是玩偶的诅咒…… “请你以案件参考人的身份跟我们回去！” 刑警那冷酷的声音已刺进佳山心中。 一件由好几层蝉翼纱制成的淡紫色洋装，一双红色珐琅舞鞋。这套洋娃娃般的衣鞋挂在墙上，慎一赤身露体面对这套服装。这是其姊凉子亲手缝制的众多衣裳中的一件。慎一考进现在这家公司后，曾回故乡一趟，那时他偷偷把这套衣裙带了出来。 “姊姊，我已尽己所能了。新人奖的截稿日即将到来，我已经把稿子寄出去了。里面写的是你和他之间的事，用的是他的名义。当编辑的本身投稿应征自己公司的新人奖，实在很不寻常。无论最初是谁看见这篇稿子，最后应该都会交到那家伙手中吧？他也一定