Chapter 4 scary painting

The author of "Scary Painting" is Matsuo Yumi, whose surname is Goto. Born on November 27, 1960 in Kanazawa City, Ishikawa Prefecture.Worked at a trading company after graduating from the Faculty of Education at Ochanomizu Women's University. In 1989, he published "An Outdoor Cafe in Different Dimensions" and entered the world of science fiction literature. In 1991, he participated in the 17th Hayakawa SF Competition of "SF Magazine" with the short story "The Murder of Barron City", and was selected as the third seat. This article is about the near-future world, where artificial womb births are common, but there is a group of women who want to give birth naturally. In the city of Barron, where a group lives, a murder occurs. The pregnant woman Mubayashi Mio cooperates with the criminal Eda Morina to solve the mystery.

This classic sci-fi mystery, combining science fiction and mystery, is supported by readers of both science fiction and mystery.After that, Yumi Matsuo successively published the detective series of Mulin and Eda, and established her status as a writer by publishing a single book in 1994. The "Black Angel" published later is about a murderer who lives in music, but appears in the real world to kill serially.Or "The Prisoner of Yin Yang City", which is set in the community where a certain family opposes the family system, etc., are all mystery novels with the theme of murders in the time and space of science fiction. ——This is the characteristic of Matsuo Yumi's works.

But Scary Draw has no science fiction elements.Mika Toguchi, the heroine, is a second-year high school student who met Koichi Ezaki by chance while walking in the park.Ezaki is a painter, 45 years old, and now works as an art teacher in Dingshi Cultural Center.One day Meixia saw the news that Ezaki was stabbed by his painter friend Zheng Kanhiro in the newspaper. Meixia recalled the process of knowing Ezaki in the park and made a conclusion about the stabbing incident. Most importantly, match the rhythm. Generally, when walking, it is in two beats, but when crutches are involved, it becomes a similarly deformed three beats, forming a rhythm of da tang and da tang.It is necessary to cooperate with this rhythm and learn how to use the wrist and how to move the weight.

The rhythm is not the same every day, just like when I was discharged from the hospital and today, the rhythm is very different. After the broken foot recovers, the rhythm should continue to change as the strength increases. Now let’s match today’s rhythm. While thinking this way, Mika walked along the road from her apartment to the park.She carefully manipulated the crutches to cross the bridge, and a gust of gentle wind blew, making it impossible to feel the cold weather not long ago. The season is spring, and she is only 16 years old...April is going to be a two-year high...Originally, when the school is on spring break, it will be like the sunshine dancing on the river, and it will be lively, but because of this foot, there is no way to live like this up.

She was riding a bicycle on her way to school when she was hit by a reckless driver.Father said, it was really a disaster, but fortunately only one foot was injured, and Mika felt that it was indeed okay.I was finally able to leave the hospital a few days ago. The new semester begins and I am going back to school. Today, walking along this road that would take more than ten minutes for ordinary people is just for training back to school, and on the other hand, it is just to go out to relax.Because it happens to be when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the big park past here is a famous place for viewing cherry blossoms.

Besides that, there is another purpose.In order to complete the "homework" given by classmate Xiaonishi... Xiaoxi and Mixia are both members of the drama club. Xiaoxi is very enthusiastic about the activities of the club and is also good at acting. It has been confirmed that he will be elected as the president in the new semester.He called last week and told Summer that she was asked to write the script for the freshman welcome drama to be staged in May. "The actors who will participate in the performance in May are only newly promoted sophomores, as long as the feeling of the sketch is fine."

Indeed, compared with the dramas of the Autumn School Festival, traditionally, it seems that shorter and lighter things are chosen. "In this way, the original script will be better!" "Then why are you looking for me?" "Because you are good at this kind of thing! Write it! You help us write it! Anyway, you can't play, you are free!" Mei Xia vaguely understands that he speaks in a compulsive tone, but he is actually thinking of Mei Xia in his heart.It is impossible for Meixia to participate in this performance, so I want to let her participate in the form of writing a script.That's what he thought, that's why he said that.

As a result, Summer couldn't refuse and took the job.She has never written a script for a stage play. She has always liked writing articles, but she has never created "works" such as novels or scripts. Therefore, I was bored for several days.I thought about several possible settings that might be feasible, but there is none that can arouse the interest of the audience, advance the story, and finally end where it should end. The reason for Mei Xia's troubles is not just that she cannot successfully complete the work she took over.Mei Xia, who likes to read books, hopes to be able to work as a writer one day... Although she faces this idea with indifference, she really thinks so.If you can't write this play now, can you not expect to do this kind of work in the future?

Holding this kind of trouble, coupled with the inconvenience of feet.Even so, under the invitation of the afternoon sun, Meixia pushed her out of the porch with the idea of ​​thinking about the theme of the stage play with what she saw from the outside.With a cane under his arm, and a hiking bag with notebooks, pencils, and mineral water on his back, he locked the door of the apartment where his parents went out to work and no one was there. It took nearly twice as long as usual to come to the park.It was a normal daytime, but it was as lively as a festival. There happened to be an empty park chair. She sat down and drank the mineral water taken out of her backpack.

The flowers are in full bloom, and even the pink clouds are reflected in the transparent body of the slanted plastic bottle.Meixia thought, this park is within walking distance, but it has been several years since she made a special trip to enjoy the flowers.The memory of her parents taking her to enjoy the night cherry blossoms is already a distant past.third grade?Or in fourth grade? She seems to remember reading somewhere that young people don't pay attention to cherry blossoms.Maybe so!During the spring break without homework, maybe I will look for more exciting entertainment!Even Meixia herself, if her foot hadn't been injured, might have taken the train to the vicinity of Shibuya.

Looking around, I can see a group of middle-aged women sitting on benches, a group of mothers in their 30s with children, and many people here are spreading things on the grass.Most of the men are past retirement age, but they are not just sitting blankly, most of them are busy doing something.There are people walking around, taking pictures with cameras hanging around their necks, or sitting on portable chairs, setting up easels and painting oil paintings. While looking at these people sometimes, and not looking at anything at all, there was a loud noise from Meixia's side.She looked over there in surprise, and the crutches standing upright at the end of the bench were gone. "Yeah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" At first, only voices were heard, and then, the man's upper body blocked his sight.Picking up the cane that fell on the ground, the man said in a cheerful and young voice, "I'm sorry." He put the crutch back in its original position.I say "young" because the man's face, no matter how you look at it, is over 40.He had gold-rimmed glasses on his tall, tanned face.How many years younger than Mei Xia's father! "I accidentally kicked it to dodge the dog that was coming towards me. I'm sorry." The man's cotton trousers and plaid shirt look like he wears this kind of clothing every day, that is, he is engaged in a job, not a job that requires a suit. "Admiring the flowers?" The man continued to chat, but he couldn't feel the strong disgust of "talking up".Is that because the surroundings are not the corners of the sun setting, but the parks full of sunshine?Or is it because of the man's tone or the wrinkled smile, which is quite refreshing? Even so, Mika thought, maybe it was because of her own crutches. "Should I say yes? I also want to say that I must practice walking..." "Are you hurt?" "Yes, a broken bone, a car accident." "Go skiing with your boyfriend?" "No way! I'm just riding a bicycle on the national highway, on my way to school." "High school students? That's right! What do you do at school?" "do what……" "Society or something." "I'm joining the drama club." "Oh!" "I was asked to write a script to be performed in May. I took the job, but I couldn't write it." Perhaps influenced by the man's friendly attitude, he finally complained. "I don't know what to write, am I not talented?" When I said this, a middle-aged woman came in front of me. "Teacher, Mr. Ezaki." Called at the man standing next to Mika. "Ah! When did you get on good terms with such a lovely lady!" "What are you talking about? It's just getting better now!" The man joked to the woman who looked several years older. "Teacher, please take a look." The woman showed the man what she had tucked under her arm, which was a large sketchbook. "Ah! Not bad!" "It's the first time I draw this kind of thing, and I feel that the composition seems to be a little bit worse." "I think it's very good, try to draw some more." The female then returns to her original place. "Are you a painting teacher?" Mika asked the man called Ezaki who was still standing beside the bench. "Yes." Ezaki replied, and finally sat down beside Mika. "Not at a school, like a cultural center or something?" A little further away, the woman who was talking and laughing with just now was also a woman of similar age. "Yes. Taught once a week in the center of the station building." "You are a painter!" Misha said. Her belief is that the teachers in the school mainly focus on teaching, and the lecturers in the cultural center are professionals in that field and occasionally teach. "Basically, it depends on how you define it." Ezaki stretched out his feet from the bench, overlapping each other.It was still a relaxed tone, but it was no longer a smile, but changed into a serious expression, and there were still many wrinkles on the thin cheeks.Meixia felt that those were not the wrinkles produced when she laughed. "However, it's probably different from what you think. After drawing the picture, the art dealer came to see it, said some entertainment, bought the painting at a high price, and then lived a leisurely life with the money. You said A painter, it should be similar to this impression!" Meixia tried to think about it, and it was indeed so. "There are not many people like that! There are only a handful of masters. Others are sometimes teaching painting and sometimes doing contact work. Moreover, they have to recommend themselves." Ezaki paused for a while, and when he spoke again, he pointed to the front of the bench where the two were sitting with his chin.There was an older man who had been there since Summer came.He is wearing a white hat and moving his paintbrush on the canvas on the drawing board. "Look at that," he whispered. "No, it's a good thing he's not my student. Look at that painting." Mei Xia shifted his gaze, the man turned his back to Mei Xia, and focused on the painting, no matter how much he peeped, he didn't have to worry about causing him trouble. It is a very detailed painting, of course it is a park scenery in full bloom, but even the protrusions on the cherry tree trunks, or the faintly visible texture of the statues among the trees, he is careful and realistic, and uses bright colors to paint.The strokes of the painting and the gestures of the brush are not half-toned and very skillful. "That kind of painting is terrible." Ezaki said beside Mika, with gold-rimmed glasses shining brightly under the spring sun. "horrible?" "Yes! Can I smoke?" Meixia nodded in response to his question, but did not understand the meaning of the previous sentence. If you say "should be afraid", you can still understand.In this case, the meaning may be that the drawing is so bad that there is nothing to be done about it.Or on the contrary, the painting is so good that even the professional painter Ezaki feels threatened.However, Meixia felt that this man's painting didn't seem to belong to the two. Ezaki lit the cigarette, and played with the lighter in his hand without putting it back in his pocket.The name K.Ezaki is engraved on the silver surface. "Do you think that painting is good?" Jiang Qi asked. Meixia couldn't figure out his intention, and answered "yes". "It's really good." Ezaki nodded and said, "The fine brushwork painting method is very remarkable, the composition and design are not messy, and the colors are not messy. But, you see, there is still something missing... decisive, aesthetic awareness, I am so Said, it seems too explicit." "..." "My students are much worse than his paintings. It's a blessing. That old man has excellent drawing skills. For several years, nights after get off work and precious holidays have been dedicated to painting. He is so Persistence, but the painting is like a painting on a kanban board. He draws with the strokes of Kishida Liusheng. He only has technique, and has no creative and critical vision at all. He probably didn't realize that he lacked some kind of decisiveness s things." Mitsuha thought, these are really pungent words.However, there is nothing you can do, right? "What do you mean terrible? To the man who painted that picture?" "No, for myself, it's scary." Ezaki leaned deeply on the back of the bench, exhaling a long puff of smoke. "As I said just now," he pulled back the topic, "except for masters, it's for money to teach painting, or to take on some small jobs, right?" "yes." "Anyway, it's pretty good just to be able to engage in painting-related work and make a living from it. Many people have side jobs and want to hide certain things. That's what I am." "yes?" "My parents had the foresight. A long time ago, they bought a piece of land and built an old-style apartment. Later, the subway became popular and the transportation was convenient. Before they died, they were rebuilt into a new-style apartment. Up to now, they can still rent it out to people at a not-so-bad rent. " Ezaki stopped talking, Mika didn't know how to answer. "That's why I can live such an elegant life. Of course, I am not rich, but living alone will not be difficult. Moreover, I still have the signboard of 'painter'." "Those who can do this still need to..." "Talent." Ezaki continued. He arched his upper body, pressed the cigarette to the concrete floor by his feet, extinguished the cigarette, and threw it into the portable ashtray he took out from his pocket. "You young people will say that! Indeed, I am also talented. Hanging up a sign for a while, or teaching painting in a cultural center like now, that's exactly my level. Maybe this level is better, because I'm thinking, if I had more talent, maybe I'd just be a painter, wouldn't I? Of course, I wouldn't have a side hustle. Because in fact, I'm a little less... no, talent There are slightly more people who are still living lonely lives than me." Jiang Qi stopped talking... because he saw several middle-aged and elderly men and women holding sketchbooks approaching him. "Ah! We're going over there now." As soon as the other party spoke, he looked at his watch and stood up. "Excuse me." He looked back at Mei Xia, a trace of regret appeared on his face.He was thinking, I have talked too much to such a child! "Teacher, please take a look at this picture of the mountain village!" "The teacher talked to young girls again..." A member of the group leaving lively passed the man facing the easel and glanced at his canvas. "Oh! You can draw!" There was a voice of admiration from his heart. The male painter was assassinated. On the night of the 28th, on the lively S Street in T City, a nearby shop assistant found a man lying on the ground bleeding.The man was a painter named Ezaki Koichi (45) who lived in the urban area. He was stabbed in the left shoulder with a sharp knife and fell into a coma. The painter (41), who had been acting with Mr. Ezaki before the incident, is missing, and the police think he may know something, so they are looking for him. Meixia put the newspaper on the dining table, and there was a loud slap, and she found that she was more excited than she expected. Mr. Koichi Ezaki, a painter living in the urban area... this is that man.A few days ago, "Ezaki-sensei" was talking to her in a park in full bloom with cherry blossoms.Meixia is so sure, the name below the surname also matches the first letter engraved on the lighter, and the age is also the same.She didn't think there would be several "painters" who met so many conditions around here. "What's wrong?" Dad asked. That day was Monday, Meixia was struggling with the script and stayed up all night. When she woke up, her mother had already gone to work, and her father was still at home.Dad always goes out late in the morning and comes back late, mostly in the middle of the night. "The news published here says that the painter was assassinated." "Yes what's the matter?" Her father works in a newspaper office, and Meixia is spreading out the publication of this newspaper, so she has some kind of relationship with Meixia's father.But what form?Summer is still unclear. "I think I saw him in the park not long ago." Meixia briefly explained what happened last week, but did not talk about the conversation with Ezaki. "So that's the case, then this should be that person!" said the father. "I dictated that the person who wrote this report said a lot, as if the painter Zheng Jianbo was wanted." "Politics and blog?" "It was the one who painted the murals when the M station was newly built..." When he said that, Mei Xia still had no idea at all, probably only those who are familiar with these things would know! "It's a well-known painter. I've never heard of Ezaki Koichi who was assassinated. However, the other person who appeared here, the one who disappeared, seems to be that Zheng Kanhiro." "But, he disappeared..." "Looking at this report, it seems that the other person assassinated Ezaki and is on the run, right? When I wrote it, it made people think that way because of the strong suspicion." "Strong suspicion?" This kind of statement is puzzling. "But, is there any testimony from Ezaki himself?" "He said that he didn't know who it was. The moment he turned his head, he was stabbed near the collarbone by someone from behind." With the ballpoint pen on hand, his father tapped near the top of his chest. "He said he fell down immediately and didn't see the other person's face, which may or may not have been political." "Aren't there any witnesses?" "Yes, many people saw the victim and Zhengkan coming to the tea shop on the first floor of the miscellaneous building. They seemed to be arguing about something in the corner. According to the victim, he went to the toilet and came back, opened the Go out the back door. There seems to be a fierce quarrel between the two, so he wants to calm down! As a result, he felt that there was someone behind him, and he was assassinated as soon as he turned around, and he didn't know what happened next..." "Just because of this, is it considered to be a political and criminal act?" "In terms of the situation, he must be the suspicious person! The victim's wallet or other things have not been stolen. As I said just now, the atmosphere between the local government and the victim is very sinister. Both I have been friends from the past, but recently there seems to be some money disputes! Moreover, I heard that the fingerprint of the political weapon is on the knife. It is consistent with the fingerprints of Zhengkan's other possessions. Isn't this strong evidence? ?" "But how could a famous painter..." "Although they are famous, they are only local celebrities. However, this is a money dispute! The political party should be richer, but the rich assassinate the poor? Generally speaking, it is the other way around, right?" After pondering for a while, my father said: "Their world is also entangled! It's just that it's rare to see someone with a knife wound, but no matter which world, this kind of thing will happen!" After finishing speaking, his father went to work, leaving Meixia still there in a daze. I have to go to the hospital in the afternoon, and there is nothing to do before going to the hospital.She wasn't confident that she could transfer to a tram or a bus, so she took a taxi... Just as she was thinking about it, she thought of a possibility.Ezaki was sent by ambulance, right?It was the same when Meixia herself was in a car accident. She went to the phone, and there was a small paragraph written in the newspaper, "If you have any comments or questions, please call." She dialed the number written on it, and said to the person who answered the phone: "I am a newspaper reader." Of course, it cannot be said that my father is working there anymore. "This morning's newspaper reported about the painter Ezaki. It is said that he was assassinated the night before." "What happened to that report?" "I want you to tell me where he is hospitalized. I have learned painting from Mr. Ezaki, and I want to visit him." Such a little lie, she broke it out without any trouble. "Please wait a moment." The man on the phone said in a troublesome voice. Even so, he returned a few minutes later with the name of the hospital.She lived in the same general hospital as Mei Xia when she was hospitalized, and it was also where she was going this afternoon. The few hours until the afternoon felt extremely long, Meixia thought about many things during this period. From what my father heard about this case... Ezaki and Masaken, the two painters' "knife wound incident", felt a little incongruous from the very beginning.However, it is different in nature from the doubts my father felt. My father's question was "Since it's a money dispute, it's more natural for poor people to assassinate rich people, but this time it's the other way around, which is strange." However, Mei Xia understood that her father had misunderstood. Comparing these two people, the rich one is the unknown painter Ezaki, and the more famous Zhengkan is a poor man.Ezaki has the income that can be obtained from the apartment. Didn't he say that to Mika at the time? "Slightly less than me, no, people with slightly more talents are still living a lonely life than me." The dissonance Summer felt was another matter.She kept thinking that the problem was Ezaki's testimony. It's strange to think that you don't know who assassinated you, isn't it?Even if it was only for a split second, if he stabbed from the chest instead of the back, he should be able to see the opponent's face.If it's someone you don't know, so that you can't figure out what it looks like, it's understandable.However, if you can't tell the difference between your acquaintances and strangers... No matter how you look at it, it's unnatural, Meixia can't help but think so, so what's going on? Ezaki lied... probably that's it. However, it is true that Ezaki was assassinated, and if he is lying, which of the two situations is this?He actually knew that it was Zheng Jian who assassinated him, but didn't he say he would protect him?Or knew that the assassin was not a political party, but didn't say so, so that people around him thought that the political party was a criminal? If it's the former, it's fine.Even if Ezaki wants to protect Zhengkan, it is useless, because the police have already suspected Zhengkan.but…… If it is the latter, then who actually assassinated Ezaki? In front of Meixia's eyes, the scene of a park in full bloom appeared.Sitting on the bench and hearing Ezaki's words, he woke up in his mind without any context. "Anyway, it's pretty good just to be able to engage in painting-related work and make a living from it. Many people have side jobs and want to hide certain things. That's what I am." "Talent. You young people would say that! Indeed, I am also talented. Temporarily hanging a sign, or like now, teaching in a cultural center. My level is just that." Thinking about these words while thinking.The question mentioned by the father is not the point, and it is no wonder, because he does not know the financial situation of the two of them.However, don't father's words also contain the truth? Generally poor people assassinate rich people.If it was because of money disputes that Zheng Kancai assassinated Ezaki, it would be in line with this principle (contrary to what my father thinks), but if it is not about money...for example, in terms of painting talent, maybe the same principle can often be applied . Just like poor people assassinate rich people, (comparatively) less talented people assassinate (than themselves) talented people, doesn't this kind of thing happen more? If the two of them are acting according to this principle, it would be very strange that Ezaki did not assassinate Zhengkan.However, it was Ezaki who was assassinated, and Zhengkan was not assassinated.Jiang Qi was sent to the hospital, Zheng and missing.However, no one actually saw when Zheng Jian assassinated Jiang Wei... "I'm talented too." "He is so persistent, but what he draws is like a kanban painting." "That's just my level." "That kind of painting is scary. For me, it's scary." Mei Xia stood up, supported the back of the sofa, walked to the window, opened the glass window, and took a deep breath. "Ah! That time..." The electric bed was halfway up, and the left half of the body was wrapped up and lying on the ground. It was indeed the man at that time. The cheerful voice, the wrinkles on the corners of the mouth when laughing, are all the same character as the "Ezaki" Meixia saw in the park, but the moment he entered the ward, he didn't look like him.Wearing pajamas, bandages... I don't know why, and there are gauzes on her face, and bandages... She wonders if it's because of these gauze plasters? "Miss I met in the park, I don't seem to have asked your name." "Which word?" "The mouth of the cave, beautiful summer." "Ah! That's it! Good name." Ezaki nodded, she understood why the impression was different.It's glasses.He wore gold-rimmed glasses then, and now wears tawny tortoiseshell-rimmed, boxy glasses. "Thank you for visiting me, please sit down." This is a ward shared by two people, and the other person seems to have gone out.At his invitation, Meixia sat down on the round chair. "How's the foot?" "much better." "How come today?" "I saw about you in the newspaper. I think it should be the Mr. Ezaki I met at that time. I'm going to see a doctor today, and I heard that you are in this hospital..." She was a little nervous, afraid that he would ask who she heard it from, but he didn't ask, just said: "And then?" "what?" Ezaki kept looking at Mika's frightened eyes through the square tortoiseshell glasses. "You came here because you have something to say to me? Or do you want to ask me something?" "..." What should I do, go back without telling me?If you want to speak out, you need the courage to cross very high walls, but if you hide it in your heart, it will be very painful.It's like a confession of love, but, no matter whether you say it or not, has the other party already understood Meixia's intention? "It's about the person who assassinated you." Mei Xia made up her mind and finally started. "I heard it was a painter, a man named Zheng Kan. However, I also heard that you are not sure if it is him. Is it true?" "That's what I told the police, I'm not going to lie." "But, isn't that weird?" "why?" "I find it hard to accept. You will say that you didn't see Mei. It's okay if you assassinate from behind, but when you turned your head, the other party assassinated from the front! If that's the case..." "If what I said is strange," Ezaki said, "According to your speculation, what is going on?" While Meixia was confused, Ezaki stretched out his free right hand to the cabinet, and took out cigarettes and lighters from the drawer. "Can you open the window for me? Open it wider. When the other guy comes back, if there's still a smell of smoke, he'll be very talkative." Mika did as instructed, returned to his seat, Ezaki had already started to engage in bad habits that bothered his roommates.Watching him exhale a long puff of smoke, flowing towards the window, Meixia cheered up and continued to speak. "If there is a problem with what you said, then the answer is one of the following two. Mr. Ezaki knew that he was assassinated by Mr. Zhengkan, but he wanted to protect Mr. Zhengkan, so he didn't mention it. Or the opposite... Knowing that he was not assassinated by the political party, yet he still didn’t say anything.” "The former is really a good talk." Jiang Qi said: "You don't come all the way to speak these words with a cane, do you? If it's the latter, what will you do then?" "If it wasn't for Mr. Zheng Kanan's assassination..." "Who was I assassinated by?" Along with the smoke, he spit out words: "If you know it but don't say it, you are still protecting the other party. You are protecting someone other than Zhengjian!" "It's you." Meixia finally said, she bit her lip and thought, there was no way out. "Myself?" Ezaki exaggeratedly raised his brows and said, his smiling side seemed to be stiff. Isn't he smiling inside?Or is it because of the wound on the cheek?When did you get the wound on the cheek?If everything was as Ezaki's testimony, if he was hit on the shoulder, there shouldn't be any scuffle. "What do you mean by me?" "I'm being rude, but it's possible. "Mr. Ezaki, after having an argument with Zhengkan at the tea shop, went outside through the back door and stood there for a few minutes. You expect that Zhengkan will come to check on you if you don't go back. "Actually, when Mr. Zhengkan came, Mr. Ezaki took out the knife... You must have obtained Mr. Zhengkan's sword beforehand! With that knife, you suddenly stabbed yourself in the shoulder and fell to the ground. "Mr. Zhengkan was probably very surprised! Because in this situation, I was easily suspected... because the knife belonged to Mr. Zhengkan, and there was a money dispute. He knew that if he stayed there, the matter would be serious, so he escaped Go. Have you considered these possibilities?" Ezaki still had the same stiff smile and remained silent. "And, if it's the situation you said..." Mei Xia, who had already started paddling in the sea, continued recklessly: "When a person stands in a daze and is assassinated by someone approaching from behind, it is more natural to stab him from behind. Even if he hears footsteps coming from behind, put If the whole face is turned backwards, the body will also be turned together? But, isn’t that the case when the knife is stabbed in from the front? Because I can’t use the knife to stab myself in the back..." "I see." Jiang Qi interjected mockingly, "What is my motivation for doing this?" Meixia couldn't answer, not because she couldn't think of an answer.Even when she presumes to list the speculations, she avoids giving answers. Motivation, Mei Xia only said in her heart.The motive is the picture drawn by the old man in front of the bench at that time.Because you said that painting was scary. A talent that is unbalanced with the mind, or a persistence that far exceeds the talent.Because, you say, the painting that makes this clear "is scary to me."Because of this fear, you assassinated Zhengkan.You did not assassinate his body, but your own body, his reputation. "Very interesting story." He decided that Mika was not going to speak. Ezaki twirled the cigarette that had become very short and said: "Although the finishing touch is missing, it would be better if you also explained the motive. Regarding what you just said, there are several I can correct it for you.” Misha was silent.Will you list the places where you accidentally guessed wrong? "Let's start with something simple! First of all, I was not stabbed in the back. I walked out of the back door of the tea shop and stood against the wall of the building." "what?" "I didn't have my back to the back door. I always said that the person who assassinated me came from behind, to be more precise, from the diagonally behind. In the police investigation book, they have already got to the bottom of it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have used such rigorous words, and would have only talked about it, but you can’t blame me for it! So it’s impossible to assassinate me from the back, whether it’s the political party or anyone else.” "..." "Also, speaking of Zheng Jian, he hasn't disappeared. I heard that he surrendered himself at noon today. If it's a newspaper, the evening paper shouldn't be possible, right? It will be published in the morning paper tomorrow!" Mei Xia was at a loss, he said he would surrender... "It's very easy for this kind of thing to happen! Get angry at every turn. Arguing about wanting to borrow money, settling previous debts before borrowing money, etc., are just some realistic things, and the two people are arguing ridiculously. "What else is there? You said that I don't even know if it was Zheng Jian who assassinated me. This is very strange. However, I am telling the truth. From the perspective of common sense, let's not talk about whether it is Zheng Jian or not. Anyway, I was right that I couldn't see the other person's face at the time. "While standing in a daze, someone suddenly rushed to the chest. The person in a daze should be able to see the other person's face... This must be when the heights of the two people are not much different! My height is relatively tall. He was short, quite short, standing next to me, a full head short. "So, at that moment, I had almost no chance to see Zheng Kan's face, and I didn't wear glasses. At that time, I felt like I was staring at the head, and I was blowing the night breeze outside. At this time, almost everyone who wears glasses will Take off your glasses. "At this time, the other party bumped into me, and the glasses fell from my hands and broke. I fell right on top of the glasses, and the shards of the lenses cut my face. It's a pity, those are good glasses. It's better than the one I'm wearing now. Much better." Meixia was still silent, she felt ashamed and had nowhere to go, she really wanted to seep into the linoleum on the floor and disappear, what did I say? "Anyway, what you said is interesting, really." Ezaki said while lighting a new cigarette. "It can't be said that there is no unpleasant feeling at all, it should be said that there is a little bit! But the interesting feeling is better than the unpleasant feeling, so you don't have to worry about it. After all, you are hospitalized like this, and you have a broken bone, right? You can have such an interesting feeling.话题，我就很感谢了。我没骗你，我是说真的，跟警察的调查书一样真实。” 即使他这样说，还是一点都轻松不起来。她心里面重复着，自己只是个会讲理论，其实什么都不懂的小孩。 “总之，也不错，不是吗？” "what?" “对你来讲不错。” 烟雾缭绕中，江崎露出认真的表情说：“当时，你在公园不是说过吗？你必须写演剧社的剧本，却想不出灵感，说你自己没有才华吗？” "yes!" “你能想到这些情节，那就没问题了。你有创作故事的才华喔！我保证。” 美夏确实是什么都不知道的小孩，可是，她也不会当真听信这种话。刚才的“故事”，只不过就像用卡片做出来的房子一样……没有内在，薄薄的，立刻就会崩垮的东西。 所以，美夏调正了姿势，带着那个年龄可以理解的痛苦与谦虚，对着半身被绷带包裹着，在床上坐起上半身的男人这么回答：“我的程度刚好只有那样。” ——可怕的画完——