Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Death of the Tramp

Two years later, in the middle of the night on March 13th, in the game center located in the corner of Kabukicho in Shinjuku, three teenagers in their fifteenth and sixteenth years were quietly discussing something.Probably because it was too late, there were not many customers in the store.The store is equipped with a variety of video game-based slot machines, laser targeting, submarine games, water guns, electric horse racing and other facilities. The teenagers looked exhausted.They behaved badly and dressed like hooligans, but their faces still kept their childish appearance. "It's boring!" A boy with perm hair yawned and said.He was wearing a fancy jacket.

"It's so boring. It would be fun if the world went back to the war years!" The boy with the back of his head echoed. "War? If there is a fight, we can shoot and kill people with bang bang bang! But now we can only play this trick in the game console, which is boring!" The third boy muttered dissatisfiedly.He has curly hair covered in a purple hair net and a pair of dark sunglasses, so-called shades, hung forward at a 45-degree angle over the bridge of his nose.I don't know what curse the three of them cast, and there are silver pieces of paper pasted on the left earlobe.

All three of them wore baggy trousers. "Video games are for kids, we can't play them forever!" said the perm in the embroidered forged jacket.Apparently, he was the leader of the three.He is the biggest in terms of size, and he speaks with a slightly adult accent. "Are we brats?" Big Back asked dissatisfied. "It's okay to say we are." Curly laughed self-deprecatingly.When he looks up, his small mung bean eyes can be seen through the sunglasses. "We can't play this forever!" said the perm head. "Then how do you say to play?" Big Back asked.

"Catch a girl for gang rape!" Curly Hair suggested. "Don't mention those old ideas. Actually, I came up with a new idea recently." The perm stared at the faces of the other two, as if saying: Think about it! "You said you've thought about it, so what's the idea?" "Let's make an appointment first, and we must never tell others." "I promise." When the interest of the two of them was aroused, the perm said: "Kill!" "Kill the ring?" "Yes, for real!" "You said to kill, but what to kill?"

"I have made a decision to kill." "Person? Is it a human 'person'?" "Nonsense! Are there any non-human beings in the world?" "But, to kill a real person..." "It's just because it's killing real people, so it's enjoyable. No matter how you kill in the game console, it's still a game in the end. That kind of game is played by kids, so we have to kill real people." "But if we are caught, we will be sentenced to death, right?" "Bastard! Can't we let them catch you? Just in case we are caught, because we are all underage, we will never be sentenced to death. Why, don't you dare to kill?" The perm glanced provocatively The faces of the partners.

"But who shall we kill?" Big Back asked boldly, but his voice was hoarse. "Kill those scoundrels lying in Shinjuku Station all day long. Isn't there a few people lying there in the East Exit Underpass? Just kill them. Get rid of them, and the underground street will be clean. This is a good thing to be happy about. They are the scum of society. No one cares if one or two die." When he was speaking, the gaze of the perm-haired head was as frightening as a murder weapon. "Really?" The voices of the two trembled slightly. "It's true. I don't have time to coax you to play here! You can do it if you don't want to, I will do it alone. But since you heard it, you are an accomplice. If I get caught, I will tell you your names .”

Being threatened by the boss like this, the cheeks of the two of them trembled a little. "I'll make it clear for you, don't even think about giving up halfway!" "Of course, we will never give up halfway." The two shook their shoulders. "As expected, you still have some guts." "Speaking of which, those scoundrels are in groups of three or four, we can't kill that many!" Big Back shook his head with words of opposition, probably still wanting to stop this plan. "We have to target individual guys. There are lone wolves among the rogues. No, not wolves, but stray dogs. We want to find the ones that the rogue group doesn't want, catch one and kill them."

The perm head knocks down the opposition without breaking a sweat.In order to break the silence of the big-backed and curly-haired heads, he continued to encourage: "If you are a man, fuck him. If you want to be a real man, kill a real man! It's okay, it's the same as killing a cat and a dog. Don't treat him as a human being. Those guys are the dregs of society, aren't they? people!" He is completely unaware that it is he who has lost his humanity. Hakomori Tokichi wandered behind the food street near Kabukicho, and unknowingly came to Okubo 1-chome Park.He held the leftovers of food and beer he had picked up in both hands.Although the weather is still cold, it is not as cold as the severe winter.

All his property is the travel bag he carried when he came out of his hometown, the cardboard box he used for sleeping and an umbrella he picked up. After arriving in Tokyo, he went to the construction workers' dormitory to look for fellow villagers, but the fellow villagers had already left there. He lived a wandering life, and finally found work in this part of the valley, which was the lowest job among casual laborers, digging foundations. Digging holes like a mole every day, the introducer had to draw a commission of 300 to 500 yuan from the hard-earned more than 4,000 yen (the daily wage at the time).The rest of the money is for housing and food expenses, and there is not much left on hand, and there is no room for remittances to the family.All I ate were noodles and rice, and sometimes I had to drink a glass of cheap soju to relieve the fatigue caused by heavy labor and the loneliness away from my family.

However, even this kind of work is not found every day.From early in the morning he stood on the road where the temporary foreman passed, waiting eagerly, and only if he was lucky could he find a job. The only property in the dormitory-the travel bag was stolen by others, and it contained his only little money.He blamed the dormitory owner, but the other party said that it was his own thing to manage here, and he ignored the box guard at all.Not long after, the accommodation fee was gone. Although I wanted to go back home, I didn't have to worry about it. A year later, Hakomori wanted to get closer to his hometown, so he came to Shinjuku.This is the street he first stepped into when he came to Tokyo. For him, this is the lobby of Tokyo.

This is a wonderful street.The valley is a place where the odd people in society meet in twos and threes, while Shinjuku is the "chowder pot" of the world.The valley is filled with smoke and smoke, and in Shinjuku, the casual workers and the homeless are no more than "a class" that makes up the street. Although they must not be the protagonists of the street, this street can ensure their living place.In short, Shinjuku has no protagonist.Here, permanent residents, day-only or night-only lodgers, and mere movers are all equal. Therefore, Box Shou took this place as his base.There is a wealth of food in the food street. Except for the period from late at night when the rolling shutter iron gate falls to 4:00 in the morning, as long as you enter the station, you can shelter from the wind and rain.There are about 50 homeless people gathered in Dongkou, but they are highly mobile and have not formed a fixed group. It is precisely because of this that people are so happy to miss Shu.During his wandering life, Box Shou quickly got used to everything here.The past events in his hometown and the lives of his relatives are like the distant past, and they are gradually fading in his mind. Unambitious, freed from all desires, free from all responsibilities, there is nothing in the world that is more easygoing than a vagabond.Sleep when you want to sleep, get up when you think about it, and find leftovers when you are hungry. They do not belong to any unit.It doesn't belong to the township, it doesn't belong to the company, it doesn't even belong to the country.They are simply parasitic on society.Although they were parasitic, they did not cause anyone any trouble.They live off the leftovers of this rich society. Unlike the "beggars" of the past, today's homeless are not so shabby.Carry all the belongings, it's just a little dirtier than ordinary people.Not long after arriving in Shinjuku, Hakomori unexpectedly reunited with someone. "Isn't this uncle?" In the back street of Kabukicho, several young women suddenly called him. When he looked back, he saw a 20-year-old young girl standing in front of him.She was dressed like a prostitute, but there was still innocence on her face.I have a little impression of the face, but I can't remember who it is. "Uncle, it's me. We took the train together from Matsumoto, right?" Having said that, Hakomori finally remembered. "Ah, then..." "Uncle, are you in Shinjuku now?" The girl sitting next to me when she came to Tokyo, now a complete city girl, was looking at Hakomori.Her clothing and make-up suggest that she has lived a wealthy life since arriving in Tokyo. "Well, yes!" Hakomori suddenly felt ashamed of his poor appearance.The wandering life that can only be lived without an acquaintance was unexpectedly seen by an "acquaintance", and a kind of ordinary people's feeling of saving face was revived. "I work in a club near here. I never expected to meet an uncle here. Well, as long as you are in good health, it's better than anything else!" She also sensed the general idea from Box Mori's attire, so she didn't speak deeply.At this time, she notified her name for the first time - "Iwasa Xiko". Since then, the two have often seen each other on the street.Xizi works at a tryst club nearby, and Hakomori also understands what this tryst club is up to.how to say?In order to survive in the city, a woman can only sell her own body. Xizi often invites him to eat noodle soup, during which Xizi will reveal some of her life. "After doing this job, I realize that all men in the world are the same!" "How is everything?" "All yearn for tenderness." "Longing for a woman's tenderness?" "The same can be said, but they need greater tenderness. Men live in this world with some weaknesses. Maybe they can't realize their own weaknesses. They always spend great efforts to live tenaciously. They need others to comfort them gently Inner fragility." "Do they need your comfort?" "It's impossible to satisfy them for an hour. During this hour, they are just busy tasting the sweetest place of a woman. However, in this hour's relationship, you can also see the fragility of their hearts from their expressions." "What's their weakness?" "I can't say a word clearly. However, they often show themselves in front of me, speak ill of their wives and opponents at work, and some trivial matters in the company. I can see their weaknesses from this There are sometimes quite a few famous people among the guests! This is really unexpected. It looks like they have a lot of wives and concubines, but in fact they still want women, how ridiculous! They muttered to me for a long time, and told me not to tell anyone, let I must keep it a secret. Really, if you don’t believe me, a woman who buys for 30,000 yen an hour, don’t tell me! But they still treat me as a ‘sorrow hole’.” "Sorrow hole?" "In order to eliminate depression, you have to dig a hole and fill it with what you want to say. This is called the 'hole for eliminating sorrow'." "This is the Sorrow Hole!" "I play the role of closing the hole of sorrow in men's weakness. I am very satisfied with this job." "Then again, you only come into contact with unspecified men, it's disgusting! It's better to find a backer." "I didn't expect Uncle to say such a thing. I don't want to belong to anyone. There are also people like you mentioned among the guests who want to buy me a house and give me hundreds of thousands of yen in pocket money every month. He is the only one. However, I don’t think that is the life of a human being. I don’t know when he will come, and I am alone all day. Isn’t that a sex slave? Although I am now called for 30,000 yen an hour A girl, but not a slave. I have the freedom to choose my guests." "That's true. It's not a slave." "Uncle thinks so too. Don't you want to be a slave of the company, uncle, and do your current job?" "It's not my job." "That's freelancing!" "Yes, it's a freelance job. It's a pleasant word. This job also has the freedom of not being bound by anyone or any unit, and exposing corpses in the wilderness. Of course I am free." "I'll buy you a beer. Cheers to our freedom!" The call girl and the homeless develop a wonderful friendship, no, it's a natural one.The bond that connects the two is freedom.Most people in society, because they are afraid of the freedom that includes the wilderness in this freedom, bind themselves in the shackles of management. Ordinary people walk in shackles, but Hakomori and Xizi walk among them unrestrained. In the middle of the night on March 13, Hakomori "dined" in a corner of the park in Okubo 1-chome, and then laid out the cardboard boxes and went to sleep.This park is located in the middle of the Lover Hotel Street. At this time, there are few people except for the romantic men and women who pass by occasionally.Because it is a little far from the bustling streets of Kabukicho, drunks don't come here. This is Hakomori's comfort zone.There are so many good dishes for today's leftovers.After the beginning of spring, food poisoning must be avoided, but there is no need to worry about the fresh rice that has just been left.As if to reflect the richness of this era, there was a whole plate of yakiniku left without chopsticks.Vegetables are also available; leftover beer is also quite sufficient. You can get enough nutrition every day, and the slight intoxication after drinking the leftover beer makes you feel intoxicated, and then you get into the cardboard box to sleep, it is really happy like a fairy.Compared with the pure noodle meals, cheap soju, and triple bunk beds in cheap hotels in the valley, life now is really superior. Recently, he has not dreamed of his relatives in his hometown, which shows that he has fully integrated into the life of a homeless person.Box Shou thinks, no matter how you live, it will be a lifetime, so what's wrong with living a wandering life like this?However, winter is more difficult.Let's think about winter things in winter!One day is one day, and it is useless to look forward and backward. This is optimism, and it is also the wisdom necessary for wandering life.Allow nothing to dilute the ecstasy now. Just when Hakomori was drowsy, he was suddenly hit by a force.I covered my head, not knowing what happened.Then came a pain in the shoulder and upper arm. He didn't know why, and the instinct of self-defense woke him up.Although he didn't understand what was going on, he felt that the ominous omen was approaching. The box guard jumped up and had to run away immediately. "Oh shit!" "Don't run!" Three figures surrounded him, all wielding sticks and iron pipes in their hands.Although he didn't know why, he understood that these three people were making an unreasonable surprise attack on him. "Stop!" Box Guard yelled at the top of his lungs, but of course he couldn't stop this attack right here and now.The clubs and iron pipes came at him more violently. "Help, help!" The yelling to stop the attacker turned into a plea for help from a third party.However, in the middle of the night, no one came to help. "You old bastard, don't let me die!" One of the three was swinging down the iron pipe at him.The box guard clung to it desperately.His fingers endured bone-shattering pain, and the instinct of self-defense grabbed the enemy's weapon.The forces of survival and the forces of evil are confronting each other.Box Shou's forehead was cut and blood flowed all over his face. "What are you all doing? Hurry up and beat me up!" Facing the miserable appearance of the box guard, the two accomplices next to him were stunned; and the one who was fighting with the box guard for the iron pipe reprimanded them both. Immediately, the sticks of the two men also waved, and the box guard's resistance immediately weakened, and the iron pipe that he had finally grasped was taken away.Box Shou was bare-handed and defenseless in front of the three criminals carrying murder weapons, struggling with sticks.At this time, he didn't even cry for help, and he only resisted symbolically by instinct. The box guard jumped on the ground and tried to escape.He couldn't see how much blood had flowed.Why did he suffer such bad luck?He has no time to think about these.The defenseless box guard was hit by sticks like raindrops on his back.Finally, the box guard could not move. "Okay!" said the boy in the floral jacket. "He's dead!" the curly-haired boy cried. "Of course, I wanted to kill him in the first place!" The hunched-haired boy shrugged forcefully. "Then, let's run away! By the way, no one can tell the outside world!" The boy in the flower jacket said soberly. The body of Tokichi Hakomori was found by a newspaper delivery boy around 6:00 the next morning. He immediately called 110 to call the police, and the police rushed to the scene. The victim had multiple wounds all over his body, and the direct cause of death seemed to be a head injury with a broken skull, probably caused by a sudden beating while sleeping.The victim had lived in this neighborhood since a year ago. He was a homeless man in his forties and fifties, and he had no relics that could reveal his identity.After it was determined as a murder case, the Shinjuku Police Department established an investigative headquarters. Because the victim was a homeless man, the police suspected it was a fight between homeless men when they started the investigation.When I checked carefully, I got new information - at about 1:00 on the night of the incident, a nearby resident passed by the scene and found three young people who looked angry and ran out of the park in a panic. The resident said: "At that time, I thought they were fighting in groups and there was no need to hurt myself, so I didn't ask them. Now that I think about it, the three of them killed the homeless man and then fled the scene." The reconnaissance headquarters attached great importance to this information and made mock-up photos based on the witness's recollection. Investigators took the photos and went around Kabukicho to search extensively, and there was an immediate response.Continuous intelligence reports: There are three teenagers very similar to this photo, they often go to discotheques and video game centers in Kabukicho. The criminal police immediately set up guards for surveillance. On the third day after the incident, that is, at around 10:00 pm on March 16, three teenagers who were very similar to the simulated photos appeared in the "Mobius" ballroom.They have permed hair, big backs and curly hair, and wear fancy jackets or special attack uniforms often worn by bosozoku. They are domineering and arrogant, but all of them are fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys.They were also accompanied by two young girls who looked like middle school students in leggings. The recklessness of young people in this era is frightening.They sneaked into the almost full table without anyone else, sat in the seats closest to the dance floor, completely disregarding the dance partners they brought, and began to look for women. "What's the matter, there isn't a single decent woman!" said the boy in jacket who looked like the leader after looking at the women dancing on the dance floor. "It's still early!" Dabeitou said flatteringly. "How about it, let's dance!" The accompanying female companion urged. "Go and dance by yourself! This kind of radio gymnastics is still called dancing? It's boring!" The curly-haired boy put on the air of an old connoisseur.The two girls swollen their faces with anger, turned and went to the dance floor without saying a word.The boy's gaze closely followed the figures of the two girls.They couldn't find a suitable partner, and they couldn't let other men dance with the girls they brought. When the attention of the three teenagers followed the two girls, the detectives narrowed the encirclement.Since they are all minors, they must act with caution. When the sealing circle was formed, a policeman patted the jacket boy on the shoulder and said, "I'm a policeman, can you come with me?" The tone is calm, but the tone is undeniable.The three of them were stunned for a moment. "We didn't do anything bad!" the jacket boy screamed. "So, it's okay to come with me!" The other party's words were still firm, and the three of them instinctively felt the urgency of the situation.When they tried to escape, they were hugged by strong policemen. After being taken to the investigative headquarters, the three teenagers confessed to their crimes.They have no sense of crime, and when it comes to motives, they simply say: "I just did it for fun. Because they are homeless, living in the world is also unpleasant, so it doesn't matter if you kill them one or two." This sentence shocked the investigators.The teenager who was kicked out of the school spread his grudges on the homeless, and beat the defenseless victim to death with a club.For them, the dead are both human and non-human, just like the prey in the eyes of the hunter.However, the prey can also resist and escape. However, the victim who was suddenly attacked in his sleep could neither resist nor flee.In this way, a person's life was hunted by these fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys.It was horrific, and the scouts shuddered. The murderer of the homeless man was captured and the case was solved.Since the three juveniles were all under 16 years old, they were not subject to criminal prosecution, and they were sent from the family court to the juvenile identification center.The legal procedure stipulates that the juvenile's physical and mental diagnosis and identification should be carried out here, and then the treatment plan should be decided.That is to say, they will be sent to a juvenile home or placed under protective observation. However, no matter which method is used to deal with it, this crime that kills one life in a jest and is difficult for adults to commit will not be subject to anyone under the generous protection of the juvenile law. sanctions.Delinquent juveniles are not criminals but "patients" and thus exempt from sanctions.In order to "cure", they also need to be "protected". The oxtail is upright and puzzled.It is true that the criminals are teenagers under the age of 16, but they are very "mature" as evil forces.But they are still considered patients, not criminals. Treating the villainous party, which even the devil should shy away from, as a patient for protection and treatment, what effect will it have in the end?When they return to society, their bad behavior will definitely increase. The identity of the homeless man who was killed is unknown. It is only known that he lived in Shinjuku for about a year, and he doesn't even know his name.Because he lives in groups with other homeless people, no one knows his life experience.If he had been with other tramps, perhaps he would not have met such a tragic end! Before the victim wandered, there were relatives and hometowns!In the rolling tide of this huge unaccompanied metropolis, he became a victim of hooligans hunting for human life. The murderer was caught but could not be sanctioned, how wronged the victim was!If his relatives are identified, he really wants to send the remains back, but in this state, the victim can only become a wandering ghost. Among the victims' belongings was a video game console and several floppy disks, which were enshrined in their only possession, a travel bag.It must be a gift for the child. Although there is no travel expenses to go home, I imagined the smiling face of the child and bought it with the only money I had. Oxtail stared at the relics of the victim, an indescribable anger burning in his chest.What would the relatives of the victims think if they saw these relics?In order not to grieve the relatives of the victim, perhaps it is better to never know the identity of the victim! Driven by a sense of mission, he became a policeman and became a criminal policeman. Unfortunately, he was unable to help the relatives of the deceased in the face of grief.Even though the murderer can be caught, it still can't relieve the lament of the victim's relatives!