Chapter 24 Scene 3 The Poet of the Hypocrites

"Mr. Kazu, things are getting more and more unpleasant. I can't figure out what the prisoner is thinking." Once back to the original room, the police department said melancholy. "Is this the prelude to the third act? It overlaps with this incident. It is understandable that Miss Sang Tian is so excited--the lion was killed, as a literary expression, I understand--I don't know if there will be other things. What was killed. Just stabbed with a dagger..." "Things made of stone cannot be pierced. Even if the blade protrudes, it will not be effective." "But why do you want to do that crazy imitation? This time the object is not a doll."

"In a sense, the same thing as a doll may in some sense have a stronger effect than a doll... In the beliefs of primitive peoples there is such a thing as a totem. It is well known that the American Indians had certain animal The custom of being the patron saint of the race. These animals are different according to the race, such as the race that worships the lynx, the race that worships the leopard, and the race that worships the cow. The symbolic carvings of these animals are decorated on the pillars at the entrance of the tribe... This is the totem pole." "After the history of the French Revolution, this time it's mannequins, and the third act is American Indians..." the police department said in a ruthless voice. "Mr. Kazu, after all, I don't have the confidence to hang this prisoner. When I was thinking about arresting that guy in handcuffs, the guy laughed, 'Miss Ophelia, after all, you came out to the nunnery, why don't you go to the hospital? '"

"Before this, I had never met such a person, and even then I had this kind of thought about this incident for the first time." "It's a pity that there is something abnormal about the other party's nerves, I have to think so. Imitate his abnormal nerve thoughts and pursue this matter from the prisoner's point of view. He is a real abnormal person-fast forward to the neurology department of Dongda University. However, I can’t be satisfied with doing ethnological research forever, do I want to meet the second person? The next one I’m going to meet is Masao Sugiura.”

The department opened the door and signaled to the officer standing in the hallway.Soon, the poet came in with a strange laugh of 'hee hee hee hee hee'. It's a smile, but it's not a genuine smile.His face was crooked in an indescribably ugly way, as if he was about to burst into tears.The two huge eyeballs rolled, looked first at the police department, then at Kyousuke, and then sat down on the chair alone.The police department had a strange idea at this time. When the man cried, he made a hee hee hee hee sound, but he was not crying. "Mr. Sugiura, we didn't invite you here because we have doubts about you." Kyosuke said kindly, as if understanding the other party's feelings. "However, we still want to learn about the situation from you, as a reference to solve the incident, nothing else."

"It doesn't matter if you talk to me." The poet turned his face away surlyly like a child. This was an attitude Kyousuke hadn't expected at all.I heard from Yansan that this poet should be a poisonous tonguer.Kyousuke thought that he himself was not guilty, but he felt the so-called inferiority complex for the harsh reality of life such as disability, looked at the world with crooked eyes, and expressed the unspeakable depression in his chest with vicious words whenever and wherever. "The work of a poet is also very hard. I have friends who write poems and submit them to magazines, and some friends are the president of a publishing house. When I read the resumes of some contributors, I often have such conversations—Mr. Kazu, there are strange things written here Right. In a certain year of the Showa era, I aspired to become a poet; in a certain year of the Showa era, I aspired to become a poet. This gentleman has no sense of poetry at all. I don’t know about other countries or other eras. At least in Japan now, poets don’t become poets just by making aspirations .Let’s not talk about becoming a member of the council if you aspire to be a member, and let’s not talk about masters. Today’s magazines only pay 500 yuan for a poem. Poets are born poets, and they don’t just have to be determined. We talk about these things.”

"Are you mocking me?" Sugiura Masao looked back.There was a terrifying shadow in his eyes, with lightning-like anger. "Like you said, poets, no, there are all kinds of people who are called poets. Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee Get pocket money from women to live on. When convincing women, read poetry in a beautiful voice, and women are stupid enough to fall for him like that. However, I don’t have such a strange female confidant. Hee hee hee hee..." Kyousuke also had a pitiful expression, which was not unreasonable.Obviously, he didn't intend to question the poet from the beginning, and it was more necessary to worry about hurting the other party's mood.However, when throwing a shocking question to the other party, there is no way for the other party to accept one, two, or even all of it.

"I don't want to ask too much about this matter... Did you also compose that strange song with the original score changed?" Masao Sugiura's eyes suddenly lit up as if thinking of something, and his face shrouded in shadows turned into a bright coffin. "Yes, I wrote that song." "Why... no, where did it come from? What hints?" "What's the reason... Do you want me to explain clearly? It's a murder notice." "what!" "Hee hee hee hee, I was the one who killed those two people. That's why I sang that song first to warn the victims."

Kyousuke and the police department looked at each other with blank faces.Although he knew that the poet had the character of a hypocrite, he did not expect him to say that he was a criminal so directly. "Mr. Police Department, I am indeed a criminal! Please arrest me. Immediately, from here, from here..." Sugiura Masao got off his chair and knelt down on the floor, looking at the face of the police department and begging.The police department turned away secretly: "I don't believe it. This kind of thing is impossible..." "Don't you believe it? Why? Isn't it true that I have confessed like this?"

"Mr. Sugiura, stop making trouble. It's not like this, it's too sloppy and ridiculous." The police department gnashed their teeth and roared, "According to the new constitution, unless the suspect confesses, he can't make a guilty verdict. Without direct conclusive evidence, you There's no way you're going to get arrested. That's going to be a laughingstock." "why why?" "Are you planning to go there to talk about it? Good time. Although I don't know what you are worried about, do you want to talk about it after lighting the fuse here? For example, in the first incident, no matter how short the prisoner was, at least there were ordinary men." Height, this has been confirmed. How tall are you? How many feet, your height?"

"Of course I used assistants. Please someone, I rented a house and put down the guillotine." "You said there was an accomplice, all right. So who is the accomplice?" "It was somewhere—no, to be precise, the man I met in the 'Glass Tower'. I don't know his name and address, but he's a bastard...I paid him for it." "It's a very good reason. I met the right person. People who have never met before, robbers, murders, etc., practical problems sometimes happen. How dare you play the piano..." The police department became more and more unhappy, with a completely mocking tone , "Then, I agree with what you said about the first incident. What about this time? How did that man come to the villa last night?"

"He came from the back mountain... Whistle and told me to go out, saying that he stole the doll. Then, in the middle of the night, he called me out again, saying that the doll had been shattered and it was time for someone to turn..." "Shut up!" The police department slammed their fists on the table. "I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore. Even if that man is identified, you are also identified. What is the motive for killing someone?" "Mr. Police Department, have you seen the movie 'Poison and the Old Woman'? That family is all murderers, right? There is no reason, they kill indiscriminately in the name of favor. On the surface, they are two people who are not even worms. The old woman who had the heart to kill, and her brother who thought he was the former President Roosevelt, said that they were digging the Panama Canal and digging pits in the basement to bury the corpses. The murderer was caught, but the motive was unreasonable. I am also a murderer , that man is also a murderer, and the two murderers met by chance..." The police department already looked as if they wanted to be angry but couldn't get angry: "Mr. Kazumi, this is not the person you are looking for. It's just a matter of time, let Mr. Sawamura, a psychiatrist, meet him. I will ask that gentleman..." At this time, Kyousuke, who silently listened to Masao Sugiura confide lies in his ear, said loudly, "Mr. Sugiura, why did you do such a stupid imitation?" "..." "I'm also a quack doctor. Although I'm not professional in mental illness, it's easy to tell if the other party is a real psychopath." "..." "Why did you start such an obvious imitation? Why did you abuse yourself so much?" "..." "You should know something. Facts—you know at least some of the secrets lying at the bottom of this incident, and you hold the key to solving this strange incident immediately. Usually, you don't say it clearly, but you just show it to us indirectly. Look. When we finally asked about it, I was worried that I would not be able to confess. That's why I took the initiative and pretended to be crazy...Isn't it right?" Sugiura Masao didn't answer anything, just looked at Kyousuke with eyes that were about to fly out.The unpleasant laughter came out of his throat again in waves. "It doesn't matter if you're pretending to be evil or pretending to be crazy, but that show can't fool us. What are you hiding, please show your cards." "Therefore . . . therefore I say I am a prisoner." Kyousuke got up and opened the door: "Let's talk about this today. How about you think about it for another night? If your mood is a little more stable... I will ask for advice tomorrow morning." "Why don't you arrest me? Then think again, and arrest me in another way tonight." Leaving behind a strange impromptu line, Sugiura Masao went out.As usual, strange laughter came from the corridor, and then gradually disappeared.Kyosuke returned to his seat, and while wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, he sighed heavily two or three times. "It's disgusting. Does this person have such virtues... Mr. Kazumi, when I listened to his words, I really wanted to arrest that guy and throw him in the detention center. If I knew something, I should consider forcing him to go to the prison. Frankly, I just sat across from him and urged him to reconsider." "That's not a smart way to do it. To deal with a person like that, you have to do the opposite to be effective. He is definitely not a prisoner of this incident-that's because it is physically impossible. You know, what the man thought at the time." Say those stupid things. He must know that it is impossible for you to arrest him as a prisoner or for me to treat him as a mental patient...Why? Why?" Of course, the Gaochuan Police Department couldn't explain the questions that Kyosuke couldn't understand. "Let's just say that the whole point of everything is not normal. I'm literally in a mental hospital." "I feel the same way." Kyousuke let out a long breath.