Chapter 12 Section VI

When I got home, I opened the drawer and took out the scrapbook. After dinner it's time for Dad to take a bath.He should have read today's newspaper, but compared to the morning, I no longer find the news of the suicide of a junior high school girl in Chiba Prefecture as attractive. I'm looking for an old newspaper story in my scrapbook.Got it, found it. The message was about a prisoner who serially murdered young girls.The murderer was thirty-three years old when he committed the crime, but it was also said that he would kill the cats in the neighborhood as a child. In this report, the opinion of a psychophysician was published.

'In a recent media report, the reporter obtained the prisoner's composition collection in elementary school and middle school in the past, and excerpted the composition he had written. The content was quite sensational.The reporter mentioned that the prisoner has been violent since childhood, and that he killed more dragonflies when he was a teenager than other people. I hope you can pay attention to these contents that may turn into murders. ' When I saw this article, I thought of- Killed more dragonflies in his youth than anyone else.Is this common? Dragonfly yeah.In autumn, they will fly in this area, and when the club goes out to explore the mountainous junior high school, you can see a lot of dragonflies casually.Members of the men's basketball club circled in front of the dragonfly with their fingers. When the dragonfly was killed, several girls even touched the dragonfly's corpse.And me, but not.

The wings of a dragonfly are as thin as silk, and there are organs in that thin body to help it live, which makes me feel incredible. When I was in nursery, my dad caught a dragonfly through the bathroom window.I brush my teeth on the sidelines. The strong sound of closing the window was almost at the same time as Dad's cry of "ah".I turned my head and saw that it was a dragonfly.Big and red, maybe that's what caused my trauma. Dad didn't panic too much, he just opened the window helplessly.The body of the dragonfly is crushed by the window frame.It flapped its wings in pain, snapping, snapping, flapping its wings.

Thin, paper-like bodies squished against the window frame.I was surprised it wasn't cut in half, and stared blankly at the dragonfly's painful struggle. Dad knocked the dragonfly out of the window, and its belly became as thin as a piece of paper.I'm not sure if that's its stomach, but it's just a puffy part like a tail.The pattern of the dragonfly is like a beautiful plaid, imprinted on the window.It wasn't watercolor paint or crayon, it was the color of the dragonfly's body.Take a close look with a microscope and you should be able to see biological cells. "Is this character written like this?" I suddenly questioned the common Chinese characters on weekdays. This phenomenon is called "Gestal tzerfall", and I had a Gestal tzerfall on dragonflies.What kind of creature is this?My body is like a helpless piece of paper, why can I survive?

I don't remember what Dad did with the dragonfly.Not long after I was in elementary school, I had the courage to ask my father, but my father just tilted his head and said, "Is there such a thing?" Not to perfuse me, he really doesn't remember.The life of a dragonfly is such a trivial matter to Dad. Now to check the window frame, there are no traces of dragonflies on it.Because my mother loves cleaning very much, every corner will be cleaned thoroughly, so my house is spotless.But how would she feel if she knew that the dirt she wiped while humming and cleaning the rags in buckets full of water was dragonflies?Maybe he will yell "that's scary" like he did when he saw the golden mouse.

I am not afraid of dragonflies.Just wanting to respond to the opinion of a psychiatrist. The moment he kills the dragonfly, that person has crossed the line.Ordinary people will only think that it is very persistent when they see the twitching of the thin tail, and they will not want to kill it.I really want to ask the physical and mental doctor, "Have you ever killed a dragonfly?" If you have killed a dragonfly, then you are not normal, doctor. At least I don't know anyone around me who kills dragonflies. —A mouse in a bag. A mouse that has nowhere to escape and is cornered.Is the rat in the plastic bag that Tokugawa kicked dead?Still alive?I am reminded of "Schrodinger's cat".Although I can't fully understand that set of sayings and theories, but because many novels and comics use this as the theme, I know.

The content of the experiment is to put cats in boxes and then irradiate them with radiation.Until humans open the box, there is no way of knowing whether the cat in the box is alive or dead.The experiments were also divided into those with and without the use of radiation, so the cat may or may not have survived.We will never know the answer until we see it with our own eyes.This is the "Schrodinger's cat" theory. The world of kicking live and alive mice, or the world of kicking dead mice, which side does Tokugawa choose? I close the scrapbook.There is a small gap in the nail of the index finger of the right hand, which was hit by the ball when passing the ball in the club activity today.Mr. Baojing, the consultant, said: "Because your nails are too long." Before tomorrow's morning exercise, they must be cut off.

This hand will hold the bag full of damp morning dew in the morning.It feels heavy in the bag.very heavy.I imagine the size of the golden mouse I have seen, there must be more than one or two mice in the bag. I asked Tokugawa to show me the mouse.My stomach hurts at the thought of that plastic bag being placed on the embankment tomorrow morning.I feel a little regretful that I said that, but also a little thankful that I look forward to having the courage to say it again.The two feelings are mixed together and pushing each other, just want to find a place to escape.very excited. Tokugawa Victory is the one who can kill dragonflies.