Chapter 53 third chapter

(the Avengers) The Avenger saw the classmate reunion notice column in the evening paper purely by chance.He knew that in the Thursday evening paper, there was a weekend information column, where some museum exhibition arrangements, or missing person announcements would be published.For example, under the heading "Postwar Decades," post a photo of a man in military uniform and ask if anyone has seen the man in the photo. If it is a family member who is looking for a relative who has been lost for many years, he can understand it very well, but in this column, there are often people who go to find someone who used to live next door purely for the purpose of nostalgia.Behind such content, he seemed to see a lonely old man full of sentimentality, whispering something, which made him extremely unhappy.He is a man who focuses on the present, and the things written in the newspapers seem to be happening in another distant world.Without looking carefully, he folded the newspapers indiscriminately and stuffed them into the pile of old newspapers.

Coincidentally, he was cutting his nails in the living room that day, so he took out a random newspaper from the pile of old newspapers and spread it on the tatami.The wife went out to buy things, and there was not an hour when she could not come back. After cutting his nails, he packed up the newspapers and wanted to throw them away. At this moment, he accidentally saw the title "Student reunion. Missing person notice".Fate is really a magical thing, he was there and saw the name of the school that was so familiar. G County Matsui Town Aobagaoka Junior High School 74th graduates (class teacher: Mr. Wakisaka Shunichiro) class reunion will be held in early April.To this end, a list of alumni associations is being prepared.Contact address: 3-XX-501 Kanda Kajicho, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo.

Aobagaoka Junior High School Seventy-Fourth Alumni Association Affairs Bureau. If it's the 74th class, isn't that the class?He had to face the past that had been buried deep in his heart and tried to forget for twenty years. Nightmare-like tremors kept hitting his stomach, and gradually spread to his throat.The Pandora's box in his heart opened with a creak.Those untouchable dust-laden past events were notified by this classmate, and the seal was forcibly broken. "Bastard, do those guys still want to hold a class reunion like normal people!..." The anger that he had barely suppressed for twenty years finally erupted today. The hand holding the newspaper was trembling. He didn't notice that the nails wrapped in the newspaper just now were all on the tatami.

This newspaper was published two weeks ago. I don’t know who is in charge of the work of the secretariat. Generally speaking, it should be the head of the class or the deputy head of the class. However, Masayuki Kubomura, the leader of the unscrupulous group, is also a possible candidate. Can't let go. The fire of revenge in his heart was burning fiercely.How happy I would be without those people! That group of devil-like, ferocious and evil junior high school students, that group of beasts in clothes!They are the ones who should be eliminated the most.However…… calm down.If you lose your mind now, it will be in their hands.They published the notice of the class reunion, and in this case, I should really thank the gods.This is an opportunity bestowed by the gods, this is the will of the gods, this is the edict of the gods, and they must be punished by the gods.

Well, opportunities don't come easily, so we must make good use of them.First of all, he had to get in touch with the Alumni Association Affairs Bureau and ask about the date and location of the alumni reunion, and then, then... He racked his brains to think about how to arrange the next step. It would be troublesome if it aroused the other party's suspicion, so it's better to contact with a pseudonym.But whose name? He began to recall the names of the classmates in the class, but now he only remembered Akiba Takuma, Tsujimura Hitomi, Kubomura Masayuki, Sato Genji, and the Noro brothers.If you write a reply letter with the names of these people, it is very likely that you will collide with a real person. Then, the other party will immediately see through that he is using a fake name.

By the way, it can be like this, there is a student's name, using it will never reveal the truth.The name is Mirei Hasegawa.He knew she had changed schools midway through the second semester of that year.The scandal-ridden Mirei Hasegawa would never contact the Student Association Affairs Bureau, so I can be sure that it is absolutely safe to write a letter in her name. This is an excellent opportunity to take revenge on those guys. If you miss this time, you will probably never have such an opportunity.Until the day of the class reunion, he didn't have to meet with the person in charge of the bureau, so he was confident that he could hide it from the other party.

With a "click", the door lock rang. He came back to his senses, hurriedly folded the newspaper, stuffed it into the deepest part of the desk drawer, and then began to pick up the nails scattered on the ground. "Husband, what are you doing?... You smile so sinisterly!... Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!!! The wife with a plastic bag stood at the door of the living room.

"Ah, it's okay, I can't help laughing when I think of some past events." He threw his nails into the trash can. "What a weirdo." The wife walked into the kitchen with some doubts. He breathed a sigh of relief and took out the newspaper again.This matter, absolutely must not let the wife know.If she finds out, although she may support his approach, there is no guarantee that she will not leak this matter.If that were the case, it would be over. He cut out the part of the newspaper that published the notice of the classmate reunion, turned around and went into his room, thinking about how to write a reply to the other party.

This kind of regular wording should be fine.He put the letter in an envelope, and began to think about Mirei Hasegawa's address, where would be the best place to write it.If you don't write down the address, you won't be able to get the information you want.If you write your home address, the reply letter will be returned because there is no such person.His current economic situation does not allow him to rent another house just for this letter. If you write "Please pass on to Mirei Hasegawa", the identity of the sender will be exposed.If you use the post office to keep it for pickup, it will make the other party suspicious.

Is there any good way to do it?Not long after, he came up with a plan, just change his current residence to the residence of "Hasegawa".Anyway, the Alumni Association Affairs Bureau wouldn't come to the door. He just had to stick a note under the door plate and write "Hasegawa" on it, and he would be able to receive a reply smoothly.If my wife asks, I can get away with making up a reason by the way. As soon as the letter was sent, he immediately pasted a white note under the name tag and wrote "Hasegawa" in small characters on it. Sure enough, after seeing it, his wife came to him to ask the reason.

"Bastard, what are you doing!..." "This is because I started writing haiku and decided to use the pseudonym Hasegawa Veri." "'Willie' is like a woman's name." "That's exactly my intention, the editor will be more considerate of female contributors." The wife seemed to accept his explanation. That night, he had a strange dream. He flies in the air.Although it was dark night, he could still see the scenery below clearly through the moonlight.He seemed to be flying over the fields.The wheat, or the rice, is swaying and rustling in the wind.Sometimes you can see some black spots, which are scattered villages, and sometimes you can see small mountain peaks. He knew very well that he was in a dream. Then, he suddenly landed in a spacious yard.Dust flies with the wind.This is school. The moonlight covered the two-story wooden teaching building with a layer of white gauze, which looked like a castle standing in the desert.He shook his head, thinking that the scene in front of him would disappear immediately, but it was not an illusion, and the more he looked at it, the more real it became, and the more he looked at it, the more he could feel the invisible oppression. A window by the side of the flower-bed was open, and a pale face gazed at him from the inside of the window.Then, a snow-white arm stretched out and beckoned to him.He wanted to turn around and leave, but his body didn't obey. The teaching building seemed to cast a strong magnetic force, attracting him step by step. He stepped onto the loosened flower bed and came to the window.The person who waved to him was gone, only the dark space was opening his mouth to welcome him.He pushed hard on the window sill and climbed up.Although the flexibility of his body now is not as good as when he was a boy, he still climbed onto the window sill and entered the classroom effortlessly, his breath not disturbed at all. There was no one in the house.The door leading to the corridor is open, is this telling him to go there?The legs seemed to know what to do, leading him forward, down the corridor and up the stairs.The air was chilly. Although he was not tired, a strong sadness suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. "I don't want to go there!..." He grabbed the banister of the stairs and yelled like a child, resisting desperately, but his legs went up of their own accord.He knew it was a dream, but why couldn't he wake up? Climbing up the fourteen steps, the first thing you see is the classroom.On the black wooden board is a white nameplate - "Class A, Grade Three". "Asshole, it's Class A of the third grade!..." Tears flowed like a burst bank, and he seemed to be possessed by uncontrollable emotions. "Bastard!... that's enough, please... please forgive me." The door of the classroom is open, the windows are also open, and the white curtains are dancing in the wind.Behind the curtain is a boundless, dark and lightless space of evil.He couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the window and looked down.In the middle of the flower bed, there is a circular pattern. "Okay, let's jump down there, into that source." A voice came from behind, and he turned his head suddenly. A burly student with a crew cut pointed out the window and forced him loudly. "No... no, I will never dance." He took a closer look, and there was a student sitting in front of each desk with twenty-nine pairs of eyes staring at him reproachfully.The look in their eyes aroused his anger instead. You guys, what on earth are you trying to do! "I see, you want me to die. But if you do it directly, it will become murder, so you are waiting for me to die by myself. Ah, I can see clearly the conspiracy of you guys." All the students stood up and said in unison: "This is the decision of the whole class." They were like believers in new religions who obeyed the orders of the leader. "Shut up. I have the right to live too! . . . " The students walked towards him together: "Okay, okay!...Jump down, hurry up!..." "No!……" The floor of the classroom began to shake violently, and he couldn't help but squat down... "Husband, what's wrong with you?...Wake up!" He opened his eyes and saw his wife looking at him with concern.The unsteadiness on his feet was actually due to his wife shaking his body. "here it is?" "Are you sleepy? This is home, aren't you lying under the quilt?" "Ah... yes, I'm sorry." Although he knew it was a dream, he still felt as if he was sitting in a flat boat in the stormy sea, and the ceiling was constantly spinning.The aftertaste of terror lingered, and the whole body was sweating profusely. It was cold and windy outside, and my simple house was crumbling in the wind.Even so, he felt hot all over, as if he was being scorched by a raging fire. "Bastard, I have to kill them." He muttered in a low voice. When the wife heard it, her eyes widened in surprise: "Hey, what did you say?... What happened?" "It's okay, I just had a nightmare." He wiped his sweat and curled up under the blanket, "It's a very terrible nightmare." A week later, he received a reply from the Student Association Affairs Bureau.Because a note with "Hasegawa" was pasted on the door of his house in advance, the postman put the letter in the mailbox of his house without hesitation.Although it's okay to ask his wife to receive the letter, he estimates that there will be a reply this week, so he always checks the mailbox. His efforts finally paid off, and the letter was received by himself. On the envelope was written "From Mirei Hasegawa", and the sender wrote the letter from the Aobagaoka Junior High School Seventh and Fourth Class Alumni Affairs Bureau.Next to the postmark is Takuma Akiba's handwritten signature.It was great that his wife didn't see this. When he wrote letters in the future, he must tell the other party not to write the words "Alumni Association Affairs Bureau" on the envelope. He couldn't wait to tear open the envelope, and took out the contents. There was a printed list of Class A of the third grade, and a notice telling everyone that the class reunion would be held around April 10 this year. There were 30 names on the list, but for some reason, the deceased Mr. Inagaki and Mirei Hasegawa who transferred to another school were also among them.Because of his letter, it is understandable that Mirei Hasegawa's name is also on the list, but the name of the dead is also on it. What's going on? ! ... He suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at the sent thing again. On that list, after the name of the secretary Akiba Takuma, there is an address and phone number, and it is indicated that if you write in the future, you will write Akiba Takuma. In addition to the form on the list, there is an additional sentence: Student Association Affairs The bureau wants to make a complete roster of Class A in the third grade, but there are still some people whose information is incomplete. If anyone knows their information, please write to tell him. In his mind, a basic idea of ​​a revenge plan gradually sprouted.

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