Chapter 14 third chapter

Yamamoto slept until noon the next day.After getting up, I immediately left this home without air conditioning.Today is another hot day. Came to a pachinko room, after losing 2,000 yen, Yamamoto left the slot machine and sat on the sofa next to the vending machine in the front hall of the pachinko room.He didn't like to gamble, and he didn't have the spare cash to spend on billiards at the moment, but he had no other way to fill his days off.After being released, he would spend time in the billiard room during every break. He bought a cup of black coffee from the vending machine and sipped it slowly.I didn't sleep well at night, it's already afternoon, and my mind is still not clear.He didn't want to think about what happened last night, but the voice on the phone kept lingering in his ears, lingering.He simply leaned on the sofa, thinking about the phone call irritably.

Ask me to help him kill?According to common sense, it can only be a prank.However, this kind of mischief is too much! After hanging up the phone with a "bat", Yamamoto was always angry. The meaning of the old man who called Yamamoto was very clear: he was a respectable person, he was in trouble for some reason, and he had to kill someone in order to get out of the predicament, and the killing would be entrusted to Yamamoto... What a bastard!No matter how you think about it, it is too outrageous.Is it possible to entrust murder to a person who has never even met? However, if it is absurd to ask Yamamoto to help him kill, what is his real purpose?

blackmail?Yamamoto suddenly felt uneasy.Was it someone who knew that he had a murder record and wanted to blackmail him for a sum of money? wrong!It could be heard from the old man's voice that he was cornered, and there was no malice in his words.Although the call time was not long, it was clear that the old man was asking Yamamoto for help. If this is the case, we will go back to the previous question.Is it possible to entrust murder to a person who has never even met?Unless he's mentally ill. Yamamoto took out a cigarette and lit it, puffing out clouds of mist.The cold air from the air conditioner blows the smoke away quickly.

Maybe that's the case.It was an old man with a high position but a relatively frail body—you could tell from the voice.It is impossible to kill someone in person, but if you don't kill the other party, you will fall into a catastrophe.There must be a shortcoming in the hands of the other party, and it is a shortcoming that can destroy people, and it is inconvenient to explain to family members and friends.The old man is probably a serious person who only knows about his work. He has no friends who can help him do such illegal things. That's why he decided to ask someone he doesn't know to help him kill the weakness that is holding him back. guy.

But why did you come to him?Yamamoto thinks this is the biggest question.Could it be that the old man thought: Anyway, you, Yamamoto, have already killed people, so killing one and killing two is not the same? No!Taking a hundred steps back, even if it is understandable to ask a person with a criminal record for murder to help him kill, there are so many people in society who have committed murder and have been sent to prison, why did they find him? correct!The old man said that only Yamamoto can understand his feelings.Although these words are inconceivable, it is inconceivable or inconceivable that a person who is urgently about to kill, once he gets into the horns of a dead end, can't think about it.

Yamamoto wanted to laugh, but closed his mouth before he could open it. "How did he know me?" Thinking of this, Yamamoto felt a chill down his spine. "Only you can understand my mood." To put this line in another way: I understand the mood of a man who committed murder, Yamamoto!Is it not?The old man said that he had already investigated the case that Yamamoto committed 13 years ago, and during the investigation, he learned about the psychological trajectory of Yamamoto's murder.Even if I don't understand it that deeply, at least I have some sympathy for Yamamoto's crime, or some kind of sympathy, in short, it is a positive feeling. —The choking smell of perfume interrupted Yamamoto's thinking.A frequent visitor to the billiard room, a woman in her thirties known as "Young Master", walked over with her big butt twisted, and sat on the sofa opposite.It seemed that he had lost a lot, his lower lip protruded, and his bloodshot eyes were still staring at the slot machine inside, as if he hadn't noticed the existence of Yamamoto at all.It is said that when the "noble son" loses money, he always seduces the man who wins money to spend the night with her.At the moment, her half-parted red lips are immediately reminiscent of her genitals.

Feeling sick, Yamamoto quickly put out his half-smoked cigarette and stood up. Maybe the old man who called met a difficult bad woman... The street was unusually hot.The sun has softened the asphalt road, and the faces of pedestrians who come and go are all worried about the heat.Yamamoto walked to a cafe opposite the pachinko room, hoping to enjoy the care of the air-conditioning there. The moment I opened the door and entered the store, and met the eyes of a young waitress, the big red umbrella buried deep in my mind, which I had refused to recall for many years, opened with a snap.