Chapter 3 Chapter 1 Do Vampires Dream of Vampires?

It’s around New Year’s Day. Although this winter is called a warm winter, you can still feel the cold wind that is gradually getting stronger in mid-January. The entire Tokyo street is like being placed in a large refrigerator made in Siberia, but this The huge refrigerator does not have a sterilizing function, and a new type of influenza virus is spreading inside. On the streets of Shinjuku, Shibuya, and Aoyama, there are coughing sounds one after another. If there is another heavy snowfall at this time, the Tokyo transportation system, which has always been indifferent to wind and snow, will definitely be paralyzed immediately, and the entire metropolitan area will be in chaos. However, judging from the current situation in Tokyo, it seems that there is no need to worry about the consequences of snow Disasters were replaced by icy rain that turned into gray curtains and blocked everyone's sight, causing people in this huge city to be cast a shadow, and there were no exciting social news on TV. His biological rhythm seemed to be at a low ebb.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky immediately darkened, and the streets became more gloomy. Usually, as long as it is the rush hour of getting off work, the streets will be full of people and give people a lively feeling, but in the few hours before that, only An inexplicable feeling of emptiness floats in this bustling city, especially on the roads in the residential area where there are no people at all, full of strange silence. On the residential road near the junction of Suginami District and Nerima District, two uniformed police officers are patrolling. Two police officers in their early twenties are walking on the road wearing raincoats with black hoods. There is no trace of them on their faces. The enthusiasm for work, however, is not due to their personalities. In the cold rain without the nourishment of alcohol, if they walk on the road for an hour without a break, no amount of enthusiasm will be burned.

What the two looked up saw was a luxurious mansion surrounded by towering stone walls. It occupied an area so wide that people would mistake it for an elementary school. The whole land seemed to be swallowed up by a large forest dripping with raindrops. Looking inside through the thick and heavy door, only a small part of the dark western-style building can be seen, because people nearby reported to the police that there were often strange screams from this room, so the superior ordered the two of them to investigate along the way . "This house is really big, who lives in it?" "It should be a politician or a real estate agent, no, wait a minute, I remember it was written in the materials."

One of the police officers took out a photocopy of the resident information book and began to look through it. The damp paper and cold fingers made it difficult for him to find the information. Finally, he found the information he wanted to check and told his colleagues. "It seems to be a director of some company." "Director...it's really suspicious." "Anyway, it's impossible for people who do serious things to live in such a big house. They will definitely end up in jail for corruption and bribery." This is not a speech he made as a civil servant, but the voice of a common man, who patrols in the cold rain, even if he works hard for 30 years, he still cannot afford a house in Tokyo, and neither does the police If you are raised by your parents in life, you will be more or less unbalanced in your heart.

Pushed forward by this dissatisfaction, the police officers set foot on the stone-paved road towards the gate. Every step they took, their mood became more depressed. In such a prime location, they built their homes like a park. It is very difficult for them to have a good impression of the owner of this building. One of the officers saw an object reflecting white light on the wet stones. He knelt down and picked it up. It was a small silver cross strung on a thin chain. "Hey, what do you think this is?" "Cross, haven't you seen it?" "I know this. What I want to ask is why there is a cross in this kind of place."

"It may be that someone in their family is a Christian, but even if they believe in Islam, it's none of my business." Suddenly, they smelled a strange smell, and a pungent garlic smell emanated from the cross, and the cross also aroused their very common associations with garlic. The police officers also know the existence of vampires, but they are limited to the vampires that appear in movies and horror novels, vampires, werewolves, Frankenstein, and mummies. The most feared things seem to be crosses, garlic, and sunlight. The police officer who hung the cross on his finger deliberately smiled and said:

"D-Maybe this room is a den of vampires." "I think you watch too many horror movies. Since you want to watch them, why not watch some good works that can cleanse your soul." "Huh, pretending, whoever like you relies on the perverted scenes of pornographic videos to cleanse the soul." Just when the two were at a stalemate, something that could not be seen suddenly passed between them. Although it didn't make a sound, it did feel a strange air passing by them, which made both of them startle. Got goosebumps, just when they glanced at each other and turned their eyes back to the front again, they found that there was a thin crack in the door invisible from the outside. The two walked to the corridor with a ceiling for people to get on and off, Then he took off the hood and looked through the slit of the door. When one of them whispered "Excuse me..." at the same time, there was a sound like an umbrella being opened suddenly in the darkness, followed by countless black shadows Flying towards the two of them, the two policemen managed to hold back their screams, and after confirming the true identity of the shadow, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a bat..." "Are there bats in Tokyo?" "How do I know, you can ask zoologists." The ceiling and walls of the hall were covered with ominous black creatures, and they circled around with shrill cries. Although the two police officers walked into the hall, they had no idea what to do next. "Please, would it be better to ask for support?" "How do you ask for support? Do you say that there seem to be vampires infested here? You will be scolded." "Don't mention vampires, just say it's suspicious here, what a miss."

While they were discussing, their feet continued to walk forward, and they always felt unable to stop, and it was even more difficult to separate from their companions. The previous feeling of envy for the owner of the house had long since disappeared. The two policemen The members crossed the wide hall, passed through the arched entrance, and stepped into the inner corridor. "Is anyone at home? It's too careless, what if someone breaks into the empty door." On this occasion, the actions of the police officers will not be included in the scope of breaking the empty door, and what is filling this mansion is not only silence, but also certain things that are accompanying it are eroding the human instinct to pursue stability , so it is understandable that the voice of the police officer will start to change.

If one person came to patrol, he would have fled long ago. Perhaps it was because two people came together that the opportunity to escape slipped away. At this time, a stench penetrated into the wet and cold nostrils of the two people. This time it was not garlic. The smell is an indescribable and unpleasant smell. The two police officers who have been performing ordinary police duties have never seen such a bloody scene. ...At 4:28 p.m., the intelligence center of the Metropolitan Police Department was overwhelmed by a report from a police officer. "Heaps of corpses piled up like a mountain! There have been murders, and there are still a lot of murders! The whole family has been killed, and they are all dead!"

This report was not entirely correct. The two police officers did not know who lived in the mansion, but it was true that several people died in the same room. Adding the word murder, how could the police sit idly by. At 4:40 p.m., this hillside residential area, which was originally very quiet, caused a commotion because of the siren of the patrol car and the conversation of the police—the murder of eight members of the family at the end of the village—even if you look at it as a single incident. , This is already a social news that is enough to shake the whole country, but it is like the lines that often appear in movies-"This is just the beginning...". Even at night, the icy rain still seals the streets of Tokyo in a colorless cage. Kokubunji City in Tokyo could barely retain the atmosphere of old Musashino at the end of the 20th century, but now it is completely swallowed up by the big waves in the residential area outside Tokyo. It has been insulated from the world in Kunikida Doppo's book. After walking out of the JR Chuo Line Station in the southern part of Kokubunji City, walk to the south for about five minutes, then turn at the corner of the small shopping street, and you will see a huge old oak tree standing inside the gate. The building of the Tama Art Museum is right in front of you. It is a two-story building made of red bricks. This is not just an ordinary art museum. The Japanese branch of the "Crimson Rose Association" is not as good as the museum. "Crimson Rose Society" is abbreviated as CRS. Even if you look through the "General Directory of Japanese Organizations", you will never find this name, because it is not an industry organization, but a secret association. Its goal is to conquer the world-no wonder, this is just It is an organization founded by congenital vampires who want to live in human society. Almost at the same time as the eight corpses in the Murao mansion were discovered, a meeting held by CRS members was going on in the meeting room on the second floor of the art museum. Just like the size of a small community. "Alas, the unreminiscent rainy day seems to hint at our financial situation." As soon as the man in the post of curator finished speaking, a voice came from beside him. "Do you think you can get away with it by telling a joke, uncle?" It was Junji Midorikawa, the curator of the art museum, who made a sharp statement. He is also the nephew of the curator. He graduated from the philosophy department of a national university with a major in fine arts. He is 23 years old this year and has a student-like face. With a childish appearance, due to his tall height and untrimmed hair, the first impression will make people think that he is a promising young man. He belongs to the youngest member distribution of the "Crimson Rose Society" (CRS), perhaps Since he is the director of the Kita Tama Art Museum and the nephew of the head of the CRS Japan branch, he unknowingly assumed the position of the captain of the action force. Simply put, as long as physical labor is involved, most He will be responsible for handling all the situations. If Junji himself were to describe this group of high-level personnel headed by "uncle", it would probably be like this-"Everyone speaks nicely, but I am the only one who does things."However, in the eyes of his assistant Hanamura Masaka, although Junji complained non-stop every time, he still accepted everything without complaint, which is exactly Junji's rather personal style. The topic of today's meeting is purely for the business of the art museum itself. Uncle bought a still life painting of Van Gogh's mid-period from an art dealer named Murao for one billion yen, and brought the treasure to the museum. At the scene, it is hoped that this painting can be authenticated and reviewed, and it is Junji, who is the curator, who needs to be authenticated. If even he can't tell the authenticity, he has to spend money to hire a famous expert and put it in the frame. The painting was wrapped in layers of silk cloth and carefully transported to the scene. Under the attention of everyone, Junji began to appraise this intensely colored painting, which is dominated by orange pigments. Five minutes later... "It's a fake, the painting is fake." Junji calmly stated the conclusion, but it caused a commotion among all the people present. Hanamura Masaka, who was sitting next to him, focused his eyes on the still life painting of Van Gogh with relish, and then Junji read prose Start instructions: “It is not uncommon for a painter to paint egg yolk on a blank canvas first. This way, the covering paint will crack, and a painting that looks like it is old is done. It is not an unusual technique.” There was another commotion among the crowd, Masaka Hanamura's eyes widened, and she stared carefully at the painting that was declared not to be the authentic work of Van Gogh. "Hmm... this is... a fake? If it was me, I would definitely be fooled. I really deserve to be a coach." "Stop calling me coach." Chun Si's face showed a dull expression, while his uncle who almost spent a lot of money to buy a fake one looked up to the sky and sighed: "Sigh... Humans are so scary that even vampires can be fooled." "Uncle, please don't try to evade responsibility by sighing." Ignoring his uncle's meaningless sigh, Junji looked around at the crowd and said something to eradicate their suspicion and astonishment. "Van Gogh is a painter who is easy to be a target of counterfeiting. On the one hand, due to his life of ups and downs, his paintings have not been properly maintained. On the other hand, his painting style often undergoes drastic changes in a very short period of time. Therefore, the artist's work is very difficult to identify." "You said it was difficult to identify, so why are you sure that this painting is a fake?" "So this is a technique that even I can see through. Maybe the person who drew this picture didn't think anyone would be deceived." This sentence is full of irony. Junji's personality is not as gentle and kind as his appearance. At this time, some members raised questions excitedly: "A-According to what you said, wouldn't we have been cheated out of one billion yen for nothing?" "No, actually we have nothing to lose." The uncle stroked his chin and said, and then he explained to everyone who looked puzzled.Because one billion yen is not a small amount of money, it is impossible to prepare it immediately, so the uncle just handed over the check, expressing that he wanted to take the painting to the art museum for review by the directors, and Murao immediately agreed to these requests. "'Let's deliberate until you are satisfied', that's what Murao said. At that time, I thought that since he was so confident, it shouldn't be a fake. To be honest, if he was rejected on the spot, I also thought about it. Don't pay big bucks for this painting." The uncle stroked his beard while talking, but Junji continued to ask with uneasy eyes: "Did that Murao agree to hand over the painting to you under such conditions?" "That's right." "It's even more dangerous this way, and it might cause even more trouble." This time everyone looked at Chunsi suspiciously, and he began to explain the reason, that is to say, after the appraisal of this painting by Chunsi, it was determined to be a fake, and the art gallery will definitely return the seller on the grounds that the painting is a fake. At this time, Murao may say, "I obviously gave the original painting to the Kitatama Art Museum, but they replaced it with a fake painting, trying to cheat my painting away."In this way, there will inevitably be a situation in which both sides insist on their own opinions, and the debate will continue until the court. If Murao's goal is to discredit the Kitatama Art Museum, then he has succeeded. "I didn't expect it to be so serious. You are so scheming." "Why did it come to such a conclusion!" Although the purpose of the meeting was different from that of the original meeting, the meeting continued. Even though the discussions continued, there was still no effective solution to the current dilemma. When the time came to seven o'clock in the evening, the uncle who said he would go back to the curator's office suddenly He ran out with a panicked expression and said to the crowd: "Murao seems to have fled to a country where there is no law. Watch TV." Everyone was staring at the TV, and the news was broadcasting on the TV. The gloomy picture and the plain tone of the announcer came out. The content of the report was that a rare mass murder occurred in the high-end residential area of ​​Zenfuji in Suginami District recently. The author is Murao Nobuhiro, who runs several companies and is also an art dealer. Because many things beyond common sense were found during the search, the search authorities were troubled. Just when the vampires were busy with their future disposal, the Metropolitan Police Department had already started to act quickly. Police Officer Mizorogi from the First Investigation Section of the Criminal Division was appointed to investigate this case. He is a veteran police officer with a career of 25 years in the criminal police force. He is a person who has more physical strength, mobility and perseverance than intelligence, but he is definitely not foolhardy. He stands like a huge statue in the hall of the village mansion, constantly directing everyone, and then he slowly Leaving the hall, I came to the scene of the crime. The scene was a living room with 30 tatami mats. Not long ago, there were eight corpses piled up on this expensive Tianjin carpet in front of me. Now all the corpses have been transported out. The traces of the carpet have long since disappeared from the surface of the carpet. The eight people who were brutally murdered were Nobuhiro, the head of the Murao family, his wife Etsuko, Nobuhiro's father Koshiro, the eldest son Masaoyuki, Masaoyuki's wife Yuri, the second son of the Murao family, Haruyuki, Masanoyuki's eight-month-old son Yuichi, and The maid, Keiko Kijima, and four adult men, regardless of eighty-year-old Kojiro and fifty-eight-year-old Nobuhiro, twenty-seven-year-old Masayuki and twenty-three-year-old Haruyuki, these two young men He was killed without any resistance. Although I really want to say that the scene was full of blood, but the actual situation is only a few bloodstains like spilled red ink. The impression of the room is not so much bloody, but it would be more appropriate to describe it as desolate. The heating in the room It has been closed, and it is uncomfortable to touch the cheek with the cold hand. "Plus that garlic-smelling crucifix, maybe it was made by a vampire." Detective Oiwa Kotaro made an opinion. His appearance is in sharp contrast to his name. He is a slender young man who looks like a wire doll with eyes on the whole. "Hmph, vampire..." Officer Mizorogi said with a dissatisfied face. He looked up at the white ceiling that was one meter higher than his house, and always felt that there was an invisible thing between the top of his head and the ceiling sneering at him. "So, can you tell me why the vampire chose this room?" "Isn't it our job to find out that reason?" "If you have time to play tricks here, hurry up and gather information for me, you rookie." Detective Oiwa, who was reprimanded, left his boss angrily. He looked like a wire doll blown away by a bulldog's nose. Officer Mizorogi didn't watch Detective Oiwa leave. Firewood, a real fireplace, and a stuffed Canadian deer head hung on the wall of the room. I don’t know whose trophy it was. The police officer stared at the deer’s pair of glass eyeballs and began to think. Leaving aside a small baby, the other victims are all adults, and the total amount of blood in their bodies should exceed 35,000 milliliters. Where did so much blood go... Vampires are probably the group It was made up by fans of mysterious phenomena. In any case, the only thing that is certain is that in this luxurious, no, room full of nouveau riche atmosphere, a tragic murder occurred, killing eight men and women and killing their children. The guy who took the blood is hiding somewhere in Tokyo. "This is really a troublesome thing in a troubled time." Although he wanted to spit out the saliva in his mouth, he immediately thought that this was someone else's room, so the police officer who swallowed the saliva couldn't help but think again, yes, this is someone else's room, what will happen to this ridiculously big house in the future? Who will live there?It should be the rest of the family members. The police officer believes that this matter must be recorded. In addition to the luxury house in Zenfukuji in Suginami District, the assets of the Murao family also have an apartment in Motoma City, Minato District. Karuizawa, Ito There are villas in several places in China, Oahu, Hawaii, and Vancouver, Canada. Together with stocks and bonds, the total assets are about billions of yen. The unrealistic figures make the police officers more and more disgusted. "Swimming in Hawaii and skiing in Canada, what a blessing." "A Pacific Rim capitalist." Detective Oiwa, who returned to the room at some point, spoke in a tone that he thought was very tasteful. Officer Mizorogi stared sideways at the subordinate, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it, while Detective Oiwa looked indifferent Picked up the notebook calmly, and started to report after posing: "Well, actually, not the whole Murao family was killed, but one person was lucky enough to escape." "who is it?" "The eldest daughter of the Murao couple seems to be called Ryoko. She seems to be living in Fujisawa City after getting married..." "What is the husband's occupation?" "A young industrialist." "What exactly does he do?" "Operates several restaurants, restaurants and clubs." Officer Mizorogi nodded. After listening to the report, he immediately felt a sense of disgust towards the man he had never met. There is nothing good about a guy with a foreign language printed on his business card. This is what he has been holding for twenty years. prejudice. No matter how much the prisoner resents the Murao family, there is no need to kill them along with the baby and the maid. No matter whether they are dead or alive, Mizorogi really doesn't like the Murao family. Except for the baby, he doesn't like the murder of the baby by the prisoner. Feel extra angry. "There is absolutely no way to forgive him." Appearance is irrelevant at this moment, and the current police officer Mizorogi is a warrior who hunts down vicious criminals and represents justice and humanity. Two days after the tragedy, the Murao family held a farewell ceremony. The host was Ryoko, the eldest daughter of the family, and her husband Kanade was actually in charge of the farewell ceremony. More than 500 participants lined up in the spacious house. About 10% of them are security personnel responsible for maintaining order. Hanamura Masaka looked at the sky, which was not very good. "I heard that the weather this year is not very good." "Is that so? Since I was born, it seems that I haven't encountered a year-round comfortable climate. Every year, I hear someone shouting 'this year is really bad'." Junji Midorikawa rested his hand on the black tie uncomfortably. Because the work in the art museum does not require a tie, it would make him feel distressed to wear formal clothes occasionally. "However, this kind of weather is also quite suitable for holding funerals. If the weather is too sunny, people may want to take off their mourning clothes and dance." The uncle said leisurely that the Japanese version of Poirot's outfit looked quite mournful, and the uncle who brought two young followers came to the scene to investigate in the name of condolences to the family, not only for the fake of Van Gogh, but also to kill a large number of people The incident, coupled with the fact that the blood in the deceased disappeared out of thin air, made it impossible for the CRS, which is responsible for dealing with vampire crimes, to ignore it. Wearing a black mourning dress, Masaka, who looked quite elegant at first glance, put her mouth next to Junji's ear and whispered: "What a weird incident." "The spooky part is about half of it." "Isn't the other half weird?" "Probably because of the displeasure caused by the flooding. It's like garbage bags, although they can be seen everywhere, it doesn't make garbage bags look good because of it." Junji's speech was neither creative nor vivid. From many perspectives, he was considered a boring person. Maybe this time he will take over a job that has nothing to do with art. This is what he thinks in his heart at the moment. Among the funeral participants, the "secretary" accounted for the largest number of people. There were a large number of people in the financial field who interacted with Murao Nobuhiro. Since this was a mass killing incident that caused a social sensation, there were not a few media guards here. In order to avoid the camera, those people asked their secretaries to attend the farewell ceremony on their behalf. It would be quite indifferent to say indifferent, but it is not incomprehensible. "Excuse me, are you friends of Mr. Murao?" The sudden microphone made Junji lean back slightly, and a group of print media reporters who came here to collect materials were waiting in front of Murao's house. "We are just followers. If you want to ask anything, please find this gentleman." Junji pointed at his uncle's back, but the other party seemed to ignore him, and just continued to ask: "May I ask you to participate in this farewell ceremony, how do you feel now?" How are you feeling now! ?Don't these guys have anything else to ask? "You forced the microphone up to the people attending the funeral, how are you feeling now?" He asked in dissatisfaction, while the other party was at a loss, the two passed through the crowd. He was not a public figure, and ordinary citizens should have the right to refuse interviews that lack courtesy. Junji thought that even if he was a vampire, he should be considered an ordinary citizen. After signing in, at some point my uncle began to chat eagerly with other funeralgoers. "We had two paintings transactions with Mr. Murao. Because of this, we attended the farewell ceremony today." "You are really emotional." "Friendship is the highest principle of my life, and because of this I have nothing to do with money." Forget about the second half, the first half of these words is really hard to listen to, the dumbfounded Junji tugged at his uncle's sleeve. "There should be a limit to nonsense." "It's just some superficial talk. There's no need to tell them the troubles that actually happened." "Even if you want to hide it, you won't be able to hide it for long. The Japanese police are not as incompetent as you imagined." "Hmph, but it's not that good. There seem to be quite a few unsolved cases recently." "That's because the criminal is better than the police." "You speak more viciously than I do." The uncle put on a look of astonishment, but in the next meeting with Police Officer Mizorogi, the uncle immediately removed the mask of politeness. Uncle and police officer Mizorogi looked at each other with supercilious eyes, both sides seemed to be displeased, but two people whose combined age is one hundred and ten, it would be too ugly to have an argument here, after confirming that there was a need to negotiate, uncle smiled From this point of view, uncle can do whatever it takes to achieve his goal. "May I ask you, Officer Guriki?" "It's Goromu!" Although the police officer corrected him in a fierce tone, the uncle still didn't care. He gently pulled the gray beard around his mouth. "Well, do you have any idea of ​​the motive for this heinous crime?" "The investigation is in full swing, and the content of the investigation cannot be known to you ordinary citizens." "That's what you call narrow-minded, Officer Gurgi." "It's Goromu!" "I am a good citizen who has goodwill towards the police, and I very much hope that I can assist in the search. Should the police also show some kindness to the good citizens? Only in this way can we call it a sound democratic society." "Yes, what you say is true." The low growl of Police Officer Mizorogi might be mistaken for the sound of an earthquake before the volcanic eruption, but my uncle still looked calm. "Then please allow me to express some simple opinions. Mr. Murao's friendship status before his death may be a good starting point. The longer you know the person, the more suspicious you will be." Uncle said very ordinary opinions in a serious tone, this is nothing more than deceiving the enemy, and during the time that uncle entangled police officer Mizorogi, the young Junji and Masaka took the opportunity to search around the house. A simple plan. The important evidence should have been seized by the police. Chun Si didn't have too much expectation in this regard, but he hoped to see the murder scene with his own eyes. Chun Si pretended to be as nonchalant as possible and left the funeral venue, followed by Yaxiang. The two of them acted together to pretend to be a couple. Deny, but her ability to make the other party dizzy by just talking can be brought into play even in daily conversations. Sneaking in quietly is not an easy task. Junsi and Masaxiang spent a lot of effort and finally succeeded in entering the depths of this huge mansion. The deeper you go, the more you will find that this building is really too big to be bigger. , as they were already far away from the meeting place, and there were no other people around, the two crept to the bottom. They chose to investigate from the bottom in order, so they came to the basement first. Although the door of the basement was locked, Chun Sihua Opening it with a metal strip in less than thirty seconds was one of Junji's specialties. Murao Nobuhiro seems to be a person who pays attention to form. The stage installation is almost perfect, provided that it is not damaged. Simply put, the whole basement looks like the stage that often appears in scientific horror movies. There is no old man in white with white hair The only shortcoming was standing among the experimental equipment and machinery that didn't know what they were used for. Fragments of beakers and flasks were scattered all over the place, and the strange smell of mixed medicine emitted from the discolored walls. Yaxiang shrugged her shoulders in horror. "Is it an acquired patient, Coach?" "It's very likely." After answering, Junsi cursed in his heart, he shouldn't have answered her after being called a coach, he didn't want Yaxiang to call him that kind of name at all, but then again, what should he call him instead?This is a very difficult question. In any case, there are more important things to deal with now. In order to avoid staying in the same place for a long time, the two headed towards the first floor. This time when they came to the scene of the murder, Junji checked the carpet on the floor. "It's as clean as if it's been licked with your tongue. The Japanese police are really capable." "Is there anything in the kitchen?" "I just saw it when I passed by. There is a ridiculously large refrigerator in the kitchen. I want to investigate if there are any clues under that refrigerator." "is it necessary?" It is only natural for Junji to ask questions. According to Yaxiang's explanation, there was a break-in incident at Hanamura's house in the past. At that time, a person delivering Zhongyuan gifts came knocking on the door, which made the thief panic and wanted to escape, but the result was unexpected. Shen fell and sprained his ankle. Of course he was caught, but the stolen credit card disappeared for a long time without any reason. Half a year later, because he bought a new refrigerator at home, the old refrigerator was moved away. At that time, I suddenly discovered that the card that had been missing for half a year was hidden underneath. Not long after, there was a noise from the kitchen, and the burly police officer Gorogi immediately went to investigate. When he arrived in the kitchen, he saw detective Oiwa staring at a young and beautiful girl in mourning clothes. Her face was red and white at times. . "This, this girl seems to want to move this refrigerator to do something." "Oh, I didn't intend to move the refrigerator, I was just thirsty and wanted to find some water to drink." Facing the suspicious police officer Mirogi, Yaxiang opened her eyes wide and pretended to be a good-natured young lady. "And with my strength, how could it be possible to move such a large refrigerator." No matter from which point of view, Yaxiang does not look like a strange woman who can lift a four-door refrigerator with one hand. This must be within the common sense of police officer Mizorogi. After the police officer eliminated the doubts in his heart, he began to reprimand his subordinates : "If you have time to say those stupid things, hurry up and find the really suspicious guy." Then he turned his head and apologized to Yaxiang in a slightly angry tone with a look of reluctance: "Miss, I'm really sorry to cause you trouble, but here I also want to remind you, don't make suspicious actions, please remember this." "Okay, I'll keep that in mind, I'm so sorry." After the "Miss" who should be suspected bowed deeply, Officer Mizorogi was quite satisfied. For a middle-aged man, being treated with social etiquette by a beautiful and dignified girl, there is really nothing to complain about. Of course, the kind-hearted police officer had no way of knowing that Yaxiang, who had exerted the power of a congenital vampire, had just lifted the four-door refrigerator with one hand, and quickly put the small manual hidden under the refrigerator into the black pantyhose. "You can't be careless with women." If my uncle was here, I would have said so. Different types of black tea exuded aromas and were neatly arranged on the table. After tasting the aromas one by one, my uncle said: "According to you, some experiments were carried out in that house before?" "That's how I speculate, it's probably close to ten." Junji answered very carefully. The location of the three is the teahouse "The Red Redmaynes" at the north exit of Kichijoji Station. Lightning puffs, although there are good teas like "Vietnamese tea" and "Patagonia" on the menu, they are not favored by customers. Yaxiang's eyes stayed on "Devil's Tears" for a while, But when she tilted her shoulder-length hair to the waiter and ordered cinnamon tea, it seemed that the temptation of the devil was swept away by her. Uncle stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips. "Is it really involving the patient..." "There are countless guys who join forces with vampires in order to obtain eternal life, so we CRS will continue to dispatch." "That's the thing, so the task of the two of you is..." Facing the uncle who reached out to stroke his beard, Junji stretched out his index finger and swayed from side to side, and his eyes showed unwillingness to cooperate. "I just want to be a simple art museum curator." "Then you plan to refuse?" "Please look carefully at my face, is there 'I'm fed up' written in large characters on it." "No, no, what I saw was the words 'I still want to continue to help my uncle'." "Please stop misinterpreting the meaning." Junsi coldly poured cold water on his full expectation, this time the uncle turned to the assistant beside him. "Yaxiang, please help me to say something." "Can I order this 'Devil's Tears'?" "That's not what he meant... I advise you not to order it. It's stuffed with a lot of pepper, which is not acceptable to ordinary people." “嗯……既然知道的话就代表教练有点过了？真是令人好奇。” “你说得没错，雅香。” 伯父一脸不怀好意地对沉默的淳司笑了笑。 “这家伙以前曾经在涩谷的一间咖啡店，点了一道叫做冷狗的怪东西。” “笔记本里写了什么，雅香。” 淳司明显地想将话题拉离冷狗，往伯父那里靠过去的雅香虽然露出一副惋惜的表情，但也立刻点点头，将从丝袜底下放进手提包内的笔记本拿了出来。 “总而言之，村尾那群人为了掩饰他们正在进行的见不得人的实验，才创了这个会吗？” “会的名称呢？” “山手俳句爱好会。” 两个男人互望之后，伯父叹了一口气。 “这群人还挺有幽默感的，虽然幽默的地方有点奇怪，只要对外宣称这是俳句爱好会，也不会有人想到他们正在进行什么危险的研究吧。” 笔记本里记载的会员一共有十名，其中已经去世的村尾信弘是担任副干事。 〖会长坚原倍高 副会长热海启吾 干事仓田浩一郎 副干事村尾信弘〗 其余的会员有，野副信一郎、和田崎满、今泉尚平、大坪康志、蓧木辉久以及吉国周雄，都是些耳熟的名字，应该可以从名人录中找到，笔记本内还记载了所有人的地址，这笔记本的主人真是用心。 会长家位于世田谷区成城，副会长在大田区田园调布，干事家则在丰岛区目白，成城附近似乎是有供学生居住的便宜公寓，不过从副干事村尾居住的这座豪宅看来，这个集团的成员们再怎么样也不会是家境贫穷的庶民。 “要调查的话也是可以……” 淳司露出一副要求回报的表情注视着伯父。 “只是要收不少的活动费用。” “嗯……虽然你这么说……” “伯父如果吝啬起来，那唯一的优点不就消失了吗？” “你也知道最近的财政状况……” “只要想起差点被骗走的十亿日元，就不会觉得这0.1％的必要花费可惜吧。” 趁伯父深思时，淳司取走雅香手上的笔记本，开始详读内页。 “不过，话说回来，要用什么办法接近这些人呢？” “说得也是，虽然不太可能见到会长，不过副会长倒是有办法喔。” “别说得那么简单。” “因为那个叫热海的人，刚好是我们大学的理事长。” 雅香轻而易举地解决一大难题。“喔……”伯父发出了惊叹声，反倒是淳司皱起眉头。 “堂堂理事长会轻易接见一名学生吗？” “我觉得应该没问题，因为那个人最喜欢政治家和美丽的女学生了。” “谁是美丽的女学生啊？”这句话说出口会让事情没完没了，所以淳司选择沉默，仔细想想，这家伙姑且也算是私立明星大学的学生，比起普通的国立大学，入学测验的分数标准明显高出许多。 “对了，教练，你对俳句熟吗？” “至少能分辨俳句和川柳、狂句的不同。” “一边喝玄米茶，一边写着俳句的吸血鬼，真是不错的作画题材。” “我倒觉得连漫画都画不成。” 淳司说出一点也不浪漫的话，雅香突然板起脸，将手指抵在形状端正的下巴上。 “也许我也该去学一些俳句，就算只学个皮毛也好。话说回来，要谎称你是我的表哥……因为他虽然是教育工作者，却是个会用外表来判断人的家伙，你得在服装上下一番功夫才可以喔。” “该不会又要打领带了吧。” 就在淳司一脸厌烦地将手放在领口时，店内的电视报道了一则新闻，内容与村尾家的事件无关，而是一名支付不起房屋贷款的上班族受不了心理压力，于是放火将房子烧掉，连同全家自杀的惨剧。 “真是一椿令人难过的新闻，奋斗了几十年，总算拥有自己的家，最后却落得这样的结果，太可怜了。” “努力付出却得不到相当的报酬，这种国家总有一天会垮掉，就算外表再怎么光鲜亮丽也一样，纵使涂上多么鲜艳的油漆，砂城仍然是砂城，不可能变成水泥大厦。” “教练还真是严格。” “成为社会派吸血鬼是我的目标。” 这个玩笑一点也不有趣，淳司说出口后也立刻有了自觉。 “那么这次的事件，身为一个社会派人士，你有什么高见呢？” “将位于富士山树海的秘密研究所进行爆破并且烧毁，这样就结束了。” “谁的秘密研究啊？” “当然是CIA或是KGB的。” 对淳司毫无责任的发言，雅香点了点头之后，突然将话题一转。 “对了，教练，'冷狗'是什么事物啊？” “怎么，你无论如何都想知道吗？” 淳司虽然露出一副厌恶的表情，最后决定还是全盘托出，因为他觉得与其被伯父加油添醋乱说，倒不如由自己开口。 “那是一道用冷掉的面包夹入香肠做成的料理，真的很难吃。” “喔……是这样啊，冷掉的热狗，所以才叫做冷狗，原来如此。” 雅香一阵大笑，在旁的伯父微微扬起嘴角，淳司则是一脸沮丧地喝着杯中的水。 那一晚，在东京湾附近，某间大学的校园内发生了一件不值一提的小事，从学生会馆某间正在举行联谊的房间里走出了一对男女，学生会馆内共有六间和室，要找到一间无人的房间调情绝非难事，两人就在和室内电灯关闭的状况下互相拥抱。 “……但是这里暗得好诡异，总觉得会发生什么恐怖的事情。” “地球可是每年持续温室化喔，不管发生什么事都不奇怪。” 男学生边笑边抚摸女朋友的胸部，突然间，男学生表情一变，他发出厌恶的声音并且赏了自己一巴掌，他感到脸上有一股被细针刺入的触感，接着只听见凶手留下一阵刺激神经的细微声响，便迅速地飞离现场。 “啧，被暖化也该有个限度吧，怎么连蚊子都在冬天出现了。” “我可不想被蚊子咬而留下痕迹，难道不能到更有气氛的地点去吗？像是豪华度假旅馆之类的地方。” “哼，反正我是个没出息的家伙。兴致全没了，回去吧。” 判断不出究竟是谁的心情比较差，两名学生带着不悦的表情，以若无其事的动作回到同伴们的身边，就在他们离开后，从昏暗和室内发出的振翅声逐渐高涨。 ……在二十一世纪的魔都东京，在寒冷的严冬中，不久将会发现以蚊子为媒介的传染病开始流行的征兆。