Chapter 20 fourth quarter

The friends who are used to playing together every day are alienated from each other, my sister who was very good to me has also started to be hostile to me, the fact that my parents don’t love me has been confirmed again, and I can no longer find an excuse to go to the police station, it is indeed too lonely... This At that time, 4B pencils were needed for the drawing class at school, and I had to buy them, but I only had 30 yuan in my wallet. I told my mother: "Pencils are needed for the drawing class..." My mother said: "Didn't I just give you pocket money last time? Just use that to buy." I couldn't tell the truth, so I went to the stationery store with 30 yuan in my hand At first glance, 4B pencils cost fifty yuan.

It was a small stationery store near the elementary school, and only one old woman guarded it.I took out a pencil that was in a plastic bucket and clutched it in my hand, what to do, what to do, what to do... Finally I stuffed the pencil into the sleeve of my tracksuit, I couldn't believe what I was doing, and turned to the door Avoiding the old lady, at this moment, I almost screamed, I saw my sister standing in front of the transparent glass door and looking this way. My sister walked into the store and said, "You're here to buy a 4B pencil, right? I have it, and you can use mine. Already bought it?"

I didn't speak, just shook my head. "Great. I just happened to be shopping for mechanical pencils. I'll get you one. No kid in elementary school uses this. You can show it off. By the way, let's get a pair of different colors, pink and light blue. ,Which one do you like?" My sister said and picked up two cute mechanical pencils worth 300 yuan.Handed it to me with a smile.This was the first time my sister spoke to me face to face after the incident.Looking at my sister's smiling face, I was a little overwhelmed, didn't speak, just stared at the pen.Why are you so nice to me today?Is there something good about it?Just as I stretched out my hand to the light blue pen tremblingly, my arm was suddenly pushed against by a hard object.It's the pen I keep in my sleeve.

Maybe my sister has seen me steal and is going to go back and sue my mother.If my stealing is revealed, my sister will be more favored than before, and I will be alienated even more, my sister will be secretly happy.Should I get the pencil out and tell her I don't want a mechanical pencil and buy me this one.However, what would my sister think when she saw me take out the pen from my sleeve? I was thinking wildly in my mind, but my sister didn't seem to care about it, she just buried herself in happily picking erasers and looking at colored pens.Maybe my sister has seen through my theft. I really can't bear this sense of guilt, no, it should be said to be desperate, and ran out of that stationery store.I couldn't go home, and I didn't have friends to talk to. When I realized it, I found myself walking in the direction of the police station.Maybe you don't understand, how can you go to the police station after stealing something?Because there is indeed the only place that can accept me.

When I arrived at the gate of the police station, I was hesitating whether to go in. Ando saw me and greeted me. "Hey, Yuka. It's really cold today, come on in and get warm." He didn't ask me what I'm here for, what's the matter, or what's the matter, but said it was really cold.I took out my stolen pencil from my sleeve and said, "I stole something. I'm sorry." Then I burst into tears.I didn't want to be forgiven, he could criticize me, or rather I wanted him to criticize me. However, Officer Ando did not criticize me.He sat me down on a chair by the stove, and took out a clear plastic bag from the desk drawer, which contained nearly thirty hundred-dollar coins.

This money is not taken, right?You are very concerned about the progress of the investigation, so you deliberately came here pretending to hand over the lost property, right?Sorry we didn't catch the criminal sooner and scared you.You can come here anytime you don't.Well, take this and pay the money, and you say you forgot to take the wallet, so go home and bring the money, and the people in the store will forgive you. Ando said, stuffing the bag with coins into my hand.His hands, so large that they almost covered mine and the bag, were still as strong and reliable as they were on the day of the murder, and I couldn't help thinking that I wasn't alone.I thanked Ando and went back to the stationery store. The old lady in the store told me that my sister had already paid for the pencil.My sister explained the situation to my grandma who didn't find out that I had stolen the pencil. She confessed that I did it and apologized for it.The old grandma said: "What a good sister."

When I got home, my mother who had been waiting didn't let me in, and locked me in the storage room, saying that if I stole something, I would be locked there overnight.It was dark and cold inside, I took out the change from the plastic bag, recalling the feeling of Officer Ando's hands, I didn't feel scared or sad. What made me sad was the news that Ando was leaving in the second month.He passed the exam and was transferred to the county police headquarters.Although it is worth celebrating, it is a painful thing for me.On the day of parting, I would not say goodbye emotionally, but just stood in front of the police station with my head down.Ando came over to me and said, "There will be an experienced police officer. If you have any concerns, you can talk to him." However, the new police officer is a family uncle with a hunchback and looks very unreliable From now on, I will never go to the police station even if I have something to do.

I started stealing and got used to it.It might seem a bit of a stretch to say it, but it's not because it's fun, or because I don't have enough pocket money, I just want to attract attention, even if there is a homicide, my parents won't pick me up, and if the police summon them, there is no way they won't come up.However, my efforts are often in vain because the people in the store can't find it.Those gangs of middle school students who are still hanging out late at night are willing to talk to me like this, and I finally have a companion. These are all things that happened one year after the incident, and it was three years after the murder that you were called.

Three years later, you called four thirteen-year-old girls together and said some unbelievable things.Children of that age, even if they live an ordinary life, still have doubts or anxiety about their own existence, but you accuse us of being "murderers" and even say that we need to find the criminal and make atonement, otherwise you will revenge. You may just vent your emotions without any scruple, without considering whether the children can bear it.Perhaps, you will forget all about it within three days after you return to Tokyo. You don't look like Emili, but your personality is exactly the same, and... you are also very similar to my sister.

My sister regained her previous personality two months before I was called away by you. The reason is very simple, and even makes people feel a little sad, because after high school, she had a boyfriend.The boyfriend treats her sister like a princess. They meet each other at school every day, talk on the phone until late at night, and go to play far away on the rest day.I didn't know how to react when she gleefully showed me the pictures they had taken with a disposable camera and told me they had ridden the roller coaster five times in a row at the fairground. Although my mother happily said, "When I grow up, my body will become stronger", but I am very worried about my sister.Are you uncomfortable?What did you have for lunch?Don't go out next week, it's better to rest at home?

These words that used to be on my lips became no longer so pleasant after my sister had a boyfriend.I used to think that my sister is the kind of person who needs to be supported and cared by everyone, but now I feel that she is more inclined to be exclusive to one person. My mother was alienated by my sister, so she began to care about everything about me.Although I feel that my mother did not do it for me, but I am not in a bad mood.To my surprise, my mother suggested that I see a therapist.It's been three years since the murder, and I don't understand why it's suddenly brought up now, and besides, I don't think it has caused any obstacles to my daily life. I said no need to go.Mom said with tears: "Mom thinks that your stealing and staying out at night are all affected by that incident. You have never done such a thing before. I thought you were a serious child. Afterwards, you will gradually return to the way you were before. As a result, The criminal hasn't been found yet, but your situation is getting worse. I haven't said anything. You are rarely found by shopkeepers for stealing. You did it yesterday, right? Mom can tell by the look in your eyes, so……" I always thought that no one would find out about my behavior. What's more, I never dreamed that my mother, who only had eyes for my sister, would notice it. She also said that she could tell by looking at my eyes... What kind of eyes are they?After returning to my room, imagining stealing something, I looked at my face in the mirror, and I didn't find any difference from usual. I am determined not to steal again.At this moment, you called us to your home.That day, after returning from your house, my mother and I made an agreement that we would never steal again.I told my mom that because you kept making us think of the suspect's face, I was so scared that I started stealing things without knowing it.Mom said that everything will be fine in the future, and you will return to Tokyo soon. After that, I also cut off contact with those bad friends and started a low-key and ordinary life.I was a lot older than them, so they didn't bother me when I quit that circle.After graduating from high school, under the condition that only two people could be hired in this area, I was even hired to work in a credit bank in a neighboring town. It can be said that I have worked very hard. This may be because you are not here. Don't show that unhappy expression, I'm just telling the truth.Your behavior that day was undoubtedly a threat.Because of your coercion, the other three chose to atone for their sins. It is really stupid to atone for their sins without doing anything bad.I was going to ignore it, but in the end I started looking for the killer. But it's not for you—it's for my brother-in-law. The intervals between labors are starting to shorten, I have to hurry up.