Chapter 31 Section 21

One of the reasons why I became more and more isolated in the factory was that the business improvement report submitted not long ago was made public.The content of the report is that if the efficiency is improved, the number of staff can be reduced to one-third. On the other hand, there are currently a considerable number of people who are doing foreign work.Weak people are always afraid of being told the truth and hate people who tell the truth. I don't have many friends, and one of them, Saburo Kasai, has recently ignored me. He probably thinks it will be safer for his social life, and he is also a weak person.

I don't think this state will last long, and it turns out that this premonition is very accurate.But I didn't expect it to turn out like this. "I made a decision after discussing with the factory manager. Anyway, you have rested for a long time, and there is not much work at hand." The monitor did not look at me, but talked to me while looking at the documents on the table. He used to call me "you boy", but recently he called me "you".He was talking to me about transfers.As soon as the work bell rang in the afternoon, I was called to his place.According to the incompetent squad leader, the third manufacturing plant proposed to transfer a person to their production line, and the job content was to stand beside the conveyor belt and assemble the machines.It is no wonder that the third factory is understaffed. The wages there are notoriously low and the working conditions are harsh.As soon as they mentioned transfer, the bastard squad leader picked me.

I'm speechless.I don't know what he's thinking about leaving a bunch of idlers who don't work hard and get paid for nothing, but want to drive away those who submit two reports a week.I'm going crazy. "The troublemaker should be driven away, right?" The squad leader pretended to be angry: "What are you talking about? That's not the case." "But now I have more workload than anyone else. A sensible boss would never choose me." "You mean I don't understand?" "I mean, there are a lot of redundant people in this workshop, they are all scum."

"You were isolated by everyone just because you said such extreme things." I pursed my mouth when I heard this.isolated?Just now I said it was not like this, but I immediately said it was a slip of the tongue.As if aware of the contradiction, he gave a dry cough and smoothed things over and said: "I want to deal with personnel changes while maintaining team unity as much as possible. This is a fact. Don't think about the bad." There is nothing to say, he waved his hands like chasing flies: "That's it, you go back." I walked to the door and turned my head again. "What's the matter?" The poor-looking guy looked at me.I felt my cheeks tense and said to this piece of shit, "Garbage!"

He was too surprised to speak, and I opened the door and went out. Back in the workshop, a few workers secretly looked at me. When I looked over, they immediately averted their eyes.Everyone seemed to know about the transfer.Thank goodness no one has been near me all day.The moment I saw their faces, I felt that the hatred in my heart was about to explode, which was terrible. After work, I didn't go home directly, but walked the streets at night in a daze.Emptiness and anger alternately struck. I was thinking, what if it was before the accident?If it was the old Naruse Junichi, he wouldn't have been selected for the transfer, because he was not conspicuous, and he was the best subordinate of the squad leader.Can you say that you are happier if you can't stick to your own ideas like before?I don't even know if my old self had a mind of my own.

What I can't forget is that I still don't know whether the current personality is really my own. I wandered towards the tavern. I know that alcohol is bad, and when I think about the scene of being drunk and acting wild, I know that it has a great impact on brain function.But there are nights when drinking is a must, like tonight. I staggered in.The tavern is very small, so small that when you push the door, you will bump into the chairs in front of the bar, but there is still some space inside, and there is a black piano.I sat down in the middle of the bar and ordered a glass of "wild chicken" tail whiskey with ice. Besides me, there was a man and a woman, who seemed to be regular customers, talking intimately with the bartender.

Thinking about it carefully, it was unimaginable for my former self to enter such a store alone.Not only that, have I ever gone drinking alone before? It's not incomprehensible that the squad leader wanted to drive me away.Probably because it is difficult to deal with, and the eyesight is undoubtedly a reason.The once honest subordinate suddenly changed into a different person one day, and everyone would be confused. environmental change?What a joke! Dr. Tang Yuan must be hiding something.During the psychoanalysis that day—they called it "free association"—something must have happened to me.They didn't actually mention it, because they were afraid that I would realize something.Was it the donor, or the failure of the surgery itself?Whatever it is, it has to be faced that the personality changes I've mentioned time and time again aren't just fear.

What will happen to me in the future?If I let the changes continue like this, what kind of end will be waiting for me? I drank the wine in one gulp, and I ordered another "bourbon" whiskey.Alcohol seeps into the skin like a sponge soaking up water.Something inside the body is waking up. With a bang, I looked up and saw a thin middle-aged man with a sallow face sitting down in front of the piano.He put down the sheet music, apparently about to play the piano.My gaze returned to the spilled glass.I have no interest in music.I popped a peanut in my mouth and washed it down my stomach with wine.

The piano performance started, it was a song I had heard before.Not classical music, but film music or something. Sounds good, I think.The music is very beautiful. For some reason, the sound of the piano makes my heart sway.Is it because the performers are highly skilled?I have never heard a piano play in such a mood.I was fascinated by the cup. Towards the end of the first song, new customers came to the store, four men and women in their twenties.They sat at the only round table in the piano shop.For a moment I had a bad feeling. The middle-aged pianist began to play the second piece silently. This time it was a classical piece, which I can often hear, but I don't know the name of the piece.I ordered another whiskey and moved to a seat near the piano.The notes struck by the keys hit my heart.I feel kind and sad at the same time.Why are you in this mood tonight?Why didn't I realize how beautiful the piano sounded before?

The body seems to be floating in the air, floating like smoke.Not because of the alcohol, but because of the sound, the sound of the piano.I closed my eyes and was intoxicated. Suddenly, a burst of laughter came. The rare mood was destroyed, I opened my eyes.As expected, looking at the round table, the young people who came in just now were chatting nonsense and laughing, full of arrogance - as long as we are happy, we don't care what others do. Of course, the clerk didn't remind them, probably already used to it.The pianist was also continuing to play expressionlessly.The pair of men and women were whispering selflessly.

I want to ignore them, but it's not possible.Subtle parts of the piece are drowned out by vulgar sounds.My unhappiness gradually escalated, my head began to ache, and I felt thick black lumps crawling up from my chest. One of the group made a strange cry, like the cry of some lower animal other than human beings. I walked to their table and grabbed the shoulder of the young man who was the loudest: "Be quiet, I can't hear the piano." Those four people didn't understand what happened in the past, probably they didn't know that they would be accused when they didn't obey the rules.Immediately, they showed disgust unabashedly, the two women pursed their red lips in disappointment, and the two men frowned and stared at me. "What?" A man stood up and grabbed my shirt collar, "Are you complaining?" He looked like a bad high school student with long hairs, with a fierce face, and frivolous hair full of voices. "I said, it's too noisy, be quiet. This is not a kindergarten." His face contorted, and for a split second there was a jolt in my face.I staggered, my back hit the corner of the bar, and the glass fell to the floor and shattered. "Go out and fight!" said the bartender behind the bar. "It's over!" the guy said, spitting on my foot.He smiled.A wretch like you can just sleep at home. " Probably thought it was very enjoyable to talk, and the other three laughed. The headache is getting worse, tinnitus, cold sweat all over the body.Like blowing up a balloon, hatred spread in my heart.Looking at the spittle on his feet, I felt like I had found a reason to kill him.Such a person has no value in living. Seeing me standing up straight, he also put on a posture: "Why, I want to make a gesture—" Before he finished speaking, I kicked him in the crotch vigorously.He groaned and arched like a shrimp.Then, without hesitation, I picked up the empty beer bottle next to me and threw it at the back of his head with all my strength.The beer bottle didn't shatter like in an action movie, but made a muffled bang.I hit it again, and he fell immediately. The other man got up from his chair, but when I glared, he backed away.This kind of guy is as timid as a mouse once he feels that the situation is unfavorable.The two women only have to be trembling. I put down the beer bottle, approached their table, picked up the brandy, which was still quite a bit in the bottle, and poured it over the passed out man's head.His light-colored suit was stained with color, and the strong aroma of wine wafted.The bottle emptied and I grabbed another from the bar and poured it over the guy.He finally opened his eyes, frowning. "I seem to have woken up." I took someone's lighter next to me, adjusted the gas volume to the maximum, and asked the bartender, "Can the brandy be lit?" "Huh?" He nodded stiffly as if he hadn't heard tomorrow. Seemingly understanding something from the conversation, the man drenched in brandy screamed, "Wow, stop!" "Cremation." I held out the lighter to him, about to light it.The women screamed.At this moment, a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist.Looking back, the thin middle-aged pianist was shaking his head: "Don't do that." "open!" "Don't do anything stupid." He said hoarsely. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the guy ran away from the door.I shook off the pianist's hand and chased him out with a lighter.There were hurried footsteps on the nearby stairs.The tavern is on the basement level.I climbed the stairs and saw him running towards the road. He was staggering from the concussion just now. There were few people in this area, so I could catch up with him.You want to escape! Sure enough, I immediately caught up with him.That guy also spotted me and hurried into the alley next to me.I am desperate.The alley was narrow, filled with the stench of sewage and household garbage, and a faint scent of brandy—from him.I kept chasing it until I arrived at a slightly spacious place piled with cardboard boxes and wooden boxes.The guy was pulling boxes because the alley was blocked.I snickered. "What do you want to do?!" Seeing that there was no way to escape, he yelled at me.I lit the lighter, made sure the flame was big enough, and approached him slowly.I don't know what a brandy-smothered ass can turn into, but I shudder at the thought of this guy surrounded by blue flames.At the same time, a picture emerged in his mind - a mouse being lit.Pour oil on the mouse in the iron cage, set it on fire, and the flesh gave off an indescribable stench—when did that happen? "Stop, stop!" he yelled. "I was wrong, and I apologize. Please forgive me!" "Cremation. Burn you." I moved closer to him. At this time, there was a rat's squeak around me, and I turned my head to look at it unconsciously.In an instant, he grabbed the cardboard box next to me and threw it at me. While I was dodging, he ran away along the way he came. I chased after him, and as I ran, I had this thought: What am I doing?I'm running down the alley, is this really me?Who exactly?Where is it again? As soon as he ran out of the alley, he felt a sharp pain in his head.I couldn't help moaning, covered my head, and looked up, the guy was standing with a wooden board, and I seemed to have been hit by a board.I fell and grabbed his ankle.He couldn't stand and fell backwards. "Wow, open me up!" He struggled desperately, but I couldn't let go of his feet.I grabbed his body and lit the lighter. "Stop, stop, stop!" He waved the plank.My forehead was broken, and the blood flowed to the side of my nose, but I felt strangely painless.I didn't let go. The flames were about to ignite his clothes, and he screamed.Almost immediately, someone grabbed my lighter hand.An angry shout came from the top of the head: "What are you doing?" I looked up, and there was a man I didn't know next to me.The red lights of a police car were flashing on the opposite side. This guy is crazy! cried the guy who was almost burned.