Chapter 38 Section 26

The next day was Monday, and I took another day off.Even though I was disliked by my boss, this is also within the scope of my rights. I went to the police station to find Officer Kurata.They asked me to register at the window and wait in the waiting room.The so-called waiting room contained only a battered bench and a dirty ashtray. About ten minutes later, he came.It was still the same slightly darkened face, with oily nose and forehead, and the shirt sleeves rolled up, looking energetic. "Oh, it looks amazing." He said as soon as he saw me. If he really thought so in his heart, his extraordinary powers of observation are not very good.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you in your busy schedule. I have something I want to ask you about." "Oh? What's the matter?" I licked my dry lips: "It's about that robber, whose surname seems to be Kyogoku." "Oh," he said, looking at his watch, "let's talk somewhere quiet. There's a nice café nearby." The coffee in the shop he recommended was not very good, it was just bitter.However, you don't have to worry about being overheard when you sit in the back seat, which is very suitable for private conversations. "How is Kyogoku's house now?" I asked.

"I don't know the details. After the incident, his sister lived there. I don't know what's going on now, maybe they moved." "He has a sister?" "You don't know? So his sister hasn't visited you? It's reasonable to make amends on behalf of the dead brother. It's outrageous." "Unexpectedly, Kyogoku has a younger sister. I heard that his mother gave birth to two under the condition of being unmarried?" "She didn't like it either," he said. "They're twins." "Twins?" Really unexpected news.

"In addition, Fanba has been unwilling to admit their mother and son, which is really worse. The younger sister is called Liangzi, and it is written in Chinese characters like this." He dipped his finger in water and wrote it on the table. "Do you know her address or contact information?" "I know, what are you asking for? I understand the resentment in your heart, but everyone is dead, and spreading resentment on his sister can't change anything." I moved my lips: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to know more about Kyogoku. I have been in the hospital for too long, and I have no chance to know him."

I thought he was going to ask me again what purpose I had for knowing Kyogoku, but he simply took out a notepad from his pocket. "As I said just now, there may be no one living at this address." "It doesn't matter." He read the address and phone number.in Yokohama.I took out the notebook and ballpoint notes from my trouser pocket and wrote them down. "Kyogoku originally planned to be a musician?" After writing it down, I pretended to be casual and asked. Kurata nodded: "It seems that he wanted to be a pianist, but it didn't go well. Before the accident, he seemed to be playing the piano in bars and taverns."

"Why didn't it go well?" "Well, art is always going to be tough anyway." I also understand this truth very well. There is nothing left to ask. "I have to go now." I got up to get the bill and he beat me to it. "Let me take this little money. Besides, you have helped me before." "Unfortunately it didn't help." He narrowed one eye and smiled wryly: "It's about my sore spot. Even if it doesn't help, isn't our job to do everything we can to solve the case under such circumstances? Your testimony is still helpful to the solution of the case." Yes." Then he put his arm around my shoulder and said, "It's over. You'd better forget about it as soon as possible so you can start over."

I smiled slightly.It's a mockery of the clueless cops, it's over?It should be said that it has just begun. He generously misunderstood my smile as kindness, and happily walked towards the cashier. After we parted ways with Kurata in front of the cafe, I walked straight to the station, bought a map at a small bookstore on the way, and tried to look up the address I just found out, and it didn't take long to get there by train. I bought the ticket without hesitation and went through the ticket gate. The result of thinking all night last night is that Kyogoku must be thoroughly investigated.Thoughts of flashing by in Saga's car kept running through my head, and it seemed like I couldn't move forward until I figured things out.

Regarding the question of who donated my brain, so far I have been told it was Tokio Sekiya, is that really the case? Judging from Shixiong's father's words, Shixiong is a timid and honest young man, just like me in the past. This doesn't fit with my hypothesis, which is that my recent personality changes are due to the donor's influence.With violent mood swings, hypersensitivity, and impulsiveness, all of which I had never experienced before, could it be assumed that the donor's personality was expressed in me in some way? But from the words of Shikio Sekio's father, it can't be seen that he has similar character traits.Is this assumption itself problematic?Personality changes are caused by other reasons?

What Saga said last night gave me another possibility.He said that Kyogoku once wanted to be a musician. I can't ignore several facts that go along with this.The key words are music and piano-it is the same when making a scene in a bar, and it is also the same when listening to Noriko Saga, my brain shows an abnormal response to the sound of the piano. In fact, I think the idea that the donor is not Tokio Sekiya but Shunsuke Kyogoku is not a big leap, but other explanations are too far-fetched.What other reason would make a man who is indifferent to music suddenly feel better? In this way, it is easy to understand why Dr. Tang Yuan and the others concealed the identity of the donor.In any case, Kyogoku is a criminal. Transplanting the brain of such a person will definitely cause many social and ethical problems, not to mention that the patient is the victim of that criminal.The doctor and the reason why they ignored my personality changes were also solved.Once that point is pursued, the identity of the donor may be exposed.They must have known that I was influenced by Kyogoku's brain.A few days ago, Ruosheng gave me a hearing test after a long absence. It must be to test whether I have shown the qualities that Kyogoku should have as a musician.The results of the examination are definitely positive and I am confident that I can get almost a perfect score.That weird psychologist's psychoanalysis must also be looking for the shadow of Kyogoku lurking in me.

When I realized this clearly, I wanted to investigate everything about Kyogoku more carefully.As for what plans I have after the investigation, I haven't had time to think about it yet.I just desperately want to know the truth of the matter, and want to know the way to stop me from continuing to transform.If it still can't stop me from becoming someone else, at least I have to know what the end result is.This is my right. I changed trams several times along the way, and finally arrived at the station I wanted to go to after two hours.Broad Street is right next door and it's a big stop.

I inquired at the police station, Kyogoku’s house was within a few minutes’ walk, and there was a public telephone outside the police station.It seemed that I should make a phone call to inform the other party, but I left quickly.Not giving the other party any psychological preparation may be more conducive to finding out the truth of the matter. I walked along the main road as the police told me, and then walked into a narrow and winding path.A lot of cars parked on the side of the road made the road even narrower.Small houses and apartments are densely built along the roadside. Jingji's home is among those houses, covering an area of ​​about ten square meters.It was an old wooden two-story building, the walls had long been blackened by smoke, and the handrails on the balcony were rusty as if they had a skin disease.Only the door seems to have been changed recently, which is very conspicuous, which makes people feel even more bleak."Jingji" is written on the house number. It seems that the house has not been transferred to others, but there is no guarantee that there will still be people living in it. I tried to press the simple intercom on the wall, and heard the doorbell rang, but no one answered even after I pressed it twice. "Is there anything you can do with Kyogoku?" A voice suddenly sounded from the side.A housewife-like woman appeared in the window of the house next door.She has short hair and looks in her thirties. "Something...she doesn't live here now?" "It's still living. I should go out to work now, and I always don't come back until night." The housewife looked a little ugly with her mouth crooked. "Where is your work place near here?" The housewife sneered, "I don't know if that counts as a place to work." "Is she soliciting clients?" "It's for portraits. It seems that I have other jobs, and I haven't been working for long anyway." The housewife's expression was obviously not out of sympathy but glee.I felt the muscles under my eyes start to twitch. "Do you know where she paints?" "Well... other people's affairs have nothing to do with me." The housewife pretended to be indifferent to other people's affairs, "I will go to a farther place on weekends, and maybe I will be in front of the station on days like today." "In front of the station?" "Well, probably... are you investigating something?" She seemed to be quite interested in my origin and the purpose of finding Kyogoku.I perfunctorily leave in a hurry. Back at the station, I went to the police station and asked if there were portraits nearby.The policeman thought about it, and said that he seemed to have seen it several times on Station East Road. Station East Road is a commercial street for young people. The shops sell things that boys and girls like, and most of the people walking on the street are children who look like high school students. The stand for the portrait is next to the pancake stand.A woman in a T-shirt and jeans sat in front of a set easel.There are no customers, she is reading a book.Judging from the sample paintings on display, her painting skills are quite good. I approach slowly.She lowered her head, unable to see her face clearly.As if sensing my breath, she raised her head.She had short hair, a tanned face, and impressive slender, upward-turning eyes. The moment I saw her, my whole body froze, I didn't know what to say, and I didn't know what expression to make.I couldn't help but start to sweat. You'll understand when you see it-that's what I thought at the beginning.Just like when I met Shikio Sekio’s father, my intuition told me that I must have nothing to do with this man. I thought, if Kyogoku’s brain was really transplanted to me, I would definitely feel it when I saw his relatives. . This thought was indeed correct, and my reaction was stronger than expected. I'm sure I have a connection, albeit an invisible one, with this woman in front of me.I can receive all the signals from her without reservation, I am one with her.This kind of telepathic shock seems to be related to the fact that Kyogoku Shusuke and this woman are twins. "Hey, what's the matter?" Seeing a strange man froze beside her, she seemed suspicious.For a woman, her voice was low and hoarse. "Oh, nothing. Can you draw me a portrait?" She didn't seem to think that I would be a customer at all, and she was at a loss for a while, and it took a while to put the book aside. "A portrait?" "Well, it seems to be sitting here." I sat on a simple folding chair. "What kind of face do you want? Realistic or slightly beautified?" "Just draw what you see." She stared at me for a while, started to write, and stopped shortly afterwards, asking me with an incredulous expression: "Do you come here often?" "No, today is the first time." "Oh." She thought for a while, then immediately adjusted her thoughts and turned to the drawing paper.Her brushstrokes look beautiful, with the passion of a conductor holding a baton. "Where did you learn painting?" I asked. She didn't stop writing: "It's basically a school of its own. I only learned a little from acquaintances." Already amazing. " She burst out laughing. "You can't see my paintings from your side." "You can know without looking." With sharp eyes, she asked, "You also draw?" I thought about it and said, "No, it's not." I'm different now. "Heh, talking is really weird." She started writing again, "Don't pay attention to the way I speak. I'm not good at speaking honorifics. Whenever I'm restricted by those troublesome rules, my tongue will get tied." "That's fine for now." I watched Ryoko who was concentrating on my portrait.Staying like this, it seems that our heart wave frequencies are the same, and I can even hear her slight breathing clearly. She drew smoothly, but her expression became more and more abnormal.From time to time she stared at my face, seemingly puzzled. "What?" I tried to ask. "It's a strange question, don't you mind," she seemed a little embarrassed, "Have we met somewhere?" "With you? No." I shook my head. "Really? Where should I have seen it, otherwise how could I have such a feeling?" "What does it feel like?" "That's... I can't say it, but I just have such a feeling. Forget it, it's probably my illusion." She seemed a little restless, and stopped as soon as the tip of the pen touched the drawing paper, and grabbed her short hair vigorously, "I'm sorry , the painting is ruined. Somehow just can't rely on the spirit." "show me." "No need, I'll redraw." She took off the drawing paper and tore it up a few times. "I'm not making excuses, but this is the first time this happened today. I don't know why." "It doesn't matter." "If you have time, I'll draw it for you." She took out a new drawing paper and looked at me in bewilderment, "Hey, haven't you seen it?" "I've seen it, but I haven't seen it." "Oh..." As she spoke, she seemed to have noticed what I just said, "What do you mean by 'I have never seen it before'?" "I know your name, Miss Kyogoku Ryoko, you may know my name too." "Ah?" She was a little alert, "Who are you?" I took a slow breath and said, "Narase Junichi." "Narase..." After a few seconds, she responded to the name.Her face seemed to be stirring up waves on the surface of dry water, showing a look of vigilance.Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was open, and she seemed to be holding her breath. "I'm here to see you," I said. "It's great to see you." Biting her lip, she suddenly lowered her head weakly. "Sorry." "Apologize for explaining?" "That... because I haven't visited you once... I think I have to go, but I can't make up my mind..." Ryoko bowed her head and apologized to me again. "I don't have any dissatisfaction with you. Of course, I don't deny that I have a grudge against Kyogoku Instant." "I will apologize on behalf of Instant Price..." She was suddenly at a loss for words. "Forget it. I didn't come here to see your guilty face. I have a lot of things I want to ask you. Can you find a place to talk?" "Go to my house." "What about work?" "Forget it today. If you don't come, I'll call it a day." Ryoko packed up the tools, put them on the rear rack of the motorcycle parked nearby, stepped on the bike, and rode slowly at the same speed as me. . Going back to the house I had been to just now, she ushered me into the house.As soon as you enter the door, you will find the kitchen. Inside is a six-fold room. We sit face to face. Next to the kitchen is a staircase leading to the first floor.The ladder is next to the pool, so it seems inconvenient to cook. "Sorry, the house is very crowded." Ryoko said while pouring me tea. "Have you lived here all this time?" "Well, this house seems to be inherited by my mother from my grandfather and grandmother. Shunsuke and I both grew up here." I looked around, the ceiling was black, and there were many peeling places on the walls.It seems that it has been renovated many times, but it still cannot keep up with the aging of the house. In this house, I feel a strong energy, which infects me and makes my heart feel an unprecedented peace.I think this is indeed the place where Kyogoku Shusuke was born and raised.He who was part of my mind answered the call of this nostalgic home. "I was really taken aback," Liangzi said deeply, "I didn't expect you to come here. I should take the initiative to greet you." "Stop talking." I was a little annoyed, "I didn't come to you for this." "That's right, I'm sorry." She raised the teacup to her lips, but didn't drink the tea, looking at my face. "When I saw you just now, I felt that you were not an ordinary customer. I always felt like I had seen it somewhere. Maybe it was because the police showed me your photo when the incident happened." I answered in my heart, it should not be the case.She also seems to be aware that the twin brother is calling her through my body. "Could you tell me about Kyogoku Instant?" I asked, "I've finally recovered a little bit now. These days I want to clear up my thoughts and learn about him." "That matter must be a fog to you." "I heard that his mother died before the incident." Ryoko nodded, and then pointed to her chest, "Heart disease, the body is basically unable to move, and it is almost bedridden. It is impossible to completely cure, and it is just barely sustaining life. But the doctor said that if the operation is more or less It will be better, so the only option is to have an operation. Shunjie and I ran around to raise money for the operation, but in the end it was too late. My mother caught a bad cold and passed away moaning in pain." "I heard that you also went to the boss of the real estate company?" "In the beginning, neither of us wanted to owe that person. He was the person we hated the most in the world. But then we couldn't raise any money, so Shujie had to go to him. The result was as expected, and he Not only did she reject Shunsuke, but she also said it in an ugly way." Ryoko sighed softly, and continued to say that her mother passed away a week after that. " "Mother's death seems to have caused him to do that?" She nodded. "Junsuke's love for his mother was too strong to express in words, maybe it can be said to be amazing. When his mother died, he was locked in the room all day crying and shouting. I was really worried that he would go crazy and die like that. After the body was put into the coffin, he refused to leave, and I was really worried." I muttered in my heart, could it be Oedipus? "A similar thing happened during the cremation. Shortly after the cremation started, Shunsuke said to the staff: 'Pull my mother out!'" "Get it out? Halfway?" "That's right. I think he probably couldn't stand his beloved mother being burned like that. The staff also thought so, so they advised him that if he didn't do this, his mother's soul would not be able to become a Buddha or something." .” "How did he say?" "He said that it is not that the burning is not allowed. He also knows that it is impossible to stop the burning, but he does not want to see the charred ashes that are finally taken out. If possible, he wants to watch his mother being cremated. process, but that didn't seem possible, at least let him watch it halfway through the burn—that's what he said." I felt some tingling down my spine. "What will the staff do next?" "They said it was hard to obey." Ryoko smiled, "This kind of thing has no precedent before, and it violates the rules. But Shujie still couldn't understand, and clamored to get his mother out. I told him that my mother is also a woman. A woman, no one wants to let others see her burnt appearance, so just bear with it and don't embarrass mother. Shujie finally calmed down, but everyone present at the time felt terrified. Alas, but that was also Of course. Later, he kept talking like that, my mother will be burned, my mother will be burned..." Mom is going to be burned... In the blink of an eye, I saw the scene of the flames becoming more and more intense, as if someone reached out to me through the flames. "Since then, Shunjie has become a little abnormal. On the one hand, he blamed himself for not being able to save his mother, and on the other hand, he resented those who refused to help us. But I never thought that he would do such a thing..." Ryoko Choking, voice full of bitterness. I recall Kyogoku's eyes—the eyes of a dead fish.In those eyes, the despair and resentment towards people seemed to have wiped out all his good emotions. "I heard that Kyogoku wanted to be a musician before?" I asked "Well. My mother discovered his talent very early. Although life was difficult, she still tried to get him to learn music. The advantage of my mother is that she cares not only for Shun Jie, but also for me. Unfortunately, I am not as good as Shun Kai. talent." "Don't you know how to draw?" Ryoko frowned, squinted her eyes and said, "That counts? Let it count." "Where does Kyogoku practice the piano?" "Second floor, do you want to see it?" "I want to see." Kyogoku's room is four and a half stacks in size. Apart from the bookshelves and the piano, there are some worthless things scattered around.Ryoko opened the window right away, but the heat in the room was still suffocating because the entire wall was covered with cardboard boxes and Styrofoam panels. "Junsuke did this for soundproofing." Seeing me looking at the wall, Ryoko said, "It might be effective if you do it this way." I approached the piano and opened the lid.The ivory-colored keys looked like fossils, but the thick sound of the keys casually touched by my fingertips brought me back to reality. Kyogoku used to live here. I can feel my brain responding to the sound of the piano.Kyogoku used to live here, and now he's back. Ryoko said to get some cold drinks and went downstairs.I sit in front of the piano and feel the touch of the keys.There is no doubt that the donor is Kyogoku.His brain is affecting my brain step by step. I felt slightly dizzy, so I closed my eyes and pressed the corners of my eyes with my hands.When I opened my eyes again, I found a small toy piano at my feet.I bent down to observe carefully.It must have been a long time ago, but there are hardly any scratches on it.Other than a bit of dust and a bit of rust around the corners, it's basically like new. I tapped the small keyboard below, and what came out was a metallic, simple sound, but I could discern scales and play very simple melodies.I tried to play a well-known nursery rhyme with one index finger. When I came back to my senses, Ryoko was standing behind me with a tray, staring at me intently. "This should be a very commemorative thing, and it belongs to Kyogoku?" I said. "My mother bought it when I was a child. It was originally bought for me, but it was basically played by Shunjie. He kept this toy piano like a treasure box. After his mother died, he still took it out to play from time to time." She said Shaking his head, "Ah, I seem to have a strange feeling. Staying with you like this, it seems that Shunsuke is back. You two obviously don't look alike at all. Could it be that your temperament is similar?" I don't know what to say, silent. Seeing this, Liangzi was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry. You must be unhappy to be said to be like that kind of lunatic?" "No, it doesn't matter." I took him for granted. Ryoko poured beer into a glass.I was going to avoid alcohol and today I wanted to.I took a sip of my beer and looked around again.Bookshelves filled with books about music. "He's a study freak." "He is a person who doesn't know how to be lazy." She replied, "'No time' is his mantra. He always says that he has no time to study, no time to practice, and he can't stand seeing others wasting time. I was also punished by him for procrastinating." I’ve learned the lesson many times, saying that life is meaningless for people who don’t have enterprising spirit.” "He didn't pay attention to the people around him?" "Maybe." She nodded, "He basically despises everyone, from a long time ago, and hated the teacher when he was in school, saying why he had to give his precious time to that kind of imbecile teacher." These things sound like my own memories.But in fact, no matter how I recall, I can't remember that I ever underestimated the teacher. "Kyogoku's only interest is music? What about other things, such as painting?" "Painting? Ah, no, no, no." Ryoko waved the other hand while drinking beer, "Shunsuke is not good at face painting at all. When I was in elementary school, I said that I hated drawing the most. Strange, I He can draw, but he can't do music at all. He is the exact opposite of me. Obviously both are art." I explained that it was probably due to the different ways of using the brain.Liang Jingji put all his energy into music and rejected all other creative activities. I held the wine glass in one hand and tapped the toy piano casually with the other.This piano has nothing to do with me, but I have a feeling that my distant memory is about to be awakened. "I know it's rude to say that," Ryoko said with a little concern, "but I feel that you are very similar to Shun Jie. Now it's like being with Shun Jie. I'm the happiest when I'm with him, there's a special kind of peace I feel that way, and I feel that way when I'm with you now." "It's incredible." "Well, it's unbelievable. It feels like Instantaneous is by my side." Her eyes seemed to be immersed in a dream. "I want to ask you one thing," I said, "can you give me this toy piano?" Ryoko didn't seem to understand, her mouth was half open. "I don't care, what are you doing with this?" "There's no particular reason, just wanting it out of nowhere." Ryoko looked at the piano and then at me. After a while, she finally smiled and said, "Okay, you can take it back, it's useless to stay here anyway. And..." She took a breath and continued, "I think that's good for this It is also the best home for the piano, as if it should be kept by you." She went to the next room to fetch a big paper bag, and the small piano was just right in it. "I've bothered you for a long time, I should go back." I stood up with the paper bag in my hand, "I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble." "No." Ryoko shook her head, "It's great to see you." "Reminds you of something sad?" "It's okay. Besides, someone came to inquire about Shunjie not long ago." As I was about to go downstairs, I stopped again and turned around. "Ask about Kyogoku? Who?" "They say they are two people who study criminal psychology at Towa University. I remember the surnames Yamamoto and Suzuki." "From Towa University?" I can't think of anyone with the surnames Yamamoto and Suzuki. "What do they look like?" "Two men, one is an old man with white hair, and the other is a young man, thin and gloomy for some reason." It must be Tang Yuan and Ruosheng.If the two of them are also investigating Kyogoku, it will further prove my hypothesis.Sure enough, they also noticed that my changes were influenced by Kyogoku. "What did those two people do?" She asked with some concern. "Oh, it's nothing. There are always people in this world who are working on boring things." When I went downstairs, I turned to her again: "You gave me a lot of references." "Huh? I don't quite understand what you mean." "It's okay if you don't know." I held out my right hand to her, "Goodbye, take care." Ryoko hesitated for a moment, then held out her hand to me.We shook hands. In an instant, my blood boiled.All the nerves are concentrated in the palm, and the current in the brain is passing to the wrist. At the same time, the signals from her body seem to be constantly invading the deepest part of my brain. I looked at Ryoko, and Ryoko looked at me. "Ah, it's unbelievable." She whispered, "I don't know why, it feels like we hit it off." "Me too," I said, "as if I'm going to like you." Ryoko looked up at me, her eyes moist. "I have to apologize to you. I'll listen to everything you say." I have an urge to hug her, and I know she does too. "Do you love Kyogoku?" "Don't imagine. He's like a part of me, and I'm a part of him." I felt that my brain waves were consistent with hers. It was Jingji who was longing for this woman. I wanted to hug her because I was under Jingji's control. Ryoko's neck began to sweat finely, and the wet T-shirt was tightly attached to the skin, revealing a feminine figure.I feel a change between my legs.No, it cannot be controlled by Kyogoku. I shook my head vigorously and shook my hand away.Ryoko and I seemed to have lost touch all of a sudden.She seemed to feel it too, and looked at her hand lonely. "It's good to be here today," I said. "If you come again next time," she shook her head halfway through speaking, "I shouldn't have said that." "We'd better not see each other again." I looked into her eyes, "Goodbye." "Goodbye." She also whispered. I walked out of the gate and got farther and farther away from Kyogoku's house. I always felt that something was holding me back, like the resistance I encountered when trying to separate the north and south poles of a magnet.That resistance lasted for nine days until I got on the tram.I kept looking at the hand she touched, As the tram gradually approached the street I was going to, the feeling for Ryoko Kyogoku and the house gradually faded, and I also felt very clearly that the spiritual peace just now was gradually disappearing.The anger and resentment in my heart surged up, and the anger continued to heat up, as if it was about to break through my body.