Chapter 42 Section 29

Why would I take something like that home?That red toy piano.There is a power in that thing that summons the undead of Kyogoku in my body. I was alone in my apartment room, sitting unconsciously in front of the piano, tapping the keys, and my mind would settle when I heard the sound of the piano.That just means that my heart is being eroded bit by bit.But I don't have the guts to get rid of this little piano, and I don't have the confidence to deal with the chaos and anxiety of losing it. I write in a diary, and sometimes I look back at what I wrote before, and notice that what I wrote a few days ago, I feel different from myself now.Could it be that change has accelerated?

One night, I dreamed of my father.During this time, I basically did not dream about my parents.I suddenly had such a dream, maybe it was related to the fact that when I brushed my teeth the night before, I found that the toothpaste ran out and I used salt.My father used to say that this method is good, and he often does it.In the dream, my father was cutting down trees.He's going to make a cage out of wood and put me in it.I somehow understood his intentions and wept and fussed reluctantly.My father glared at me viciously, and that face suddenly changed into that of that person—Kyogoku.Then I woke up with a start.

I didn't feel well for a while after waking up.Probably because I want to lock myself up to have such a dream. I revisited the contents of the dream over and over again.I don't know what happened to the old house that my parents and I used to rent.The front of the house was a small designer office with a small kitchen and only two rooms.After entering junior high school, I slept in the living room. I want to go back and have a look around, maybe a walk around that old house can evoke some memories of the past.It just so happens that today is Saturday again. I had a casual breakfast and went out to the station to buy a ticket.It takes about 40 minutes to get to the old house by changing a tram halfway.How come I didn't think of going to such a close place until now?

After leaving the station, I walked to the old house.In only five minutes away, I found that everything around me had changed a lot.It's hard to say that she has become beautiful, but it is obvious that she is desperately chasing the trend of the times. The streets we once lived in are still the same.On both sides of the narrow street, there are shops that don't look like they are doing business. Every one or two shops have empty house numbers.I remembered that there was a riot here a long time ago because of the relocation.The shopkeepers gathered together, and my father went too.The result of their discussion seems to be: no one should act alone, everyone should protest together and raise the relocation fee.What angers my father is that everyone seems to want to escape life here.That plan was later interrupted, and there was no need to move.The guys who had been thinking about where they would relocate for a long time suddenly lost their motivation, and they kept talking about "Is there no road expansion project?" and so on.

I walked on the familiar desolate streets and walked to the place where I lived before.When I arrived, I was stunned.There has been converted into a covered car park. I went in, trying to find where the living room used to be, and trying to remember where the kitchen was.The memory was not awakened.He clearly remembered the layout and size of the house, but he couldn't visualize it at all.The fact that I used to live here is as unrealistic as a fabricated story. "Hey, what are you doing?" A voice suddenly came from behind, and a man came towards me. It was a guy about my age with a crew cut and very thin eyebrows. "Don't touch my car!"

This guy seems to have seen it somewhere.I took a closer look, and it turned out that they were classmates of the same grade who lived nearby. They had been separated since high school and hadn't seen each other for about ten years. "What are you doing, you bastard! Don't keep staring at people, do you want to find trouble?" He grabbed my collar.This guy has been doing it since elementary school.I think of some big memories about him, going to catch crickets together, and the professional baseball game. "Speak quickly, dumb?" My whole body was hot, and the sound of cicadas sounded like a shower in my ears. "I didn't touch your car," I said.

The guy stared at me strangely: "Really?" "real." "Stay there, don't try to escape." He let go, looked at me, took out the car keys from his pocket, opened the door on the right side, and leaned into the car to check the situation. At that moment, I kicked the car door hard, and he was caught in the door and let out a scream.I opened the door a little and he tried to get out, I kicked the door shut again and it caught him by the neck.I pressed him hard and opened and closed the car door several times with all my strength.During this period, the sound of cicadas in my head continued, and I began to have a headache.When I came back to my senses, the guy was lying there exhausted.

I can't see it from the street, so I don't seem to have to worry about the scene just now being seen.I kicked the guy in the stomach again and walked out of the parking lot. On the way to the station, the headache got worse and worse, and the whole neighborhood seemed to be oppressing my memory.I couldn't even stand still, and when I saw a telephone booth on the side of the road, I hid in it.The tinnitus vibrated with the heartbeat, and I felt it was difficult to breathe.Suppressing the pain of impending collapse, I called Naoko.she is at home. "Help me!" I yelled, "I'm dying."

"Where are you?" Naoko asked me repeatedly. I gave her the address. "Stay there," she said before hanging up the phone. I leaned against the guardrail next to the phone booth, trying to think about what I had just done.How did things become like this?I just came here to find the memories of Naruse Junichi, is this place rejecting me?An ambulance passed by and stopped near where my old house was.It looked like someone had spotted the man collapsed in the parking lot.Pu... By the way, his surname is Pusheng, it seems to be Pusheng.What will happen to that guy?I don't think he would die so easily, but that possibility isn't ruled out.I remained calm, without fear or guilt, any more than someone who sprays cockroaches with insecticide feels no guilt.After a while, the ambulance turned back and drove away.

When I felt the headache again, a taxi pulled up in front of me.Naoko jumped out of the car and ran over. "Are you okay?" "It's okay. A little...tired." "boarding." I got into a taxi and it drove towards my apartment.Probably out of fear of being overheard by the driver, Naoko said nothing. When I got home, I took my old photo album out of the locker.There are some pictures of old houses in there. "This is here, this is the home where I was born. I was looking for this house just now." But the house no longer exists, just like everything about Junichi Naruse in my memory is gradually weathering, and that place is no longer It's my past. "One day my footprints will disappear completely. Then, the fact that Junichi Naruse once existed in this world will also disappear."

"How come? Look around, aren't there traces of you?" "Where? Where is my footprint? Everything has disappeared before my eyes." "And me." Naoko looked into my eyes, "My memory is engraved with the footprints you left as Junichi Naruse." "In your memory..." "Yes, don't forget, I am the one who stays with you the longest after the operation." I took Naoko's hand.There was a certain light in her eyes.Her lips are so beautiful, I can't help but want to kiss them. But I let go of her hand. "You should go back." "What's wrong?" "Nothing, let's go back." I have to admit that I longed for Naoko, her body.I must not fall into desire, which undoubtedly comes from Kyogoku. The undead of Kyogoku are trying to dominate me by any means.