Chapter 46 Section 33

I strongly feel the crisis.I've been fully aware of my escapades lately, and finally peak symptoms are showing signs.It's hard to believe I'd do something like that, but that's the truth.I still have the feeling of that time in my hands. Late last night, I finished writing my diary as usual and was reading a book.It was a religious book I saw in a bookstore, and I bought it with a glimmer of hope, hoping to find some inspiration and get myself out of the current state.Some people like the phrase "seeing the heart as empty" in the book. If it can be done, I don't have to be afraid of Jingji's shadow.

While I was reading vigorously, a dog barking came from a yard behind.The house hasn't been quiet since I moved here. It was a timid dog that would bark whenever anyone passed the door.It seems to be so stupid that no one but the family can remember it, and once it starts it keeps barking until it loses sight of the other. I heard that someone complained, and the housewife replied, "A dog that doesn't bark can't see the door."At that time, I thought, the dog is so stupid, it is like the owner. Look at the time, it's past one o'clock in the morning.The dog is still barking, doesn't it make the family feel noisy? They seem to have a small yard, and it looks like an ordinary house, so the sound insulation effect will not be very good.

I couldn't concentrate on reading. The content of the book had to calm down to understand.I put down the book roughly and stood up, opened the closet, took out the wrench and saw from the tool box and went out-they hadn't been used in a long time, and they were all rusty.Afterwards I couldn't figure out why I fucked those two guys all at once. The sweltering airlessness has been going on for a long time recently.The lights in most rooms have been turned off, and the air conditioner outdoor unit is beeping. I stood outside the elephant.There is no parking in a parking space, a kennel and a swing for children to play.

The dog is kept on a long leash, long enough to allow it to run across the parking space.As I got closer, it barked louder.I heard a window close in one of the apartment's rooms. As for the guard dog, the dog is quite small, a black mongrel, barking with its long tongue.I find it ridiculous. It is impossible for this family not to hear such a big movement. It is probably always like this, and they are used to it.This can't play the role of a gatekeeper. I opened the fence and the dog started barking like crazy.The neck was chained, and it stood on its hind legs, full of hostility towards me.

I hold the wrench in my right hand and look around.It was late at night, and everyone was desperate for this dog, and it seemed that no one would see it. I raised the wrench and hit it on the forehead.It immediately fell down, its legs convulsed, and its cry immediately died down.I thought of how hateful it was in the past, and couldn't stop there, so I gave it another shot. I passed by that house this morning, and there was an uproar.It's okay to gather a group of spectators, but the police were also called in. "It's really workable." "That's right."

Two neighbors who looked like housewives were talking aside. "I heard that it wasn't a thief who did it. Someone must have been annoyed by the dog barking." "Oh?" Another housewife lowered her voice, "That dog is noisy enough." "Yes. It's disgusting to make it like this, but I'm really relieved to think that it won't be so noisy at night in the future." "Any clues?" "No one saw it. It seems that someone complained that the dog was too noisy before. Is that person suspicious?" "Then again, it's too cruel. The body was thrown in the open space behind. I don't know who found it. Fortunately, it wasn't me."

"That's right, if you see the dog's head rolling there, you have to faint." Hearing this, I left and walked towards the station. Mother day, during the breaks at work, I looked at my hands several times, and the oil stained red hands sometimes looked like they were stained with blood - but this is impossible, after returning to the room last night, I have washed it with soap up.Perhaps there is nothing strange about it, I am not lying about having so much blood on my hands, and I have not forgotten to wash the blood off the doorknob calmly. I asked myself why I did it so badly?I not only killed the dog with a wrench, dragged the body to the clearing, and cut off its head with a saw.Thinking of its haughty owner's reaction when he saw the head made me shudder with excitement.

Naruse Junichi couldn't do this anyway.Not to mention cutting off the dog's head, even killing the dog is impossible. No matter how you think about it, it is not something normal people do. There was no reflection on my actions last night in my mind.Logically, I understand that it is an abnormal behavior, but I cannot judge it on myself.This means that it is possible for me to do the same thing in the future. If it only happened to dogs, it would be fine, this is what I mean.I have to admit that I have this idea: those who have no survival value, just kill them. Over lunch in the staff cafeteria, I learned that the killing of dogs was bigger than I thought, and that it was on a TV news show.Probably because the cruel plot of cutting off the dog's head has a news selling point.

"The police believe it was revenge for barking dogs, or it was done by abnormal people. The specific circumstances are under investigation..." The announcer's words sank into my heart.Deviant—I would undoubtedly be labeled that if I were caught. I suddenly lost my appetite.Back at the workshop, I found a chair surrounded by conveyor belts and machines, sat down, opened the religious book I had just read, and waited for the bell to ring.At this time, the female clerk came over: "Narase, the phone is an outside line." I put down the book and stood up.She turned around and walked away quickly, as if to say: You can't walk with this kind of man.I know they call me "disgusting" in private, and they never look at me when they have to talk because of work.Looking at her back with long hair, I thought how happy it would be if I could strangle her neck hard.

The call was from Naoko Tachibana.She cut to the chase: "I watched the news..." "What about the dog?" A long sigh came from the other end of the phone: "It really is you. The scene of the incident is near your home, so I called because of some doubts." "Then?" "Can we meet tonight?" "what?" "I'll go straight to your place. Is it all right around eight?" "Okay." I put down the phone.It was also true that I was depressed at the thought of having to explain what had happened last night, but it was also true that I felt free to open up.I can't let go of what happened a few days ago.

Never mind it, don't want to.Anyway, now Naoko is alone on my side.