Chapter 45 fourth quarter

The condition of the house was the same as it was during the search two days ago. The bench that Naomi was lying on had not been moved at all, except that the camera was taken away by the police. Now there is only the tripod in the house. "It's kind of weird to think about it." The bearded detective sat down on the bench and crossed his legs, "I mean that video suicide note, how could Mochizuki Naomi think of such a way?" "This..." "Aren't you too clear?" "Don't know. How would I know?" "For example, have you ever heard her talk about it before?"

I glanced back at the detective's bearded face, thinking he was joking with me.But that doesn't seem to be the case. "She is already dead, where can I hear about it?" "I mean, before she died." The criminal policeman changed the foot of Erlang's leg, "Actually, we have now found a person who said he knew something about Naomi's video suicide note. If you think about it, you may remember that person's name is Junko Tanabe." "Tanabe? Oh..." Excluding Naomi, she was the last female player to leave the archery team.She worked hard and her grades were so-so, but she still failed to make a breakthrough in the end.I recalled that she was actually one of the few friends Naomi had during her lifetime.

"At this time last year, Tanabe and Mochizuki had a conversation. The conversation was about suicide." "About suicide?" "Yes. Recently, I suddenly want to die——Mochizuki's whisper at that time seemed to be the beginning of the conversation. Tanabe scolded her not to say stupid things, but Mochizuki didn't look like a joke at the time. Ask her why To do so, Mochizuki replied that he felt a little tired." feeling a little tired-- "Mochizuki also said that if possible, she would also take a picture of the moment of death. Then dedicate that videotape to her beloved, so that he can never forget himself in this life..."

Let the coach never forget me for the rest of his life—— "what happened to you?" The young detective suddenly interjected from the sidelines. "You don't seem to be looking well?" "nothing." I took out my handkerchief and wiped the sweat from my brow.Today's weather is not very hot, why am I sweating so much? "Have you ever heard Mochizuki say something similar?" asked the bearded detective. "I never said that." "yes?" The criminal policeman stood up from the chair, still clasped his hands on his chest, and paced back and forth nearby, the young criminal policeman remained silent.The already small room made people feel even more out of breath.

The detective stopped. "Actually, we found Mochizuki's diary." "Ugh……" Not knowing how to react, I looked at the corner of the criminal policeman's mouth. "No, maybe it shouldn't be called a diary. It might be more appropriate to say that it is a casually written mood or scribbled words... Those words are written in the corner of the notebook that records the results during Mochizuki's training." As he spoke, the detective reached into his jacket and took out a folded piece of paper. "This is what we copied from the record book. Its notes are undoubtedly Mochizuki's handwriting."

After taking the paper from him, I suppressed the uneasiness in my heart and slowly spread the paper out.Next to the grade sheet filled with messy numbers, such a sentence was clearly left. "I chose to die because I had no choice, but the coach found out and stopped me. He told me that there is still hope. Coach, what hope is there?" Sweat dripped from my palms.Looking up, the detective reached out to me and took the piece of paper from my hand. "Please tell us what's going on. The date on this score sheet is this time last year. Mochizuki seemed to have tried to commit suicide last year, and you were the one who stopped her."

The detective rattled the paper in his hand and sat down on the chair again.He stretched out his palm towards me, "Please tell me." I hesitated, but it seemed that there was no way to hide this matter any longer.I coughed dryly. "As you said, at this time last year, she also tried to kill herself. I was the one who found out and stopped her." "Very good." The detective nodded in satisfaction. "Why did she commit suicide?" "Because I was not selected for the national team." I replied, "Before that, she was extremely depressed, and she had a bad time in the competition. This incident completely made things worse for her. In desperation, she contemplated suicide."

"How do you kill yourself?" "There's a rope hanging there." I pointed to several intertwined four-sided timbers near the ceiling.When there are a large number of players in the team, those woods are used for hanging bows by each team member. "At that time she wanted to hang herself, but I found out and stopped her." "Oh." The detective looked up at the ceiling, "Last year she hanged herself. Well, that's fine. Then, did she also set up a camera at that time?" "...camera?" "Yes. As I said just now, Mochizuki decided to use a video camera to capture the moment of suicide. So I think she should have set up a video camera at that time, right?"

"Oh, yes." "Have you set it up?" The detective looked straight into my eyes.When we first met, I thought he was quite nice, but now my impression of him has completely changed, his eyes are so stern. "No." I shook my head. "She didn't set up a camera. I don't know why." "Well, it's kind of weird." "Could it be because I was too excited when I committed suicide, so I forgot to take a video?" "No, I don't mean it's weird." The detective twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled meaningfully.Then he put his hand into the pocket of his jacket as before.

An ominous premonition crossed my heart. The detective took out another piece of paper and handed it to me silently.I suppressed the trembling of my fingers and took it. "This is a follow-up to the notes just now, and it will be written on the last page of the report card." It is indeed the same as the recording paper just now.The handwriting is also correct. "Leave that tape. It's a record of my determination to die." Why write these words?As far as I know, she shouldn't be able to write these things. "Strange, isn't it?" The criminal policeman said to me who stood there dumbfounded, "Judging from this sentence, Mochizuki should have filmed the process with a camera when he committed suicide. But you just said that there was no camera at the scene."

A paper…… "Did she really not put the camera on at that time?" "..." "Actually, she set it up, right? And the whole process of her attempt to commit suicide was recorded on the camera. Also, she didn't hang herself at that time." "..." "Why didn't you talk? Well, let's watch that video again." "That video?" My voice sounds a little high-pitched. "Do you still need to watch it? Didn't you just watch it together a few days ago?" The bearded detective snapped his fingers, and the young detective nimbly walked to the video recorder and skillfully turned on the monitor. Play starts. Naomi faced this figure. "Coach. I'm just...so tired—" The light tone flows with the picture.I don't understand what these detectives want to do. "here." The bearded detective pressed the pause button.The picture freezes at the moment when Naomi moves her body slightly.She was about to explain how she was going to kill herself. "Look carefully at the sleeves of Mochizuki's team uniform, there is something white inside, right?" Naomi on the screen is wearing a white short-sleeved uniform.The detective pointed to the seam of her left sleeve. "There is a place in the back that can be seen more clearly. But if you are not paying attention, it is still easy to miss." The criminal police continued to play the video, walked a little forward, and pressed the pause button again, "Look, this is it." Naomi's left arm was frozen in midair. "See? There's something wrapped around the jersey." There is indeed something there.And the moment I understood what it was, I was so scared that I broke out in a sweat. "It's a bandage." There was a sense of bravado in the detective's words, "It's strange that Mochizuki's left arm was not bandaged when the body was found. What's going on?" coach-- "According to our investigation, Mochizuki has never had a bandage on her left arm this year. But she had one at this time last year. It is said that a plaster was put on because of periarthritis in her left shoulder. You should be very concerned about this." Are you clear?" coach-- "In other words, this video tape was actually shot last year." Farewell, Coach—