Chapter 8 The Running Male Corpse Chapter 1

For a long time, the incident that happened on Ape Island has been very unforgettable to me, because it is so incredible and so weird. That incident happened in the early summer of 1980. To be honest, 1980 was a wonderful year for me. I encountered many inexplicable things, and the most incredible thing was what I personally experienced that autumn. murdering case. ... At the beginning of that fall, I gradually became tired of all the simple and boring bass practice, and my interest turned to fashionable and avant-garde wind instruments.Coincidentally, a friend left his Alte saxophone with me for a period of time to avoid debts, and I finally had the opportunity to learn to play the saxophone.

At the end of September, my best friend was going to the United States and rented his apartment to me at a very low price. After signing a one-year lease, I happily moved to Shanfu Temple in Shanbing District.Next to the apartment is Zenfukuji Park, which is especially suitable for practicing the saxophone. In those days, as long as I had no classes and no part-time job, I would play the saxophone in the park all day long, watching the tourists go by, leisurely and leisurely. I like music very much, and I organized a band with my friends to perform in Akasaka bars.Later, I fell in love with jazz again. As a result, I gradually gathered together with some jazz lovers and organized another band, which became famous in Tokyo. It really made me a little proud, but today is not about the story of our band. For everyone to hear, I have to omit it.

It was mid-October that year when I encountered that weird thing, so let me start from the beginning. To be honest, I really miss that time!It is a great enjoyment to stand by the lake in autumn and play the Alte saxophone.Think about sitting in a corner of a jazz bar, as if water birds gliding away brushed the water, and it seemed as if the breeze blowing light waves attracted people's daydreams.And standing on the shore of the lake with a saxophone in hand, it can be said that you are walking against the wind, right?One day, the melody of "My Favorite Song" I played slid across the lake like a water bird, and with the breeze, there were ripples on the water, and I was intoxicated by the wonderful scenery and music .

I accidentally looked up, and before I knew it, there were already many audiences around, the gray-haired old man with a stick sitting on the bench, the woman walking with a dog, and couples, all stopped. And listen.Looking at the other side, there was no one there. Although there were benches at intervals of 20 to 30 meters, there were no tourists to sit on them. Only my side in the whole park was particularly popular. Blow it down on your own?I hesitated to approach the mouth of the air duct, but after thinking about it, I picked up the piano case, moved it slowly for 30 meters, and found another place to continue playing the saxophone.Unexpectedly, those people moved their bodies as if nothing had happened, and slowly gathered in my direction. When I finished playing a song, there was already a circle of people around me again.

I couldn't laugh or cry, so I wanted to make a joke with them. After playing a song, I changed the place, and moved about 30 meters to the side every time.Those who listened to the saxophone still followed me closely. In the end, I actually led them around the lake for a full week and returned to the original bench. At that time, I couldn't help thinking of the fairy tale "Hallo, the Piper", and I also had a similar experience with him. There were other oddities when I practiced my saxophone in the park.One day, I was blowing so engrossed that I didn't even notice that the sun was setting.A piece of music is coming to an end, I stop pressing the keys, staring blankly at the lake in front of me, the water surface is extremely silent, dyed crimson by the sunset, staring at this quiet beauty, I can't help but think of those dreams about the past life and the future life like raving.

At this moment, someone said to me: "Hello." As if waking up from a dream, I turned around and saw that there were two patrolmen with strict uniforms and serious faces, walking towards me.Presumably they are also on patrol, I screamed badly, I must have violated the noise management regulations or other legal provisions, otherwise how could I be noticed by Mr. Police. "Please come here." One of the policemen in their thirties said quite dignifiedly. "Okay...Okay." I haven't dealt with the police face to face, and my voice is trembling with fright. He suddenly stretched out his thick arm and grabbed the saxophone from my hand. I was so surprised that I couldn't move for a while.

"Don't worry, let me play a tune too!" "Okay... please, please don't be too polite." After I finally understood what he meant, I could only answer him like this. ※Bandhammer Academy's E-Book※ The saxophone-loving policeman unhurriedly took off his police cap, put it on the bench, unplugged the pipe skillfully, and started to test the sound.At the beginning, of course, it was a long syllable of "woo... woo". Slowly, it seemed that he found the feeling, and he played it a bit decently.The tune he played was "Good Day, Baby". This was the first time I saw a man in police uniform play the saxophone when I grew up.

"I participated in an orchestra in high school, and I can still play it well..." He paused and sighed, and then played "Astro Boy".His companion, standing in the distance, looked bored and grabbed the leaves, and then threw them listlessly to the ground. This music-loving policeman has improved my impression of them. The magic of music is really infinite, and it can actually make me feel close to a policeman. The policeman thanked me and left. I think no one will bother me now, let's continue practicing. So I went on to play my saxophone.But suddenly, a roar came from a hut on the other side of the lake: "Where is the boy, when is your broken trumpet going to blow!" It turned out that the park was under construction, and some workers lived in those temporary huts inside.I ignored it and just blew it down by myself. This time it was terrible. After just a few bars of blowing, the door of the house opened with a "bang". Come towards me.I was taken aback, and quickly stuffed the saxophone into the piano case, tucked it under my arm, and ran away in a hurry.

After that, I didn't dare to go to Zenfuji Park for a long time.Later, it seemed that the project was over and the temporary hut on the lake bank disappeared, so I resumed my daily playing practice.Around the evening of October 10 of that year, I met that man. At that time, I was playing the saxophone when I saw a young man whom I had never met before walking over with a piano case. He took out a trumpet from the box, first played "beep" for a while at a place a little far away from me, and then said to me: "How about it, let's play together?" After playing a few pieces with him, The sun was setting.His level is on par with mine.

"You live in Xidi?" the man playing the trumpet asked me. I nodded, and he said, "I live in Kichijoji. Everyone calls me Achi." "Achi?" "Yes, that's what my friends call it." I looked at his face again, where there was a little rosiness in his face, or rather a little paleness.About twenty-five or six-year-old, with a beard, of medium build, and looking slightly older. "Everyone calls me Odo, and my full name is Kuma Nomi Dojo." I also said my name. "Oh. Got it. You seem to like jazz very much? How about it? Are you free this Saturday?" Chi said.

"Maybe I'm free, what's the matter?" "I know a very interesting place. In Asakusabashi on the Sobu Line, there is an uncle who likes jazz. Every Saturday, he opens up his apartment and invites jazz fans to come and enjoy it. I often participate in the competition there. reunion." "Really?" "Of course, if you are interested, go and see this Saturday? Your Philharmonic friends can also go together. It will start around 6 pm. I will write you the address and phone number." Take out the small book and write: No. 17, Liuqiao 1-chome, Taito District, T Apartment 1106, Itoi.Also write down the phone number. The jazz band I formed with my friends is called "SEVENTHRING", which means "Seventh Ring".Because most of the band members live around the Huanqi road, and the drummer A Fu specializes in practicing drums in the Huanqi area, so it got its name. The next afternoon I went to Huanqi, and sure enough, I saw Ah Fu at a glance. He was still the same, with his back hunched, beating the drum with all his strength.There is no one around to watch it, which is very different from when I play the saxophone.Not only that, people not only stopped, but also trotted all the way in a panic, as if they could hide as far as they could from him, the reason might be because of his appearance.A Fu is nearly 1.90 meters tall, with a thick black beard growing on the lower half of his face. The name "A Fu" actually comes from the name of the protagonist of a certain monster movie.I told him about the jazz party on Saturday, and he agreed to go with me without a second thought.The other members of the band were busy, so we had to decide to go together.