Chapter 30 I · Murakami poisoned

Haruki Murakami is a virus. Not a biological virus, but an ideological one. After reading Haruki Murakami's works, many people become fans of Haruki Murakami. They even use Murakami's language to speak and make metaphors, borrow his book titles for various purposes, and use his characters as their names on the Internet. Murakami fans are easy to identify, obviously, they will call themselves sheep men, mice, or Watanabe Toru, and women will call themselves Naoko or Kobayashi Midori.The most extreme ones will insist on calling them "I" by name, and will always refer to them in the first person.

The places they occupy would be called "Norwegian Woods" or "Kafka" (without adding "seaside"), or K, if they were more euphemistic.If it is two connected stores, you will guess that it must be "South of the Frontier" and "West of the Sun", or "The End of the World" and "Barbard". My favorite exercise is always jogging. ——I know it very well, because my master is "Murakami poisoned". The master wrote the above words in his diary, but now that I know that he didn't say it to me in particular, I'm inevitably disappointed.The master doesn't know that I exist at all, and I feel so far away from him, just like the distance between an elegant high-end restaurant and a cruel slaughterhouse... The whole world is completely different from what I imagined.

If Amaterasu is telling the truth - chances are good, only the following things are true: ·The owner died nine months ago. · I was published six months ago at the earliest. ·My diary is just a mirror image, except the date is fake, everything else is real. While walking, I was investigating the robbery at the Lions Bank, which happened more than a year ago.The owner is connected to the Lions bank robbery?Didn't he just fight for the noodle shop?Isn't the real estate development company going to kill him?Is the owner also a hacker?It is possible.Who said he couldn't be double-faced?

What about the shadow?Why do you want to hunt me down? Master, why do you leave so many mysteries to me? However, as Amaterasu said, what I have to do for the time being is to live well. After exiting the light barrier, the landmark Waseda University greets the eyes. There are not small apartments or bars lined up on the nearby streets. The most wonderful thing is that the appearance is completely out of touch with the times. Renovating buildings is effortless on the Internet, but these streets look three to forty years behind. The artificial backwardness is deliberate, it is style, it is also a manifesto.

I know that this style is a mix of Showa style and Western style.Showa is the reign of Emperor Hirohito, who launched the Pacific War. I searched for 1Q84 according to Tiantian's instructions. I didn't expect that when I looked up, I could almost see dozens of 1Q84 signs, so densely packed that I almost had no room to breathe. 1Q84 alone is not accurate at all.Therefore, Amaterasu specified to look for 1Q84 on a certain street. After finally finding the address, I pushed the door and walked in, and what I heard was jazz again, not surprisingly.What surprised me was that the person standing at the bar had the face of Haruki Murakami and a head of gray hair. It must have gone too far!

Not many Murakami fans would call themselves Haruki Murakami.I find it almost blasphemous, as no one who believes in God can claim to be God.Always keep a distance between you and the object of your adoration as a sign of respect. Haruki Murakami is certainly not a god, but the reason is the same. I explained my purpose to the person who turned into the exact same Haruki Murakami, claiming to be introduced by Amaterasu. "So, you're here to buy weapons." "Yes, I'm going to—" "Wait, Amaterasu probably didn't make it clear to you that our supply of weapons is very limited."

"Then what weapons can you provide?" "Only one." He poured himself a beer and said, "Murakami virus." "What's the lethality?" "I haven't made it clear that the Murakami virus is not sprayed on others, but cast on yourself to poison yourself." I almost suspect that I heard it wrong, but Haruki Murakami is always unexpected, and his readers, if they are virus designers, are probably the same. "What happens if I get poisoned?" "After being poisoned, you will be like me." "What would that be like?"

"It's okay, it's up to you. But it's like drinking a dozen beers in one breath and then vomiting everything in your stomach. Then the world you see will be different." Really abstract, "What kind of weapon is this?" "I never said it was a weapon, it was just a virus. However, everyone used it as a weapon. Maybe everyone was sick, but because everyone was sick, no one noticed that everyone was sick." ——It’s really mysterious and mysterious. "Maybe!" I agreed. "Come, have a glass of wine and celebrate my finding a bosom friend."

Haruki Murakami raised his glass to me. I nodded, the matter of the master really bothered me, the figures of Amaterasu, Shadow, Lin, and Butterfly were running around in my memory... I didn't think much about it, and after clinking glasses with him and drank it down, "Can I have a look at the virus first?" Haruki Murakami smiled and said, "I see, you don't need to read it anymore!" "why?" "I've given it to you." "when?" "just." "Where?" "In beer."