Chapter 22 Section VII

I ate Fujiki's thigh meat and read her memories.Fujiki's memories began to intersperse in my mind. It was neither a movie nor a text, so that part of the memory coexisted between the two. Fujiki's thoughts overlapped with me and merged with me. Thinking about it is disgusting. .All the deep impressions in Fujiki’s life are rewinded one by one. I chose the high school part of the memory, locked the target and concentrated on it, and searched the complicated memory track. In fact, I didn’t find it difficult after getting used to it. The memory of high school... I found it, and the picture of bullying Chizuru appeared in my mind: In the rain, Fujiki and his group looked at Chizuru who was pushed down in the puddle, and Chizuru, who was covered in mud, looked like It's an abandoned puppy.Ying Jiang laughed beside her while holding a red umbrella, and Akikawa, who held a transparent plastic umbrella, also laughed together.For some reason... I have the illusion that I am also involved in it, and the so-called illusion is actually a fairly specific feeling.

The malicious bullying of Chizuru, mixed with some irrelevant memories, played out slowly: putting the corpse of a cat that was run over by a car into her schoolbag, throwing firecrackers at Chizuru who was about to go home after school, tearing up She put her gym clothes in the boys' locker room, and told her to get them after class... Why?I don't understand, why did you do such a cruel thing to Qianhe?I can't think of any reason.Chizuru's mother did kill her husband, Dr. Kurasaka, and she hasn't been arrested yet, but that has nothing to do with Fujiki and the others. These guys have no right or qualification to sanction anyone.Even if she has power or qualifications, the target should not be Chizuru, but her mother.

no the same.That's right, that's different. I know the instinct and impulse of that group of people. They don't need any reason to bully Qianzuru.When I read the memory in human flesh, I also sense the emotions of the person involved, so I can fully understand Fujiki's psychology of bullying Chizuru, including those imbecile thoughts and childish motives. I kicked away the vine wood head that fell at my feet, and the blood spurted from the cut surface and splashed on the wall of the restaurant.That head looked at me with a surprised expression, which was refreshing.This guy didn't have any thoughts, just because he wanted to bully others, he hurt Qianzuru, he didn't even have any emotions like hatred or jealousy - he just wanted to bully others.

I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I got up from the chair, approached the ugly head, grabbed the hair and started beating, bang—again, bang—again, bang—again, bang—the eyeballs fell out , the tongue stuck out of the mouth, and the broken tooth fell to the ground.It’s so dirty, it doesn’t matter if the storage room where Fujiki passed out was dirty just now, but the restaurant... as the name suggests is a place to eat, although it’s just a small space surrounded by plasterboard, but I always pay attention to cleanliness and hygiene of…… Let's clean it up later. Fujiki's meat is very oily, which is not delicious. The fat ratio is too high, and every time the oil is heated, the oil will splash out and burn your hands.What an unfit body, I thought as I simmered her fingers in stock cubes and salt and pepper.A new memory appeared, judging from the angle of the sun shining on the window... It should be after school, on the bulletin board in the classroom, there was a government bulletin that no one would read. It was printed with the June 1996 issue , then this memory is from last month, and it is still very new.

A group of familiar faces gathered in the classroom, Sakurae and Akikawa sat on the desk, Nakamura was next to the blackboard, Ishiwata and Tazawa were in the first row in front of Nakamura, and Shimada was behind them.All six of them stared at Fujiki, whose body was stuck on the window sill, and for some reason, their expressions were puzzled. "Wow, that's amazing... Do you want to go on TV?" It was Shi Du who spoke. "Are you serious? Are you kidding me?" This is what Akikawa said. "How, how is it possible, stop making trouble, don't talk nonsense, it's very troublesome." It was Shimada who spoke.

"Just tell you it's true!" Fujiki's voice was full of inexplicable confidence: "So I'm sorry, trust me." The conversation that followed seemed to have not been recorded in Fujiki's brain, so the scene after school gradually faded to an end.How is this going?The memory I can read is only the impressive experience of the person involved. As for such trivial matters of daily life, there should be no way.But there was nothing special about the scene just now, neither he was bullying Chizuru nor doing anything, it was just a chat after school... No, could it be that...those conversations...

Maybe there is some secret in the conversation of this group of people, I only thought of this possibility, but... what are they talking about?The key to solving the mystery of Shimada's death?No, it's not that coincidental.For Fujiki himself, it may be an important memory, but for others, it may not matter at all, and Shimada was at the scene, discussing the murder plan in front of him, which is tantamount to self-inflicted, so Fujiki is not the murderer Hello? "How, how is it possible, stop making trouble, don't talk nonsense, it's very troublesome." What Shimada said was automatically replayed.Nonsense?come to grief?What did Fujiki say to him?And Fujiki...why is he so confident?That's right, Fujiki said it confidently, because I can read it along with the emotion, so I'm sure.

What did Fujiki say with confidence?I want to know, and I am very persistent. My intuition tells me that this is a very important part. However, I doubt whether I have a so-called sixth sense—my intuition is not very accurate.Today, however, there is no alternative to trusting your intuition. After eating Fujiki's greasy fingers, I checked the lights and fire sources, then cleaned up the restaurant, walked to the warehouse exit, looked around, confirmed that no one was around, locked the iron door, and quickly left the warehouse, and from Picking up Fujiki's phone from the ground.The feeling of fullness and fatigue combined with blurred vision makes people feel very comfortable.

Hey, it's very comfortable, then you are crazy. You can say whatever you like, anyway, all the right half of my body can do is disturb me and encourage me.I licked the lingering taste of meat in my mouth as I strolled along the path.In short, the next thing to do is to track down what Fujiki said. If my intuition is correct and it has something to do with Shimada's murder, that would be great. Fujiki's memory is not over yet.As I was walking, the playback started again in my mind. Although I can generally choose to remember, I can't control it very well.In the dark room, there is a strange small space, and the baby vines are locked inside, only the faint green light on the ceiling is the only light source.The images illuminated by the light are a group of babies placed in an incubator. There are seven images lined up in a row, and there are about 20 images in a horizontal row. They are arranged along the wall, like a bus full of passengers. Tram, Fujiki is also one of them.

The cry of the baby sounded in the room, wow-wah-wah-wah-ahh, nasty, such a nasty feeling, very uncomfortable, I really want to die, I really want to die.Yes...Fujiki felt like dying, even though she had just been born.In the room surrounded by crying, pedestrians came in. Although the lights were dim, it was hard to see clearly, judging by their height, they should be males. This character pulled out two babies from the incubator, and left the room with one in each hand.And then the memory ends... what is this?