Chapter 22 Section 21

The front of the car had been smashed to pieces. The frame twisted and the glass shattered.The wrinkled and cracked iron plates are the skin, and the mechanism visible through the bent front cover is the internal organs.I thought, this is a corpse. On the surface of the white paint, red blood flowed down in streams. Of course, it was not the car that was bleeding, but Uncle Masasuke who was driving the car before. Next to the driver's seat, there are traces of cutting the bodywork.Traces of surgery.No, the paramedics had done it to get Uncle's body out of the crumpled machinery.But when he finally pulled his uncle out of the gap in the machine, he was exhausted, and his efforts were in vain.

"How are you?" "Well, I'm fine." The staff was worried about my health and sighed after hearing my answer. "You're still a high school student." His voice echoed vaguely in his ears. "I'm fine." "Don't be brave. Come back after your mother recovers." The uncle who loves machines very much, the uncle who is always grinning with oil on his face, the uncle with very white teeth. "I'm fine." "Ok." Does it hurt to be caught in the machine?Are you uncomfortable? Will Uncle hate the machine before he dies?

"It should be enough." No, it won't be uncomfortable. According to my uncle, it feels like he has become one with the machine. Or——is it really uncomfortable? "Are you ready? Here's the money. Here's the gas station card...a tape case with twenty tapes in it. Check it out. Then, here's the map." What would it be like at that time? It must be very painful to be caught by the machine, and not only the pain, but also some kind of special experience that can only be obtained in exchange for death, and whose value is equal to death. right. "These are props. Glass washer fluid, electrolyte, waxing...the car is pretty clean, polished to a sparkle."

"Uncle always takes the car and polishes it beautifully. He will wax it whenever he is free, because he likes the machine very much." What is it about death?Uncle's body was damaged and the engine stalled.Once it stops, it can no longer be started, no matter how much it is repaired, it will not be repaired.Can no longer move. That's how human beings exist. "These pieces of paper are receipts. If you don't want to take the cash and cards back, you can just dispose of them here." "it is good." Blood is the oil, food is the fuel, excrement is the exhaust, and the heart is the engine.Then once stalled.

It can't be fixed, it can't be cured.There is no need to fix it anymore. scrap. "That... can I watch it again?" "what?" "car." The car was right in front of me, with a broken windshield, flattened iron plates, and several red lines on the white iron plates. is blood. "Hey, no. It's too dangerous." "I won't mess around." The driver's seat can be seen inward from the cutaway part.A large area from the seat to the floor of the car was covered with blood stains.The front windshield shattered into circular fragments and stuck to it.

The plastic shell on the steering wheel shaft is crushed, and part of it is tilted outward. You can see the internal wiring. The red ones are arteries, and the blue ones are veins. I reached for the key in the keyhole and tried to pull it out but it wouldn't turn.It seems that there is something wrong with the lock. "Hey--" "I wanted to pull out the key and take it back, but I couldn't." "It's too dangerous—" "Can this part of the lock be taken out? Is there any tool?" "Hey, I said no." I was pulled out of the car and fell to the ground with a plop.The eyes became blurred, and the staff seemed to be in a dilemma, faltering behind.

"I want to take something back. If the key doesn't work, other things are fine." "That's why I told you to bring your vehicle inspection certificate or card—" "These don't work! Parts please! Any part on the car!" At this time, Uncle Isozaki's voice came. "Kazumi, why do you want such a dirty thing? I'm bothering you this time. Oh? You fell down? You have to be careful. That... yes, yes. I understand. Huh? What is this? Kazumi you take What is it?" "Do not touch me!" I am at home.The house was empty, and my mother was hospitalized and was not at home, but when I came back just now, I still told the room that I was back.

When did I come back? I walked into the room, threw my schoolbag on the bed, and sat on it myself with a plop, my body as heavy as if it had been filled with lead. There is a dashboard in front of him, which is the speedometer on the car. The white scales are fan-shaped on the black chassis.The pointer is also white and now points to zero.There is a circular odometer below the pointer shaft.Flipping back, there was a hole in the plastic back panel, and the green, red, and yellow wires protruded outside. It's a pity that the transparent watch cover on the front is broken, and I can't do anything about it, so don't ask too much.

Meters, gauges with dials and hands—yes, I've always wanted this since I was a kid. I hurried to the closet and opened the sliding door.There were many useless things pushed in front of me, and I took them out casually.Photo albums, melodies, storage boxes, bundles of junior high school textbooks, printed matter, backpacks for primary school students. When I rudely threw away the wooden box containing the doll, there was a sound of broken glass, which made me shiver for a moment.But after stopping for a moment, he continued to act as if nothing had happened. In this way, I finally found the toy box from the deepest part.

What did I put in it before?Cases made of sheet metal are strong, covered with cloth, and have no cover.I hugged it out of the closet, turned it upside down, and dumped the contents on the floor. With the sound of rattling, various machine parts fell. The densely packed iron plates seem to be parts assembled with hinges. My uncle told me before that this is called a transformer.The parts with many gears meshing with each other are the instruments in the broken music box.The green chassis of the six-stone radio.Black wiring harness.At the top of each stick is a hollow iron plate that looks like a five-yuan coin.Seems like an antenna for something.Seems like a dial for something.Exposed speakers.

And tools.There are screwdriver and wrench sets with leather handles.Damaged soldering iron.Stained strips of cloth, my uncle called them rags. There are also screws, many screws, which should have a golden or silver luster, but the surfaces of the screws that rolled down on the carpet are all corroded and turned black. I added the speedometer from my uncle's car to these collections, and kept my eyes peeled for the speedometer a little farther down on the ground. Suddenly my body lost strength and my mind returned to normal. Having collected so many broken things, what did I want to make with them when I was a child.What do I think can be done? Regret—hopeless regret made me cry aloud.