Chapter 7 third quarter

I transferred to Koriyama by train to Aizuwakamatsu, and then took a bus to Yuhu Village.When I got off the bus at the bus station, the sky had changed unknowingly, and the sky was a bit cloudy.I was surprised that the air was so cold, and walked into the seemingly desolate and tired scenery. There seemed to be a barn nearby, and the smell of dung was pungent.The scenery of this land is obviously very open, but somehow it gives people a closed impression.The branches of the chestnut tree beside the road are stretched out, and new buds have emerged, but perhaps because of the gloomy sky, it looks like countless skeletons stretching out their hands above their heads.A thin old man appeared and disappeared around the waists of the skeletons, and he didn't know what he was busy with.I saw him holding a crumpled plastic bag from the store in one hand, bending over every few steps, as if he was picking wild vegetables protruding from the ground.Deeper in the chestnut grove, an old woman watched him, with a baby wrapped tightly in a blanket sleeping on her chest.

Will they know some inside information about S's case? I went to the chestnut grove.The old man had an angry expression on his face, maybe he was born with this dignity.As I approached, he frowned, and his expression became more serious. "Excuse me, have you ever heard of a case committed by a man named S?" The old man didn't seem to understand what I said, he stretched his neck and stared at me without saying a word.I briefly explained the murder that happened in the village 43 years ago, but the old man was still speechless. "...Don't you know?" I bowed my head to salute, and when I was about to leave, my old father-in-law finally said:

"Because we have only lived here for ten years, we came from Soma. Soma is near the sea. Now we are moving nearby to live with our son." At first glance, the old man who seemed taciturn was unexpectedly rapt.Probably because he has a cold, halfway through his speech he would sniff his nose noisily, then rub his index finger against his face to see if there was anything on the side of his finger, and then wipe it on his trousers. "It's just that we were not interested in that...TV news." After finishing speaking, he repeated the same action.Sniffing, rubbing, looking at fingers, wiping pants.

"However, I'm a little impressed by your mention. Is that right? Hello!" The old man specially called the old woman over to repeat my words, but the old woman didn't know anything.The only information I have obtained is that such a case may have occurred in the vicinity. "Excuse me, where is the library?" After questioning, the old man didn't know, but the old woman did.The distance from here to the library is within walking distance.I thanked them both, left the chestnut grove, and headed in the direction indicated by the old woman's fat hand.The low-hanging clouds seem to be crushing the landscape, and a thin, hairless dog with protruding ribs sniffs the ground as he walks.

The library is not as far as I imagined, and it is also much larger than I imagined.In the spacious and beautiful space, there are rows and rows of bookshelves.It's just that there are almost no people there. I'm not here to investigate S's case.Even if you want to check, you probably won't be able to dig out more data than on the Internet.My purpose is to gain a better understanding of Mrs. Y's natal family, a family that became rich by trading cattle.Since it is a prominent family passed down from generation to generation, perhaps there will be clues in the village history.

"Oh, bingo." As expected, there are records of the first family in the thick book titled "The History of Diaotanghu Village".In addition, the book does not mention other families who became famous through the intermediary Huijinniu, so this should be the Y family.The page of memorabilia in the Showa 1940s also stated S's case, but did not mention the relationship with the gangster. I searched the phone book in the library, and there was only one family with the surname □□.I borrowed note paper and ballpoint pen from the counter, wrote down my address and phone number, and the contact information of the taxi shop by the way, and then left the library.I called a car with my mobile phone, and the other party said that it would arrive in about ten minutes.

Maybe, I'm not an incompetent fool, I can't help thinking.Frankly, I was so excited that the skin around the collar of my tracksuit seemed to heat up.Courage, action, and judgment to open up the way forward.My grandma and my parents would be amazed to see me at this moment.Just like when I was in elementary school, I took two days to make a rifle out of disposable chopsticks. They would definitely nod to each other with the look of "this kid is promising".The younger sister will definitely show her cute and coquettish expression again like she did when she was a child.After helping her open the tightly-covered jam, although she never thanked me, she would look at me like that.She always complained that the boys in the class were stupid and annoying, and they often nestled in my room.If I teach her the ten-yen coin trick I learned from a friend, she will practice it repeatedly next to me.Originally, what I saw and heard was richer than my sister, but she gradually caught up with me, and then overtook me.At first, my sister seemed very happy, pointing to the insects and weeds in the yard, proudly introducing what this is and what that is, and I am also proud of her.At that time, my sister would still laugh, not just raise the corners of her mouth.

Soon, the taxi arrived.I told the driver which house I was going to, and before he heard the address, he started off knowingly. "What, handsome guy, are you their relative?" "Ah... um, yes." I deal with it casually. The driver, who is nearly fifty years old, is very talkative. He drove on the country road and frequently talked to me. "That house is so big. I was just assigned to the branch here, and the first time I saw it, it terrified me. You know, the thick stone walls that go all the way around that house." "Well, it went full circle." Is that right?

"It's basically a house that will appear in the movie. It really scares me. Ah, I seem to be scared all the time. Uh, who is the relative of the little handsome guy? The nephew of the daughter of that family?" Daughter... Could it be S's younger sister? After the incident, S's younger sister, who survived, was said to have been adopted by the gangsters.Does she still live there?The younger sister that the red-eyed S can't kill no matter what, and the object of S's message on the foot of the chair while serving his sentence. "Well, yes." I nodded vaguely.

"Ah, is it? Right, you look alike." The driver just said that without looking at my face carefully. "I haven't driven her, but when I passed by, I saw her from the door several times. The daughter of that family is really beautiful. She is said to be a daughter, but she is not young anymore. Well, she can be the aunt of the handsome boy." "Uh, yes, it feels pretty nice." S's younger sister should be forty-three years old now.What type of person is she? "Is it natural to have feet like that? I'm sorry to ask such a thing." "foot……"

"You're always in a wheelchair, aren't you?" I hesitated.The driver thought he had made a slip of the tongue, glanced at the rear mirror, and shut his mouth in embarrassment. Wheelchair, it turns out that S's younger sister is handicapped?Was that innate, or was it the injury S suffered when he harmed her as a baby?No, that's not the case.According to reports searched on the Internet, although S strangled her sister's neck and tried to kill her, she was safe and sound, and no other injuries were mentioned. Not long after, the house described by the driver appeared at the end of the gray landscape.Beside the road, a majestic stone wall stretches straight, with a white clay wall above the stone wall, and pine branches protrude from behind the wall.Stone walls, earthen walls, and pine branches all absorb the light of the evening sky and emit orange light. I stepped out of the taxi and looked between the grand black gates, and the courtyard in the sunset could have been instantly used as a postcard.I suppressed the excitement welling up in my chest and took a deep breath. Is S's sister there?Am I about to see her?How would she react when she saw the legs of the chair I brought?After all, it was S's suicide note, written to his sister. I confirmed the relatives of the suicide note through my backpack, and pressed the intercom on the doorpost. About fifteen seconds later, a middle-aged woman's voice came out: "Which one is it?" "Sorry for the sudden interruption. That... I'm here to deliver this thing to the house." I don't know how to explain it, so let's put it this way.Unexpectedly, the woman replied that the door was unlocked and asked me to go in.So, I stepped on the stepping stones as I said, and walked towards the magnificent front porch.When he was about to arrive, the door with square frosted glass opened from the inside.The chubby woman who showed up was wearing a plain long gray Hawaiian dress with a white apron tied around her waist.She squinted her eyes when she saw me, seemed surprised, and held a small object in one hand.Is that a seal?Apparently, she mistook me for a home delivery worker or something. I announced S's name and vaguely stated my intention: Actually, I happened to find the text that was suspected to be left by S, and I thought it would be better to return it.Unexpectedly, the woman's plump cheeks twitched slightly, and she looked at my whole body from bottom to top.Her eyelids are very thick, like two European-style egg rolls hanging from her eyes.She blinked slowly, and finally spoke. "Could you wait a moment, please? I'm here to help, not to call the shots." Finally, she looked at my whole body again and returned to the depths of the corridor without making any footsteps.The sliding door of a certain room opens and closes.The scene inside the house peeped through the crack of the door, should it be called an accident?Leaflets, car keys, boxes of herbicides, etc. were scattered on the shoe cabinet, old newspapers were piled up at the end of the corridor, and tool boxes with the name of the builder were scattered on the ground. — Builder. At this time, the woman from just now appeared. "Please go back." I couldn't help but "Hey" and stared at the other party. "Master orders such things to be declined." "This kind of thing?" "It's just interviews or something. In short, all requests for that case are declined." It appears they were completely mistaken.How did the servant woman convey it?I couldn't help feeling anxious, but still answered cautiously: "I want to forward Mr. S's message, which was written by the elder brother of the family's daughter in prison. I happened to find out..." The other party interrupted me: "The master confessed that no matter what the reason, please go back." Now that you're here, how can you just leave as soon as you say it. "Why? Please tell me again, I am from Tokyo. I accidentally found a message carved by Mr. S with a carving knife on the products of the orthodontic institution, where it is usually invisible from the outside. Since it was written to his sister, I don't understand the meaning either. However, I think she may understand it herself, so..." Surprisingly, she grabbed the doorknob and closed it before I finished speaking.I grabbed the door that was about to close with both hands, and the woman showed a nervous look.I, who thought I was a famous detective on the TV screen, was overwhelmed by the unscripted plots, and just kept repeating: "Right here, I bring that message, please Mr. S's sister..." "impossible." The woman said in a tone like declaring the ultimate closed door: "Anyway... she doesn't understand either." Then the door slammed shut.I let go a second before my fingers were almost pinched, a gust of air hit the tip of my nose, and there was a locking sound from the inside. I can only stand in front of the door.I ran here specially, and even sent a mysterious message to my door, how could this happen? I turned slowly to the right, stepping on the stepping stones all the way to the gate.On the way, a strange sound sounded behind him, like "woo" and "ah" at the same time, dragging on for a long time.It was a female voice.Looking back, I saw a gap in the curtains of the corridor on the first floor, revealing a pale and thin woman's face.In the blink of an eye, the woman turned around ninety degrees, her face disappeared into the crack of the curtain, and the wheelchair she was sitting in also disappeared, followed by the back of an older woman pushing the wheelchair, but before I realized it, everything had returned to calm. That is S's younger sister, a survivor of the tragedy 43 years ago?Did the sound just now come from her mouth? I made up my mind not to go back until I found out the truth of the case. No problem, I have a solution, there is another place to visit.The plasterer who first noticed the abnormality of the S family was said to be the heir of the builder who often visited the first house.And I just caught a glimpse of the business name on the toolbox. If it is the same one, as long as I look for it, I may be able to meet him. I stepped out of the gate, pressed the redial button on my mobile phone, and asked the taxi company to send the car again.While waiting, night quickly approached, obliterating the surrounding scenery.The back door light is on.I suddenly got up, took out the chair leg from the backpack under the light, and inspected the section again.I kept changing the angle and observed very carefully.Looking at it, I suddenly found something. "So... it's not 'big'?"