Chapter 39 Is This Really Fair?
A few people in the crowd seemed to be thinking about something. Then a calico cat jumped in from the outside of the conference hall and looked at the people on the stage with its stern eyes. But more people don’t understand.
"When we talk about 'Three-minute Conception', we have to mention one person," Isabel explained the meaning of this word in detail to everyone without any impatience: "- Natsume Soseki."
"Maybe many of you don't know who he is, but as long as I tell you about his relationship with two people, you will definitely remember his name," Isabel curled her lips slightly, "He is the teacher of your boss Mori Ogai... but at the same time, he is also the mentor of Fukuzawa Yukichi, the founder of the Armed Detective Agency."
There was an uproar in the audience. They had never imagined that they had such a deep connection with the Armed Detective Agency, which they had been hostile to before. Someone couldn't help but say: "No wonder, I always felt that the leader would never kill them all, it turns out there is such a cause and effect."
"They are brothers. No wonder the atmosphere is so strange every time they meet."
Some people also find it strange, why the leaders of two forces in a city have such a connection? That man named Natsume Soseki, was he a great talent who was not interested in competing with the world, so he was able to train such two extremely outstanding disciples, or did he train these two people on purpose... They didn't dare to think about it anymore.
"The Port Mafia is responsible for the night, the Armed Detective Agency is responsible for the dusk, and since it is 'three quarters', there must be another pole," she said meaningfully, "Yes, it is the 'Special Power Special Agents Department' that you usually forget about and the 'Military Police' that has never appeared. They are responsible for the daytime."
"The triangle is the most stable," Isabel said, and she chuckled. "They clamp each other and rely on each other to prevent chaos in Yokohama and maintain the most basic stability of the city... They did it. You see, people seem to have walked out of the misery of the previous generation and can go to work and go home. He gave you peace during this time."
Some old men nodded slightly. They were all people who had lived through the time of the previous generation of leaders, and naturally knew the cruelty of the bloody disaster period. People at that time were insecure from day to day, and they had to say goodbye to their families every time they went out, because they were worried that they would not be able to come back at night. And the family members are not absolutely safe either, because they always have to go out and the door can be broken into.
"But I'm different." Isabel lowered her voice, and everyone could hear the doubt in her words. "I came from a foreign country, so after visiting this beautiful city, I had a great doubt in my heart."
“Why is Yokohama like this?”
“Why is it only like this in Yokohama?”
“Why is Yokohama the only city that has to live in a situation where even life is not guaranteed after going through such trauma and people have put in such great efforts?”
She spoke word by word, and every sentence was filled with her rich emotions. She was sincerely confused. People were at a loss as to what to do. Even though they were mafia members, before they became mafia members, they were just ordinary people in this city.
Isabel took a step forward and put her hand on her chest. Her eyes were moist. She choked and said, "Why is it that in Tokyo, which is only 30 kilometers away from here, people living there don't have to worry about being shot when they go out, women will be bullied when they go out, and children can go to school alone with their schoolbags on their backs without the need for adults to accompany them? Why don't they have... Leibo Street?"
"Why don't they need... 'Three-minute Conception'?" She was deeply puzzled and conveyed this strong feeling to everyone present. "Are we not working hard enough?"
"Are we not working hard enough? We work so hard, but every time we get home, it's already midnight."
"Is it because we are not capable enough? But we have tried our best. Even when my boss scolded me, I didn't dare to say anything back."
"Are our cities not good? They are obviously already the world's leading large cities."
"Why are we the only ones who have such worries?" She didn't understand. She walked around on the stage, just like the people in the audience were worried. Finally, she came to a conclusion. She hesitated and said, "Or are we born with sin?"
But even faster, she raised her voice and said indignantly: "But what is wrong with our family? Our beautiful wife and tender children are so pure and innocent! Why should they suffer this?"
She felt helpless: "We are all from the same country, why are we different?"
She spoke sincerely without a pause, her emotions were so excited that no one regarded her as an outsider anymore. Their eyes were fixed on her, as if they were also wondering, yes, why? Why is all this happening?
"When life becomes cheap and corpses are scattered lonely and helpless on the riverbank, in the alleys and streets, we have to ask, what went wrong?" Isabel looked around, everyone was looking at her eagerly, they all wanted an answer.
In the backstage, Nakajima Atsushi turned his head and looked over here. Although his body was tied up, he also wanted an answer. No one could see Mori Ogai's expression clearly. Dazai Osamu's smile remained unchanged, as if he was not affected at all. The other person just made a "tsk" sound and muttered something. The calico cat pressed its claws hard, leaving marks on the window frame.
"Is it the 'Three-Moment Concept' that's not okay?" She questioned, but quickly rejected it herself: "No, it's good and it's useful. What we need is to find out the problem, not to deny everything. It has saved countless people, and we can't ignore this."
The calico cat raised its head slightly.
"But it's not that useful, because if a hundred people died, it only saved fifty people. Compared with the past, it is certainly good, but compared with our Lincheng and all other cities, it's - shit!" She cursed without hesitation.
The calico cat's eyes twitched, and it felt a little pain in its heart.
Dazai Osamu sneered. He no longer talked about dealing with the woman who was about to stand opposite the detective agency. He listened leisurely, as if he wanted to hear what else she could say.
"Natsume Soseki proposed the 'Three Quarters Concept' with good intentions, and he worked hard to achieve it. He spent part of his life in this city and achieved certain results. No one has the right to scold him. We should even thank him," Isabel analyzed objectively: "Because he did it. He just didn't do it well enough, not that he did nothing."
"When I realized the difference in Yokohama, I started calling people in various departments of this country," she said softly, holding her umbrella in front of her. "I called the National Security Council, the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications, and the Ministry of Defense. They all used polite words, but no one said they would solve the problem. Then I tried to find a mailbox and sent a letter to the Home Affairs Cabinet and the Prime Minister's Office. I tried everything I could to contact people in this country, but in the end I only received a letter like this."
The letter was projected over, with large characters to ensure that everyone could see it clearly. The text above simply thanked her for her concern for the country and stated that Yokohama had its own situation and they would work hard to safeguard the happiness of every citizen, so she didn't have to worry.
Very official wording.
"They didn't mention any of the problems I had summarized. From that time on, I understood," she closed her eyes. "Natsume Soseki is actually a great man. He fought his way out of the most central political circle in this country. He saw the danger of this city and was willing to spend the rest of his retirement life on this city. Does he need any other political achievements? No, he doesn't. All he did was simply to show his concern for the people of this place, for their most basic life protection, and for true peace and tranquility."
"I have said before that there are many great people in this city. They work hard to make this city a better place. They work day and night and sacrifice their youth, health, family and even their lives. This is what moved me and is the most beautiful part of Yokohama."
Nakajima Atsushi in the backstage burst into tears when she heard this. Suddenly a head popped up in front of him. "Are you crying?" she asked. The little girl wearing a red kimono was none other than Izumi Kyoka who had left Ozaki Koyo.
Nakajima Atsushi blinked and dodged desperately: "I, I didn't!"
After a while, he looked over again secretly: "Don't you think what she said makes sense? She is very considerate of us. And you," he asked in a low voice: "Are you following her words to watch over me? Why do you do this?"
"Because I don't want to kill anyone." Izumi Kyoka answered him seriously.
"What?" Nakajima Atsushi didn't understand.
"Because she can stop me from killing people." Izumi Kyoka further explained: "I am a killer and have killed 35 people. I don't want to do this, and she can stop me from doing this."
Nakajima Atsushi's pupils were earthquake.
"But is this enough? They gave everything, shed their blood on this land they love, but they still can't get a city where people can laugh and be safe. Is this really fair?"
She paused and fixed her eyes on the person in the front row. His face flushed red, and at her encouraging gesture, he finally burst out: "Not fair!"
His voice tore through the silence, like a spark thrown into boiling oil. The previous inaction was only for the explosion at this moment. Many of them raised their fists, "Unfair!" They seemed to be more sober than ever, knowing what they had paid and how much they had gained. All this is far from equal.
Isabel tapped the ground with the tip of her umbrella. The sound spread and everyone fell silent. They looked at her intently.
"Natsume Soseki is great, but he is incompetent. He has the heart, but he can only do this much. He is talented, but not that talented. Or rather, he is just talented enough to maintain the city in this patchwork way. He is a desperate mender who tries to save the city with his own methods, but forgets that more people fall off the cliff through the gaps between his fingers." Isabel raised her hands: "But are we really the ones who are saved by him?"
I am not! The calico cat had a ferocious look on its face, and its claws were eager to tear something into pieces. I am not a desperate tailor!
"Can we really only passively wait for this helpless old man to be rescued?" she asked.
"No! No! No!" everyone shouted. Some of those who were not inspired also began to worry about their future. For the first time, they began to think about their lives, what they had and what they did not have. They clearly realize what kind of situation they are living in.
I am not a helpless old man! The calico cat meowed angrily and wanted to chase its own tail and spin in circles.
Dazai Osamu applauded. He already knew that this Miss "Isabelle" had already won the hearts of some of the Port Mafia members in her hands.
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