Chapter 39 If you want, you can judge God.
If Sengenmaku had a bird's-eye view, he would have discovered that this novel project had almost scooped up all the slightly capable people with special abilities in Yokohama.
Let's take a look at the contributors. Currently known ones include Edgar Allan Poe, Yukito Ayatsuji, Ango Sakaguchi (pseudonym) (his mystery works are very good), Hideo Nakai, and Mushitaro Oguri (pseudonym) (he disappeared after finishing writing, but Dazai discovered that there were abilities used by other powers in the manuscript (???) and was put on the observation list because it was very special.) These are the ones who were exposed or half-exposed in the mystery genre.
Contributors to the non-mystery extra stories include Dazai Osamu, Oda Sakunosuke (who was fooled by Nakai and wrote an extra story), Natsume Soseki, Mori Ogai (who tried to seduce Sengenmaku but failed), Endo Shusaku
Oh, and there are also those who were rejected, such as Tetsuji Suehiro, who has a unique idea and is still in training and has not had surgery yet...
It’s not that others don’t want to write, but they have never written before. Even if they want to write, they can’t write at the moment, so they can only leave with regret, such as Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Yosano Akiko and Ozaki Koyo.
Judging from this, Sengenmaku’s connections have almost taken over all of Yokohama…
It won’t end up being Yokohama’s You Know Who, will it?
No way...right? Ha ha……
Well, actually, Ayatsuji Yukito is not particularly eye-catching among such a large group of people with special abilities. So when this name was suddenly mentioned, Qian Jianmu really recalled it, and then he thought of his works and people together.
"Oh, right, I told you before, his style is very interesting." Ranpo seemed a little unhappy, snorted, and continued: "He is also a detective. Although he is not as good as the famous detective Ranpo, he is also excellent. And his ability is very special, it's really shocking. I just mentioned it, and he told me directly!"
"Eh? What kind of supernatural power is this?"
"——another, probably an ability that can cause the murderer to die unexpectedly."
"That's a very powerful ability." Qian Jianmu nodded. Although he knew that the person on the other side couldn't see it, he continued to ask Ranpo, flattering him: "Then why did he come to me?"
"Haha, Ranpo-sama is communicating with him! Just now he suddenly told Ranpo-sama that he was coming to see you. Wow, although I know the reason, it's really shocking that he has such a personality." Ranpo said casually, and halfway through, he realized that he had gone off topic, so he said:
"Anyway, his ability is the kind that he can't even control. I don't know where he got the idea that you were doing an experiment, so he was very interested in you. He just told me and went straight to you."
"But I'm not sure. Is it really okay?" He didn't really care about being found. Since Ranpo wasn't in a hurry, there was no need for him to worry. Just some inexplicable confusion.
"Oh, it's okay, he doesn't have parents anymore."
…
Why are you saying such hellish words in such a calm tone? It sounds like cursing, okay! !
President, you need to work harder on Ranpo's socialization training!
"Um……"
"He's a pretty good detective, but if he doesn't find a direction, given the nature of his special abilities, he'll be targeted by the Special Ability Unit sooner or later."
Edogawa Ranpo's voice suddenly became silent:
"Maku-kun, his ability is to ignore spatial distance, ignore causal identity, and cannot reverse, stop, or prevent direct accidental deaths. Even Dazai Osamu can't stop him."
…
He has the supreme talent of a detective, but seems to be cursed by fate and has the ability to harbor malicious intent. The murderer is not the only one who is guilty, but he has no idea until he finds out. In order to find the truth and what is right, one can only move forward with all one has, case after case. Even if the outcome is not to one's liking, one can only calm down and accept the inevitable bad consequences that one has created.
If he gave up on sticking to himself and went completely crazy, maybe he would have an easier life. But his logic and reason destined him to be very clear-headed, and he would struggle throughout his life in a numb and empty life amid the contradiction between his own thoughts and the consequences.
That's a really terrible thing.
"Dazai happened to leave, so let him accompany you."
When did you know? Well, it’s not surprising that it was you.
But no wonder Nakai has been at the shrine recently. It seems that Ranpo had anticipated the arrival of Ayatsuji Yukito. It is better to say that this matter itself shows signs of his instigation.
It would be naive to think that someone like Ranpo would never trouble anyone to do anything. No one is a saint. Even Edogawa Ranpo is not a god who is detached from the world. But most of the time he doesn't need help from others and can solve many problems by himself. And before he asks for help, others often receive his favors first.
Ranpo himself is a very interesting person. Whenever he sees someone encountering problems, he will mention them. The events he pays attention to are generally not trivial matters to others. The people around him have all benefited from him to some extent and are very caring and trustful of him. He doesn't care much about rewards. If the person he helps is grateful and wants to repay him, Ranpo will casually propose some conditions, such as buying snacks, gifts, or sending them off if they get lost. It's not for equivalence, it's just to make people feel more comfortable.
As for the relationship between Sengenmaku and Ranpo, their mutual understanding has reached a certain level. The moment he mentioned that someone would be coming, Chimamaku had already gestured to Nakai to arrange a room and daily necessities. After hanging up the phone, Chimamaku went straight to the shrine gate to wait for someone.
I thought I would have to wait for a while, but as soon as I arrived, I saw a blond boy leaning against the red pillar outside the shrine gate from a distance. It seemed that he had been there for a while.
...Ranpo, your deduction is damn tight.
This isn't a sign of coming to look for him; this is a sign of coming here a long time ago and waiting for him to bring the person back!
**
The eighteen-year-old blond boy lowered his eyes lazily, a beautiful doll was half-hugged and half-hung around his waist, and his thumb in a black glove gently rubbed the surface of the doll.
"Three minutes and thirty-two seconds."
Seeing Qian Jianmu, he raised his eyes, stared for a short while, finally straightened up and spoke softly.
The boy had a pale and handsome complexion, bright and smooth blond hair, and a tall and beautiful figure. The detective's cloak was slightly blown by the wind, and the doll turned its head slightly as if it were alive and looked in the direction of Qianjianmu.
It is clearly a dead object, but it inexplicably gives off a sense of life and horror.
"Hello, my room needs a basement."
He spoke calmly, paused, and added:
"Need me to say thank you? Well, thank you."
…
…
He was so gracious, it was like coming home!
**
Ayatsuji Yukito is a man with a sense of justice.
This sounds a bit strange. After all, who doesn't have a sense of justice in the detective profession? But it is undeniable that in reality, the profession of top detectives is often not that of detectives, but more like that of decoders. The reason of solving the case in order to save lives has been reversed, and many people's reason is to save lives in order to solve the case.
Especially in Yokohama, there are many such people. Death is not a very rare thing. Do you think your life is more precious than a drama? Don't be so conceited. Human life is a cheap thing that can be measured by money.
However, if people who are familiar with Ayatsuji Yukito judge that he is a person with a sense of justice, they will often come to the opposite conclusion.
A person who possesses this kind of special ability, a person who can coldly call the dead body of a murderer a natural phenomenon, this kind of cold-blooded, indifferent, vicious and weird person, how can he be considered to have a sense of justice, right?
"What else can you do about this supernatural phenomenon except accept it?" [Note 1]
Such cold and truthful words would only make people more wary of him.
The world revolves around rules and order. The reason why the Mafia is the Mafia and is not respected and recognized by the political system is undeniably that the rule of "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" is not in line with the trial system.
The law requires sentencing, which is to quantify each person's crime and then put it on the scale, with pure reason without any emotional factors on one side and an equal and controllable punishment on the other. On this basis, add or subtract some insignificant emotional factors to ensure it is as fair as possible.
To be precise, punishment is possible, but it must be done using fixed means and at a precise price.
These rules for maintaining order are extremely important, but sometimes they can be too cold-blooded and ruthless.
Being killed and raped, being tortured and killed with one blow, losing an eye or losing a tongue, causing psychological or sexual effects. In the minds of different people, it is inevitable that they will make judgments based on their own values about the punishment on the other side of the scale, feeling that it is too much or too little, unfair or biased.
Some people think that tit for tat is what the crime deserves, while others think that paying the price is enough.
However, under the universal values, people who have received legal education usually agree on one thing, that is, no matter how you look at it or how you think about it, you should not be swayed by emotions. In other words, even if the person is guilty of heinous crimes, one cannot sentence him arbitrarily. At least he should be tried in court to get a fair result.
It's a bit pedantic and a bit heartless, but can you say it's wrong?
No, and no one dares to do so, because above this is a carefully written law, a set of social rules that absolutely cannot be shaken.
Therefore, even if he cannot control himself, even if all he has to do is find the truth, even if the murderer is a cruel villain, as long as Ayatsuji Yukito takes action and as long as the conditions for supernatural powers are met, some kind of unique sin will inevitably fall on Ayatsuji Yukito's head.
No one will care about this.
He just wanted to know the truth, that's all. 【Note 2】
He was dubbed the 'homicide detective'.
First of all, he is indeed a detective.
Second, he is a murderer.
This is an equal sign, meaning that as long as he is a detective, he is a murderer.
He cannot give up his destiny of finding the truth, but when he is identified as a murderer, how can you say with confidence that he is a righteous man?
Even Ayatsuji Yukito himself would sneer at this word.
He has a sense of justice that is not recognized and even he himself does not want to acknowledge. He moves forward on his own in his cursed fate, turning a blind eye to the rumors and whispers from the outside world, and even not paying much attention to how he is treated. I don't care about disputes, I don't pay attention to current affairs, I avoid emotions, I live soberly in a glass room, alone, calm and strong, and I never think that I am lonely, nor do I think that I need to be saved.
—Boring egoism, that’s how he defines himself. 【Note 3】
If a few years had passed, or even just one or two, and Ayatsuji Yukito had really been targeted by the Special Ability Section, for various reasons and because of his compromise with fate, he might not have come to find Sengenmaku.
But the current Ayatsuji Yukito has just turned 18 years old.
He lives on his parents' generous inheritance, has no stable social connections, and occasionally works as a detective. Because the murderer's death was so bizarre, not many people except him noticed anything unusual. He spent the whole day reading and thinking, observing the whole world with cold eyes. He was not angry at fate, nor sad about life, nor hesitated about life and death, but just felt bored and empty.
He collects dolls, and he clearly believes that the distance between him and the world, the distance between him and the doll, and the distance between the doll and the world are always exactly the same.
So it was not a strange decision for him to submit a novel on a whim, communicate with "like-minded people", and then find someone who seemed interesting.
Ayatsuji Yukito did not come here rashly without any preparation. He had heard of Edogawa Ranpo, but perhaps because cats repel each other, he had no interest in paying attention to him. But after reading Edogawa Ranpo's novel, he suddenly felt like going to take a look at Edogawa Ranpo from a distance, and coincidentally, Edogawa Ranpo was handling a case at that time.
No special abilities.
He made a judgment, and an unknown feeling arose in his heart, like ripples in a stagnant pool of water.
As Qian Jianmu believed,
——Edogawa Ranpo is the miracle of this world itself.
So they communicated and exchanged ideas, and through clues and Ranpo's selective revelations, they learned that the original reason for writing the novel was to promote literature, and the ultimate goal was to allow more people with special abilities to write.
Isn’t the answer to the mystery now revealed?
After determining the address, Ayatsuji Yukito first walked to the vicinity of the shrine and called Ranpo.
After hanging up the phone, he started counting the time.
The answer is three minutes. The information revealed in this time alone made him basically certain of the relationship between Senmamaku and Edogawa Ranpo, and also confirmed Senmamaku's attitude towards him.
No problem, we can get along.
In the next ten seconds, he was already thinking about bringing a few dolls from home.
Then it occurred to him that there didn't seem to be such a thing as a basement in a shrine.
"Give me a room with a basement," he added, not quite remembering whether he had said hello or not, but that didn't matter.
Seeing the confused look on the white-haired boy's face, he thought about it and felt that he should be polite to his future landlord.
So he said, "Thank you."
He is so polite!
**
There is a kind of love at first sight, where you even decide the name of your future child the first time you meet.
This is a fragmentary fantasy, of course, and usually just a fantasy.
But Ayatsuji Yukito was obviously thinking at super-fast speed, arranging everything clearly on the practical level in an instant, skipping all useless links and hitting the bull's eye directly.
It was very impolite and abrupt, but I still said thank you.
That's fine, at least it's polite.
"How can there be a basement in a shrine?" He completed the question skillfully and led his men to the shrine. At this time, there were some people visiting the shrine, most of them were residents from the surrounding area. These residents were already familiar with the children of the shrine and greeted Sengenmaku from afar.
"Do you think there is a God in this world?" Looking at everything coldly, Ayatsuji Yukito put his hands in his pockets and asked slowly.
"Maybe, what do you think?" Qian Jianmu returned to the topic.
Ayatsuji Yukito gave a somewhat sarcastic smile and said nothing.
Well, it doesn't look like a good thing to say.
There were not enough rooms in the shrine, so Endo, Nakai, Dazai, and Senmaku each had a room. When Ranpo first came, he even lived with Senmaku for the first few days. Later, a few rooms were vacated for office parties and accommodation purposes, but they looked very deserted because no one was living there.
Although he made the request, Ayatsuji Yukito's expression was indifferent and he didn't really care where to live. It seemed that the only thing he cared about was the doll he was carrying, and he even found a shady shelf for her that was not exposed to direct sunlight.
Qian Jianmu looked at the doll several times. The doll was exquisitely made and it was obvious that it was worth a lot of money. Every joint is very flexible and the facial sculpture is lifelike. The little skirt she was wearing was made of the finest fabric, and the stitching was so fine that it looked like a normal-sized skirt that had been shrunk down.
"Like it?"
"Hmm..." Qian Jianmu pondered for a moment, turned around, took out a piece of white paper and a pencil, and drew something on the doll.
"You can take a look if you like, but I think the photography is clearer." Ayatsuji Yukito glanced at him, took the hot tea from Nakai, frowned somewhat uncomfortably, and said sarcastically, "It seems that you can drink hot tea by just stretching your hand from now on."
Nakai: …
Nakai felt very calm, even had a slight sense of regret, as he felt that after Dazai left, a more difficult guy seemed to have come to the shrine.
He can sense other people's emotions and know whether they are malicious or kind.
Ayatsuji Yukito had no ill intentions, he was just uttering sharp words as if to taunt someone. The general meaning might be that he felt that there was no need for Nakai to care about him too meticulously, as long as the goal could be achieved. As for the tone issue, he did not consider it at all.
Okay, okay, actually Nakai is used to it.
With a somewhat helpless sigh, Nakai explained the shrine's meal times, daily affairs, spare tools and other things. Ayatsuji Yukito had a dull expression, and it was unclear whether he had listened or not. He was looking sideways at the boy who was painting, as if he was thinking about something, or just watching.
"Ayatsuji-kun." After a moment of silence, Sengenmaku stopped writing and looked up.
"Want a new doll?"
"...First of all, this is not necessary." Ayatsuji Yukito had a strange look of disdain on his face. He said softly, "Secondly, the body of this doll is worth a million yen."
Come on, is he, Ayatsuji Yukito, a person who likes bargains?
Qian Jianmu silently handed him the drawing paper in his hand.
During the days of wandering, due to the intelligent riot and electronic strike, the surviving humans were forced to abandon their electronic devices.
Yet they are so dependent on technology that they can't even take photos of themselves.
So during that time, Chijianmu would prepare a stack of white paper and a few charcoal pencils in his backpack to draw portraits of the people or families he met. These portraits were used to exchange for some food, and occasionally, if he was lucky, he could even exchange them for older colored pigments.
He has been painting for many years, and his speed is ridiculously fast, as if it is effortless, and the clarity is so terrifying that it can pass as a photograph just by painting on it.
There was a very beautiful doll on the paper. Its style was somewhat strange and weird, and even a little scary if you looked closely. Although it was in black and white, you could clearly feel its beauty and exquisiteness. The details of the doll are very precise, and you can tell that the person who made it is an experienced craftsman.
“You can give me the settings and I’ll draw the blueprints,” he added.
It just suddenly occurred to me that he could make dolls. In order to appease Lilith, he really made quite a few dolls, from rough cloth ones in the early days to full metal simulations in the later stages.
The only hesitation was that the dolls he made had a special style that did not fit in with this world. Although they were exquisite, they looked gloomy and scary no matter how you looked at them. But after he observed Ayatsuji Yukito's doll, he felt that it shouldn't be too bad. He even uses some materials with special proportions to make the texture of the doll more realistic.
His eyes were fixed on the paper. The doll, which looked like a lady sitting on the chair, was very beautiful, but the more he looked at it, the weirder it became. If a child saw it, he would probably have a nightmare. But who was Ayatsuji Yukito?
That's just what he likes.
Ayatsuji Yukito slowly raised his head and said solemnly:
"Okay, let me see the finished product first."
Hey, where's your pride! Where is your dignity!
Don't give in so quickly!
Ayatsuji Yukito: I'm sorry, but I really want this.
**
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The more twisted the love is, the more vivid it is.
Lilith no longer took any medicine and she happily went to paradise. She could feel her sister with her, so joyfully and yet so painfully in love.
She will meet her sister in pain.
Human mutation is silent. She spent her entire youth in paradise.
Until the war is triggered again.
This time it was a civil war. An unknown insurgent army rose up and began a massive resistance. The loudspeakers hanging high in the sky were smashed, the drug factories were burned down, veterans no longer appeared on the streets, and the paradise turned into a wailing hell.
The rebels said they loved this country.
The brother who fled his family to join the rebels said he loved the country and he loved her.
"Because I love this country more, I cannot allow evil to happen."
"We will fight for our country and give everything."
The rebels said this with a blazing light in their eyes.
So in front of Lilith, the brother killed his parents with his own hands.
"So selfless, he even gave up his own parents for the sake of revolution."
"Excellent rebel soldiers should learn from him!"
"Such a sinful family can actually raise such an excellent child!"
Amidst the noisy praise and admiration, the brother hugged Lilith tightly. His body was still stained with warm blood, and the fishy smell filled Lilith's face.
He said:
"Thank you for your hard work. No one will hurt you again."
In the fanatical atmosphere, in the distorted environment, in the steaming mist of his parents' blood, in front of this stranger called brother.
The pain in my heart was unbearable, but it was accompanied by the beautiful smile on Lilith's face.
"He loves me."
She told herself so in her heart.
She curled up in her brother's arms and buried her cheek in his neck.
Then he spit out the soft tip of his tongue and gently licked the warm blood on his clothes.
"They love me too," she thought.
It doesn't matter.
"I love you, too."
But, why can't they love each other?
Hiding in her brother's arms, she raised her head and looked at the corners of her brother's lips raised because of a smile.
"Doesn't he love them?"
After clearly realizing this, she fell into endless confusion, but couldn't figure it out.
Forget it, forget it.
"No matter what, I will love you."
"I will be hungry, so please give me plenty of love."
——Pain and Love, Part 4
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**
Come to think of it, the reason why Lilith was made into a doll in the first place was also to avoid.
Lilith loved him.
She loved the whole world, but seemed to love him especially.
That was not love between men and women. Lilith's love was extremely clear. She just liked him, just wanted to be together, just wanted to be one.
At the age of fifteen, Lilith was taken away from the Central Academy and did not return for three full months. Since then, she has always had a beautiful and happy smile on her face.
She said:
"Xiao Mu, I like you so much. I really want to be with you forever."
Lilith said that she had a weak twin sister. She said that her family needed one person to do an experiment and her sister was originally chosen, but she was worried about her sister and secretly ran into the car.
When she talked about this, there was no expression other than happiness on her face. She was happy and painful, and even trembled in torture.
After being deprived of her emotions, her mutated emotions ran rampant, and finally, under the guidance of ulterior motives, Lilith lived with her sister forever.
Later, Sengenmaku began to practice making puppets for her.
One per year, sometimes several. Lilith loved the dolls and she dressed them in the same clothes as herself.
As long as you give her a doll, she will smile helplessly:
"That's too much! All right, I'll endure it."
Qian Jianmu used energy points to exchange for a batch of very expensive materials. When he had nothing to do, he would sit by the window and carve, polish and wax with a knife.
He prepared materials for two dolls at the same time. The one for Ayatsuji Yukito was still waiting for Ayatsuji Yukito to confirm the design, but the one for Lilith was made very quickly.
If Lilith saw the article he wrote for her, she would probably laugh out loud with joy. She would hug him tightly, and then he would take out the doll. Lilith would immediately reveal an expression that said 'you are cheating' and then reluctantly let him go.
The breeze blew past his ears, and a faint smile appeared on his light-colored lips. However, the moment he realized this, he shook the carving knife violently, leaving a shallow scratch.
The carving knife scratched his finger, and blood of a slightly darker color soon flowed out. But with the body's extraordinary recovery ability, the wound was basically invisible in just a few seconds.
The blood dripped onto the puppet's unformed face, like a blood-red eye.
Qian Jianmu stretched out his hand and touched the corner of his lips. He could clearly feel the subtle curve under his fingertips. Then, a painful and intense feeling of suffocation came over him.
Is he changing?
Although everyone around him had noticed it, it was the first time he realized it.
When all his friends died, he was indifferent, without any pain and rarely missed them. He didn't think death was something difficult to accept, because it didn't matter, so he was not afraid.
Haha, so this is what it feels like?
——Even at this moment, he was just observing himself as if he was observing some new thing.
Well, luckily he was the one who survived.
He thought:
So lucky, he is the one left.
**
When Hideo Nakai knocked on the door, he suddenly stopped.
The white-haired boy leaned against the window, revealing a rare look of fatigue. There is bitter melancholy in the air and a sour sense of relief at the root of the tongue. The emotion is as thin as mist and will dissipate immediately once the sun appears.
He came at the wrong time.
However, it was too late. Qian Jianmu turned around and looked at him, and the precious faint emotion that he felt for the first time disappeared in an instant like a dewdrop in the sun.
"What's wrong Nakai?"
Nakai felt a little regretful and remorseful, but he quickly adjusted his mood and brought up what he was going to say.
"Ayatsuji-kun just met a guest in the coin hall. He seemed to have discovered something and chatted with the guest."
"Sure. After all, it's boring to be alone here." Qian Jianmu was quite reasonable and didn't think it was a big deal.
"I didn't think there would be any problem, but just now I found out that Ayatsuji-kun disappeared with the guests."
"……?"
Because Edogawa Ranpo is not the type who would actively look for cases. Well, actually he would look for cases occasionally, but Ranpo is very well-behaved in the shrine and would never run away on his own initiative. Therefore, Chigenmaku really let his guard down when it came to a detective of a different type, Ayatsuji Yukito.
Ranpo os: Mainly because I don’t know the way.
If it was Ayatsuji Yukito many years later, he would also be the type who would squat in the detective agency waiting for cases to come to him. The control of the Special Ability Division was one thing, and another was that he really felt bored and was fed up with ordinary cases.
In a word: lazy.
But this is not the 22-year-old Ayatsuji Yukito who has solved many cases and even handed himself over to the country. This is the 18-year-old Ayatsuji Yukito who still has a young mentality.
After seeing some inconsistencies in a female guest that he found intriguing, he simply ran off with her.
actually! In fact, if it was Edogawa Ranpo, this wouldn't be a big deal. At most, you would have to go and pick the person up and buy some snacks for Ranpo as a reward on the way. There's no need to rush. Who can beat him?
But this is Yukito Ayatsuji.
A person with the ability to solve cases is Yukito Ayatsuji.
That's a bit scary, brother!
No one was worried about Ayatsuji Yukito, everyone was worried about the murderer.
The direction that Nakai and Chimamu were worried about was even stranger.
Who's worried about the murderer? Just make sure the Special Powers Unit doesn't catch him!
Although according to the timeline, Ayatsuji Yukito will not be forcibly targeted at the moment, but Sengenmaku and the others don't know that. It feels like a born criminal has suddenly run away. Just now they were discussing how to speed up (whip) the impact of his experimental book on people with special abilities, and now the experimental subject is about to be imprisoned.
Qian Jianmu was silent for a moment, then he raised his head:
"Tell me about that guest."
Although Senjianmu is not a detective and has no interest in solving crimes, it does not mean that he is incapable of doing so.
The female customer was a regular here, and she first appeared after Edogawa Ranpo. Nakai had paid attention to her before, because her emotions were very strange, suppressed and painful, but not absolutely helpless. According to Yokohama's traditional virtues, he is probably the type who can easily become a murderer.
After Nakai helped her extract her emotions several times, she came much less often. Until this visit, Nakai had been unable to judge her situation because he was too far away to sense her emotions.
But that's enough information.
Most of the people who can come to this small shrine are people who live within 2,000 meters of the area. Yokohama is not a big place, and each district is like a village. It is summer now and the guests are wearing warm clothes. I listened carefully to what they were wearing and looked at the map of the surrounding area. About two minutes later, the two of them determined the area that the two men could go to.
However, even so, by the time the two people arrived, it was already over.
The domestic violence man thought his wife was cheating on him, so he killed the person he thought was his lover and then killed his child. He turned around with a guilty look and said, "Let's start over." The wife felt something was wrong, but couldn't find the reason. When Ayatsuji followed the woman to her home, the man had already wiped the axe for dismembering the body.
Because Ayatsuji was walking by, and the neighbors were watching from afar for some reason, the domestic violence man had no choice but to give up. However, Ayatsuji was relentless and started to solve the case. After a series of combined attacks, when he talked about the result, the woman had turned pale and could not question his judgment at all.
When Qian Jianmu arrived, the fear on the man's face had not yet disappeared. His facial nerves were strangely hideous. He tried to say something with trembling lips, but soon a feeling of anger surged up. His eyes were vicious and his teeth were chattering, but Ayatsuji Yukito just stood opposite him and looked at him coldly.
"You don't stand a chance," he said.
"You don't understand anything at all!"
"What does this have to do with me? I'm just telling you that you no longer have a chance."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old hanging electric fan on the upper side of the house began to shake wildly.
It was a very old fan, and some of its screws had loosened at some point.
The man underneath him bulged his muscles, almost rushing forward to strangle Ayatsuji Yukito's throat. Finally, he laughed sinisterly, as if he had made a decision. Just as he took a step forward and rushed forward—
The fan fell down.
Plastic fans are commonly used in Japanese households. However, what is strange is that the blades of the electric fan used by this family are actually made of metal.
Maybe it's not a coincidence, but it is a coincidence. What a coincidence, it's like this was supposed to happen.
The man did not hear anything unusual behind his head. The neighbors who were watching from a distance opened their eyes wide in shock and tried to say something, but they were like a chicken with its neck strangled, unable to make a sound. In a silence that was almost like death, as if in slow motion, in just a fraction of a second, the fan blades spun like flying knives, actually slashing straight towards the man's neck!
The next moment, a head flew out suddenly. The running body ran forward a few meters due to inertia, and finally knelt down in front of Ayatsuji Yukito with a plop.
Blood gushed out of the neck of the headless corpse, and some of the blood even splashed onto Ayatsuji Yukito, but the blond young man simply pulled his black-gloved hands out of his pockets and wiped the blood from his cheeks and neck, leaving behind a trail of bloodstains that smelled fishy and were still warm.
His expression was extremely calm, his eyes showed neither sadness nor joy, and he looked at the corpse on the ground as if he was judging it from the highest level.
"I told you, you don't stand a chance."
“!!!! Aaaaaah!!!”
The people watching outside the fence let out sharp and frightened screams, and Ayatsuji Yukito silently shifted his gaze to the woman who was still in a daze. At this moment, he paused slightly and saw Sengenmaku and Nakai not far away.
"Ayatsuji-san..."
A woman's trembling voice came from beside me.
"Let's go, little brother."
Ayatsuji Yukito suddenly turned around, his pupils dilated uncontrollably, and stared at the woman who was still shaking uncontrollably.
In his opinion, this was a woman who seemed to be a little smart but whose behavior was stupid and was about to be suppressed to madness. But he didn't expect her to say such a thing.
This was her husband. Although he did not think it was a very important matter, his past experience in solving cases told him that even if the dead person was the murderer who caused the tragedy, the poor victim would pour out his malice on the detective who had exposed the false illusion of peace the moment he encountered the misfortune.
This is the rule, the convention, a fact that he doesn't care about but has accepted.
The woman murmured in a low voice:
"How could such an 'accident' happen? How could such an 'accident' happen?"
She pronounced her words with great emphasis and looked at Ayatsuji Yukito as if she was laughing and crying.
"Brother, please get out of here. This is just an unfortunate accident. I will take care of this."
The white-haired boy who was much younger than him walked up to him at some point and held his wrist. The black-haired and white-haired boys bowed to the woman, and it was obvious that they knew each other.
He heard someone say:
"Let's go, there are more and more people."
The blood was wet and sticky. Ayatsuji walked through the noisy crowd in eerie silence. It was dusk, and the bloody sunset enveloped everyone, so that even the bloodstains on his body seemed less obvious.
"There's nothing we can do. This is the only way left at this time. The sunlight is a bit blinding, isn't it? But there are really few people here."
The white-haired boy walked beside him, speaking in a light tone:
"There's nothing I can do. Next time, at least pretend and tell me: 'Oh, I'm so scared. How could such a terrible thing happen? Come on, try to tell me."
Ayatsuji Yukito twitched his lips and refused to speak.
"Come on, Nakai, show me how to do it."
On the other side, Nakai Hideo pointed at himself:
"Me? Oh, okay. Oh, I'm so scared. How could such a terrible thing happen?"
There is an extremely exaggerated sense of drama in Nakai Hideo's tone. Anyway, from the sound of it, you don't feel that he is scary. Instead, you feel that he is a pervert, and he is even more terrifying.
Qian Jianmu seemed very satisfied.
"Right, that's it, let's learn it?"
Ayatsuji Yukito refuses to communicate with the drama queen.
The white-haired young man took a few steps forward, then walked backwards with his back to the setting sun. The red light shone from behind him, casting a layer of red halo. I couldn't see his expression clearly under the strong light, I only knew that he was smiling:
"Ayatsuji-kun, maybe gods exist, but maybe they don't love you. [Note 4]"
The light divided the space and made the vibrations of the air blurry and difficult to discern.
The young man chuckled mockingly, and there was a hint of deep meaning in his voice:
"It doesn't matter. There are no gods in the world under judgment."
**
In the early morning, the shrine received a rare official visitor.
"Excuse me, Nakai-kun, I'm looking for Ayatsuji-kun."
The woman was wearing mourning clothes and a black hat that covered half of her face. She was holding a box in her arms and raised her head slightly. Under the black hat was a face that looked a little haggard but with a gentle smile.
"Excuse me...is he here?"
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