"Wild Duck Country" "Suicide Note"
Are you talking to me? Let's go together.
But he shouldn't be able to see me.
I was a little surprised.
"Suicide Note" is the confession and self-help method of the protagonist Xingzi, which describes an invisible weirdness. The weirdness stares at you, makes terrifying sounds at you, and even affects reality to a certain extent until you disappear.
The first sound of the glass bead is an invitation, and if you respond to it, it will capture all the sounds you make and open up endless temptations.
[With a crackling sound, the sound of a bag of marbles scattering on the floor behind me was heard, crisp and sharp.
We yelled and leaned our backs against the door, looking at the corridor outside.
I shouldn't have looked back.
There was only a bleak white floor in the corridor.
And the sound of the beads stopped. 】
In addition to shouting, even turning around is a reaction.
Intangible, inexplicable. This sound gradually erodes people, starting with glass beads, then ping-pong balls, knocking on doors, calling your name from behind... until you become the same thing as it, taking pleasure in depriving others of their existence.
In fact, the only idea I had for this novel at first was "They can't hit me." Later, it evolved into "They can't see me." In the end, there is no violence, and the only means of attack is sound. Of course, it is my sound.
Please type "no martial ethics" on the public screen! (bushi)
Looking back now, it seems that I was a little careless.
Hey, that, can adult matters be called careless? That’s called stable! Stable!
But then again, if it was directed at me, why did they call me?
I looked at the two people leaving one after the other and laughed.
Let's go together, I thought.
Something interesting is bound to happen.
So I followed his voice and walked towards the countryside step by step.
Where the sound suddenly changed, only a brown beret remained.
This is like a brown boundary marker, and the scene on the other side is completely different.
The time before dusk is cursed, ghosts rise to the sky, and souls wander the roads. This evening, when the sunlight is dyed like a huge golden-red net covering the sky and the earth, is called the devil's hour.
The hosts and guests reversed, and the humans who once occupied every inch of the mountains, forests and wilderness suddenly became lambs to be slaughtered... and wild ducks to be slaughtered.
"I think it is a terrible thing that humans are being objectified, becoming robotic and inhuman."
“That’s why there’s Duck Country, a place where people are treated as commodities.”
This is my sketch on the manuscript, which is enough to comment on the chaos in front of me.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, a bonfire barbecue gradually emerged, and the duck market was bustling with people. It was a paradise for duck eaters and a hell for ducks.
Backpackers came from far away to attend this feast. Many of them were not duck lovers, but were very interested in the sacrifice and local customs of the feast.
"What a spectacular sight! It's like a feast for thousands of people. I came all the way to Yokohama, and I didn't know there really was such a gathering here!"
The single old man had a look of nostalgia on his face.
"It's really the Duck Banquet, what a grand feast, Hatta-kun."
The women in the tour group expressed their admiration.
The night before was reenacted, and the story will continue.
I excitedly joined the crowd, trying to experience this half-true and half-false story.
He wanted me to come here, I suddenly realized. So am I the guest or the host? Will I experience being a duck? Will he like it? Will he be willing to join me in team building?
I looked around excitedly and nervously.
In short, welcome to the land of wild ducks!
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"Gah..."
There is a reason why Nakahara Chuuya participated in this action.
Firstly, it shows the sincerity of Hong Kong Black, and secondly, his attraction to the supernatural is hard to ignore.
Overly inspired... after all, he is a god.
The privileges of God are reflected in every aspect.
Like this terrible color combination.
For example, all the butchers turned to look at him with malicious smiles, but they never stopped what they were doing, and the chopping boards made a clanging sound when they were hit.
Just like what we have learned before, people who accidentally enter this place will turn into ducks, but they will not be in danger of assimilation and will retain their human rationality to experience such fear.
The killer Fujiwara was gone, and the market was filled with a different kind of excitement, with the butchers busy, the chopping boards busy, and the ducks busy.
But there is no vitality.
The order that Nakahara Chuuya received was to follow Edogawa Ranpo's instructions in everything.
Ranpo Edogawa, the core of the Armed Detective Agency, has solved nearly 10,000 crimes and is known as "the strongest man in the detective agency."
"I will fully cooperate with you, so if you have any instructions, just tell me."
When they first met, Nakahara Chuuya said, "I will crush anything that gets in the way of Port Mafia with gravity."
He stood tall, his orange hair outside his hat trembling in the wind at his neck; the color looked somewhat familiar.
Edogawa Ranpo ignored the vaguely threatening words and instead curled his eyes.
"My lovely hat! Dazai showed me a picture of you from that day." When Nakahara Chuuya's face suddenly changed and he tried to stop the topic with a dark "Hey hey" on his face, Ranpo continued with a smile: "But the detective doesn't need this way of communication."
Because all technological products will disappear or fail, the original plan was to transmit information in the most primitive way.
One "Ga" sound means attack, two "Ga" sounds mean stop, the sound is the main thing and the action is secondary. The detective doesn't care about his face anymore!
"Ranbu-sama's brain doesn't need to remember such things." He couldn't remember the translation.
"Huh?" Nakahara Chuuya frowned, "Then how should I understand what you mean?"
"Just tell me when the time comes."
Edogawa Ranpo said as a matter of course.
“No matter how obscure a mystery novel is, as long as you understand the author’s malicious intentions, you have already solved half of the problem.”*
“Even if it’s a horror story, it’s still true.”
The corners of his mouth gradually curled up.
"It's impossible to have a horror story about people without human involvement."
Nakahara Chuuya stared at him for a long while, then expressionlessly pushed his hat down, covering half of his face as a compromise.
"I see."
Really, everyone is like this...
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Some confusing words resulted in two ducks.
One is white, and the other is... no, it's orange.
However, the white duck was wearing a brown cloak, which was thin and fitted, mainly to prevent the two from getting separated.
A duck detective.
Thanks to Naomi Tanizaki for her contribution.
Perhaps because there was no special buff like Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, who had been angry and embarrassed several times before, was still relatively calm. But even so, he was still stared at by the eyes from all around, making his forehead bulge.
What a disgusting sight.
In contrast, Edogawa Ranpo seemed much more relaxed. He had learned without any instruction how to curl up in a very comfortable position, mumbling incomprehensible words in a duck-like manner.
After solving the problem, will the president praise him? Mr. Ranpo paid such a high price.
I want to eat red bean mochi and crepes. Why hasn't she come yet...
The sky began to become gorgeous, with gradually changing red and gold dyeing the sky.
As expected, the speed of time is not right. But, hehe.
The brown ball that was curled up in a cape suddenly stretched out and turned into a duck with its head held high and its chest puffed out.
The first thing to change was the wild ducks all over the ground, which were instantly replaced by an endless stream of tourists, some confused, some frightened, but most of them were very interested, as if they came here for this purpose.
That is the famous Divine Duck Banquet.
"Now you can talk."
It is no exaggeration to say that this is the first human voice here, representing a certain sudden change.
Indeed. Nakahara Chuuya straightened his hat, stretched out his five fingers, and put his hands in his pockets.
You are indeed a detective. I have never received such information before.
"Then, my first request is to make your existence known to everyone."
He walked around with his hands on his hips and slightly tilted his head, a beam of white light reflected on his glasses.
Nakahara Chuuya finally smiled happily: "I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."
A familiar red light appeared on his body.
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Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…
"Hey, did a glass bead fall somewhere? It makes a loud noise."
"Was there? I didn't hear it."
"Of course I did. I heard it, too."
"You don't need to worry about this kind of thing."
Everyone was talking at once.
Their conversation attracted the attention of the girl who was casting a ring in front of them. She turned her head curiously and waved to them.
"That glass bead is mine."
She answered hesitantly, as if she didn't quite understand what was going on.
After all, it was just the sound of glass beads, and the words that came out were very strange. But only those who have heard it can understand that it is similar to the sound of glass bouncing on tiles, and then it rolls towards people and stops at their feet.
It was so strange that it made people feel uneasy. The person who asked the question hesitated, and her companion began to sigh.
"Wow, you caught so many dolls!"
“Kawaii——”
It was the Divine Duck Banquet, and even though there was an activity called ring tossing, the small prizes were all duck-shaped dolls and pottery. In the corner, there was a live duck with a yellow beak and a white body curled up, staring blankly at its "brothers and sisters" around it.
In addition to white, there is also a striking orange color in the prizes. It is said that catching a duck of this color will bring good luck.