Asi Hell - Capítulo 79
The ribs are probably broken.
In short, he has committed at least the crimes of obstructing official business and violent assault. We immediately request that headquarters issue an urgent arrest warrant for him and send people to the scene to provide support.
then,
--evidence.
I don't know how long I was unconscious, and what if the evidence was destroyed during that time—
That's unlikely.
Chuzenji said that part of the body must be hidden near his home.
If he is not mistaken, they should be buried in the ground. It would be impossible to dig them up and take them away in such a short time, especially since there are three or four bodies.
However, if he were to be buried, Aoki would be helpless until reinforcements arrived. Right now, just holding onto something to support himself and stand up was already very painful.
—Damn it, I won't admit defeat.
If Kiba saw him in this pathetic state, he would surely be laughed at. Aoki climbed the stairs again.
There's a table in the center of the room; there should be some evidence left in the drawer.
Open the door, inside—
It's more than just a little evidence.
Upon closer inspection, the ground was covered in bloodstains.
There was a stack of papers on the table; they were manuscript paper.
There seem to be words written on it? The handwriting is the same as the one I saw at Xitanshe, a very distinctive handwriting.
There's no time to rewrite the original; it's failed again. Corruption arises from a defiled soul. It seems it wasn't a coincidence that this woman was the one in the end. Since that doctor knows, it's necessary to make a trip. I'll set off immediately to find that girl.
Aoki must have arrived around the time he wrote this. Is this a notebook? Or a novel?
It's a diary—
Aoki tried to turn to the next page, but it was difficult; there seemed to be ink or something similar on the paper.
No, this is blood! The manuscript is stuck together with sticky blood. There seem to be some words written outside the margins on the second sheet of paper, barely legible.
What a terrible sow. Thanks to her, the manuscript I finally finished writing has been ruined again.
What?! How could this guy write something like this so casually?! Aoki felt a chill run down his spine. This place was dangerous; standing here any longer seemed like he'd freeze in place.
He opened the drawer. Inside was a ledger—no, more like a contact book—written in the same handwriting. Ah, this was the original copy of the register Toriguchi had obtained! Instead of fields for recording amounts, there were—
The misfortunes and disasters were recorded continuously. In tiny, densely packed characters. Even Kiyono's investigation paled in comparison. It felt so dense, almost sinister.
That's enough. I can't take it anymore. No, I never want to watch it again.
Aoki walked down the stairs. The pain had eased considerably.
Suddenly, he became concerned about the area downstairs. Did Kubo live in the garage area downstairs?
I searched for a power source in the room. It was pitch black; I couldn't see anything.
They didn't have the strength to open the iron gate.
We finally found it near the entrance.
Turning on the lights didn't make the room much brighter, but at least the view became wider.
--What's this
It was eerily quiet. Indeed, there were no undulations here. Only boxes, neatly stacked boxes.
There was no gap at all, just boxes—boxes, boxes, boxes, boxes—
box--
The entire wall was completely covered by boxes of all sizes.
Were all of these made by Terada?
It doesn't look like a finished product circulating in the market.
The evidence is that each box is tightly fitted together like an inlaid wooden craft, without any unevenness.
There was a box the size of a coffin in front of them.
Aoki hesitated whether to go in.
The place is filled with an atmosphere that is like a sanctuary.
—Who cares about any sacred domain, just invade!
Aoki went inside. He opened the lid. The paulownia wood lid wasn't very heavy. The box was filled with soil.
—What exactly happened?
Looking to his side, he saw four small boxes lined up next to the coffin. The dim light made it difficult for him to see them clearly.
Next to the box were many long, narrow boxes neatly stacked. Those were…
—A box used to hold hands and feet in place.
Without a doubt. Aoki remembered. Those were the same boxes used to hold hands and feet.
If that's the case, then these are—
Aoki opened the rightmost of the four boxes side by side.
Aoki again—
He lost consciousness again.
Inside the box was Kusumoto Yoriko, whose limbs had been severed.
It was tightly packed inside.
He wore a distressed expression as if he were still alive.
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Kusumoto Yoriko,
Was Nanamoto Yoriko killed?
—They claimed that "all the remains were found in the soil of the prisoner's own house."
"The fifth victim has been identified as Kusumoto Yoriko (14 years old), a junior high school student living in Koganei?"
"What's already confirmed!"
Kiba forcefully slammed the newspaper onto the ground.
He then kicked the ashtray away.
What are the police doing?! Are they all sleeping?
Is Chuzenji Temple just doing nothing, spending all its time holed up at home reading books?
These guys...
And I'm a complete idiot.
— In two more days, why can't it even last two more days?
A little girl slumped on the platform inside Musashi-Koganei Station.
The moonlight shines.
A month and a half has passed since that day.
Kiba recalled Kusumoto Yoriko's appearance and voice.
The girl cried a lot; she was an unpredictable girl, and you couldn't understand what she was saying at first glance.
—If it weren't for this incident, I would never have had any contact with this kind of person.
This is also a pre-arranged reconciliation (note).
Note: This refers to the doctrine of Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz, a 17th-century German philosopher. He believed that the world is composed of countless simple and unique monads based on cause and effect, and that all cause and effect are predetermined by the will of a supremely benevolent God.
Pre-arranged reconciliation? What a boring term. This isn't Chuzenji Temple; this kind of bullshit logic doesn't apply to Kiba. Go eat shit.
These loads of nonsense did absolutely nothing to help Kiba recall Raiko. That girl—
—That girl.
However, Kiba could not clearly recall Raiko's face; it always overlapped with Yuzuki Kanako's, and then with Yoko's.
Kiba regretted it; he should have looked at her face more closely.
There will never be another chance to see it.
The memories he could recall were so faint that the unbearable sense of loss drove Kiba to become violent once again.
Kiba picked up the newspaper. He looked at the headline.
It was the front page of the Lianhe Zaobao.
—The prisoner is a young and popular up-and-coming writer.
Where did this writer come from? Kiba's intuition tells him he wouldn't have noticed such a guy at all. Come to think of it, Chuzenji seems to have mentioned a strange young man. In any case, he must have appeared out of nowhere while Kiba was playing with those complicated and difficult concepts.
Intelligent, intellectual, rational, and possessing impeccable cleverness.
Each characteristic makes Kiba feel distant.
—Aren't there any more ordinary people?
—Only two days left, can I really endure it?
Kiba threw the newspaper away again.
Let's go, let's search. We can't just sit here obediently.
Only two days left. I must bring this matter to a close in two days.
Only two days left—
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Two days.