Short Story "Light and Shadow"

7,

When Hanekawa walked out of the police station, the sky was glowing with clear light.After a lapse of one year, the vicious explosion finally came to an end at this moment.She looked at her bruised arm, where she had struggled.Matsumoto fell from a tall 6-story building in front of him and was directly fatal.

The walls of the auditorium were successfully demolished under the control of the blasting team.Except for the small bomb in the studio which injured a few students, it did not cause too many casualties.She touched her wound and took a breath.The long white dress fluttered in the wind, as lifeless as her pale face.

It has been almost half a month since the last incident.

Everything has been resolved.

She no longer has to worry about it, and she no longer has to open the window every day to see the reflective monitor on the opposite side.She walked in the direction of the house, and the rest of the toilet was cleaned up by her.

It feels really good not to worry.

She went home and tidied her husband's shoes carefully.It was freezing cold in the room. I opened the refrigerator and poured ice water into my stomach.She curled up on the ground and sucked her nose.As a witness, Ryosuke has been protected by the police, and no one was allowed to visit until today. She looked at the clock on the table and felt that the time seemed to be about the same.

Then, the phone rang.

……

……

The empty World Trade Center looked like a gutted corpse in the dark.Ryosuke stood in the empty building, the old shopping mall was renovated, and the floor was full of messy plastic sheeting and the smell of paint.

He walked very slowly, and the stitches had not been removed from the wound on his back.If he could cry out the pain, he would definitely knock on the mirror and scold the other party without hesitation, why did he use such a difficult movement to sneak into the World Trade Center before the stitches were removed on his wound.

He looked at Fujiichi in the mirror, the same as the first time.The other party's face began to look surprisingly bad.He squeezed the edge of the mirror hard.

"Can you hold on?"

"..." He saw the person in the mirror in his hand nodding, his lung injury made him unable to speak loudly.But he was more worried about Fujiichi in the mirror than himself.

Tengyi's recent state is particularly poor, and most of the time he is in a state of drowsiness.That explosion was like an opportunity that opened a hole in Toichi's memory.Most of the time he could only watch Teng Yi curl up in pain.If the price of getting the memory back is disappearance and pain, why not just stay by your side?He didn't say it.

Some things have already had a general idea in my mind.When did an extra □□ come out? It was too obvious a target.When he saw Matsumoto falling down the stairs at the moment before he fell into a coma, he seemed to have caught something.It's just that the thing was too thin and too sharp, which made him shudder.

"Take me to the World Trade Center."

"it is good."

……

Fujiichi stood in the black glass surface illuminated by the moonlight not far away.Tilting his head slightly, the moonlight dyed his face cold white.He looked around at everything with strange and quiet eyes.It's like a king inspecting his own tomb that is about to be cast.Then, intense pain began to eat away at his brain.

——Something that frightened me must have happened in that building.

—But anyway, I beg you one thing.leave me alone.

Ryosuke watched the other party gradually kneeling on the ground in pain.He clenched his fists hard and made a call.He closed his eyes and imagined that a year ago, the flames engulfed this floor.The fleeing crowd frantically passed by him, with cries, struggles, and the creaking of pillars breaking, mixed with shattered glass that grazed his cheeks and pierced his eardrums.

"Hello, Hanekawa-sensei."

"Liangjie, what's the matter." The other party's voice was still gentle.

"I want to ask you something."

"I'm coming to see you in two hours, why don't you say something in person."

"No, just over the phone."

"I've always been very surprised. When I was investigating Matsumoto, I looked through the teachers' files in the whole school. But I didn't see the teacher's name alone." The recording button on the phone flashed, and he approached the mirror, and Fujiichi The person curled up on the ground.He put his head on the mirror and said slowly, "The teacher's full name is Yu Chuan Hui, right?"

"..." There was only a light breathing sound on the other end of the phone.

"I thought it was weird at the time. But I suddenly remembered today. I did not find the name of Mr. Yu Chuan, but I found something similar." Seeing Yuxi's painful expression, he gritted his teeth, "Mr. Han Chuan .I wonder where your husband is now?"

"..."

"Mr. Sato Hui, can you tell me where your husband Sato Kazuya is now?"

There was no response from the other end of the phone, only the sound of quick footsteps.

"...Heh..." It was gloomy like the wind blowing through ancient corpses.The other party was breathing quickly and seemed to be laughing. "It's in the soil. It was buried in the soil along with the explosion."

'My husband, Kazuya Sato, who was one of the three suspects in the bombing, died in the ambulance before being seriously injured and taken to the hospital.Are you satisfied with this answer, Ryosuke-kun? "

There was a sound of heavy footsteps behind her, the screen's blue light shone on Yu Chuan's face, she stood in a white dress in the night, her face was covered with strange shadows: "Ryosuke, it's wrong to escape from the hospital without recovering from your injury. Your mother called me just this afternoon. I'll take you home."

The gunshot exploded in the air and brushed Ryosuke's body; the huge black glass exploded, and Yuki's curled up body disappeared into countless fragments.

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--escape!

The body frantically fled towards the stairs, and the exploding glass penetrated into his lungs from behind, and now the wound on his body is very likely to rupture under the violent exercise.Running staggeringly, he tried his best to run in multiple ways, but the speed was surprisingly slow.

Hanekawa behind him didn't hang up the phone.Her voice came from the phone softly, but with a piercing chill.Her footsteps hovered above Liangjie's head, once and for all, like death knocking on the door. "Hey, Ryosuke, run quickly. Just like before. Otherwise, I'll push you downstairs again."

A fishy smell choked out of his lungs, Asakawa Ryosuke tried to call for help, but his mouth was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

"The explosion a year ago... because of insufficient evidence, all the suspects were acquitted. Only Matsumoto really had doubts about me and my husband back then. But Ryosuke, you say, Kazuya is dead Already! Let him go clean, follow me, watch me... Matsumoto really... him! He should be damned!" She made a sound that was almost insane, and then suddenly froze like a broken tape.

"Hey, Ryosuke." She replied with that gentle voice.Ryosuke just felt dizzy, he never thought that the other party would find him.The record button on the phone blinked.He had planned to turn over the recording to the police overnight.But now...

... In the darkness, he stepped out, and he rolled down the stairs all by himself.Severe pain in the back.

"Ryosuke, actually I don't want to kill you. You are very similar to Kazuya, calm, smart, and pure enough. But you were the only witness back then. The only one who saw my husband clearly. How do you want me to let go Have you?" The other party's voice was like a cold snake letter gently sweeping Ryosuke's neck.

Everything went through clearly in the brain.He looked up, and Hanekawa stuck his head out from the high floor, watching him through the gap in the stairs.Thick soles echoed horribly on the porcelain steps.Ryosuke watched her head drop a little bit along the handrail.

"Ryosuke, I've always been curious—you were seriously injured when you were hit by the explosion, why you were still alive after being pushed down the stairs by me." She whispered into the phone, like someone telling a story to a child. Mother. "Actually, when I saw you for the first time three months ago, I was really scared. How could someone who was supposed to die come back to life? You even became my new student."

Ryosuke's brain was so clear for the first time.The pain in the back has already made the body numb.He wasn't there when the blast happened a year ago.

- The police are not omnipotent.

——It is the most important thing for children to protect themselves.

It turned out that the person staring at him on the stairs was Matsumoto Makoto, and the one who ran down the stairs was Yu Chuanhui. ——The man with the peaked cap.He thought of the red mark on the tip of Hanekawa's nose when he saw him that night, it was left behind by deliberately wearing an inappropriate peaked cap and sunglasses to remind himself of the explosion.Hanekawa simply invited himself to the building to confirm his reaction.

After Matsumoto left, Hanekawa's call to himself was to lead him to the broadcasting room to inform the personnel to evacuate.Otherwise, why not choose to install it in a square, but why install it in a broadcasting room where there are no people.

He was deceived, from the very beginning, he was drawn into the net by Hanekawa, and became his knife to eradicate Matsumoto.

...He turned his head to look at Fujiichi who was staring at him in the mirror.The other party covered his head in pain and beat the mirror hard.

"Run away!! Go to the hospital!! Go to the United Hospital next door! Quick!!!"

Ryosuke Asakawa's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and got up, the gunshot above his head hit the steps, he staggered, his phone fell down the stairs and shattered.