Ghost of Tsushima

After tossing and tossing for a long time, the sun had already set, and Nakahara Nakaya went to the kitchen to pick up a piece of bread, put it in his mouth, and started wandering around the first floor.

For the time being, he doesn't want to deal with the ghost that suddenly went mad on the second floor, it feels like a traveler who is dying of thirst in the desert and suddenly sees the water droplets on the leaves.

But what's the use of that, Nakahara thought, the oasis is an illusion, and the unrealistic mirage will only drain the last trace of tenacity, making people abandon their reason and throw themselves into the embrace of quicksand.

Even if he helped Xiuzhi get more information in a way that was close to self-harm, they still couldn't open that door——the door symbolizing the "brain" is the same as the door symbolizing the "heart", and perhaps there is no information from the outside at all. method of entry.In other words, it is the "heart" and "brain" of the ghost named Xiuzhi. If Xiuzhi himself did not want to open his heart and mind, he would never be able to get the answer he wanted.

A search of the kitchen did not find any valuable clues, although Xiu Zhi didn't seem to like it very much.

But it's also strange, just now he turned around and found that there was no broken window glass, only the kitchen, it can be said that there is not a single complete glass window, and the white curtains were blown in and pulled out by the wind. It really fits the spirit of the haunted house.

"It really sucks."

Zhong Yuanzhong also muttered softly, walked around the first floor and returned to the living room.

He had simply searched the living room just now. Apart from the photo of the three of them, on the shelf were a few old newspapers that were piled up in a mess. The paper was black and yellow, and Zhongyuan Zhong also reckoned that they could be sent directly to the museum for preservation. Woke up.

He took the photo of the three of them out of the frame, and there was still a line of upside-down words on the top of the back.

Chuya Nakahara read softly: "25 years old in summer, filming with my friends Sakunosuke Oda and Ango Sakaguchi at Lupin bar."

Oda Sakunosuke, this must be his good friend.Nakahara Chuya thought, Karasawa Yuko's letter said that he had heard that Shuji had lost his lover, so he wrote to Oda Sakunosuke to tell him about it. At that time, Karasawa Yuko was no longer Shuji's neighbor. It is not immediately known that Xiuzhi lost his lover, but it seems that Oda Sakunosuke learned about it through a letter from Karasawa Yuko, which means that he was not with Xiuzhi at that time either.

Nakahara Zhong also stroked his chin and meditated on the empty living room.

The group photo of the three was taken when Shuji was 25 years old, and the single photo of Oda Sakunosuke was taken when Shuji was 28 years old. It is very likely that Shuji's lover died between the age of 25 and 28.

Nakahara also put the photo back on the shelf.

This conjecture still seems rash, but with the current poor clues, it is better to speculate a little bit than nothing.

He was thinking about whether to lift the carpet to check, when his corner of the eye suddenly caught sight of a sudden dark mark on the shelf.

The shelf is a light yellow wooden shelf. Although the original color can no longer be seen after so many years of dust and mold, the color will not be one degree darker than the surrounding ones for no reason.

It's just that the dark trace is on the upper shelf, and Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't see it even if he stood on tiptoe. In the end, he brought a chair from the kitchen. When he stepped on it, it creaked, and Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped on the old chair. Yoyo, afraid that the chair would collapse and she would fall off.

It wasn't until he finally stood still on the shelf that he realized that the dark mark was connected with a mess of crumpled waste paper. It seemed that some liquid was wiped with newspaper and then thrown directly on the shelf, causing the liquid to wash the wood again. The shelf was stained wet, and only after drying did there appear such a dark mark.

Sloppy.

Zhongyuan Zhong also complained silently in his heart, the garbage is not thrown into the trash can and thrown on the shelf, is this a human thing?

He leaned on the shelf and jumped off the chair cautiously. There was still no movement on the second floor, and Shuzhi didn't suddenly appear from nowhere to stare at him.

It seems that he is still going crazy and depressed, Zhongya Zhong also thought, this is indeed a very troublesome thing, but unexpectedly it makes sense, Xiu Zhi also has a heart and a brain, just like human beings, he refuses to easily reveal his thoughts and psychology to outsiders, even He couldn't see it himself.

A ghost who has lost the past is eager to find the memory and get the future. Obviously his existence is no longer limited by time, but he still wants to find those things that have been exhausted by time, and once again invest in life and death. , One ebbs and another ebbs and flows in the long river.

In the final analysis, although he is a ghost now, loathing the world, and even wants to become a bird in reincarnation, he is still a human being, longing for all kinds of emotions, longing for and fearing losing.

What an idiot, isn't this exactly the same as a human being? Nakahara Nakata glanced towards the second floor, lowered his head and pulled the carpet to the side.

There was a big stain under the rug, dark, like the stain on the shelf.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held his breath to prevent inhalation of dust, and turned the carpet over.

Dust floated up profusely.

He was thankful that he had already finished eating the bread, otherwise he would just eat ashes after this bite and he would be full.

There was also a large dark stain on the back of the carpet, which was dry and agglomerated, and Zhongyuan even pinched a brown glass shard from the fluff on the back of the carpet.

This...is a bit scary.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held the shard of glass and straightened his waist, twitching the corner of his mouth at the mess after the carpet was lifted.

Why did it suddenly feel like a murder scene?

Kill people, throw away corpses, clean up the scene, and cover up the blood.

So that stupid guy upstairs who occasionally gets crazy is actually a murderer?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also terrified by the conclusion he had drawn, feeling the cool breeze on the back of his neck, and goosebumps arose.

He subconsciously turned around, and saw Xiu Zhi standing behind him, his kite-colored eyes glanced at the mess in the living room, and then his eyes stopped on his face, staring at him expressionlessly.

"What did you find?"

"You killed someone?"

The two spoke in unison, and then stared at each other strangely.

Xiu Zhi made no effort to hide his disgust, his face wrinkled like a rag.

"I think I should be considered a law-abiding citizen when I am alive. Why did I kill someone?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt very speechless about his outspokenness, even if he thought Xiuzhi was a murderer, he couldn't say it out, if he really was a murderer and wanted to kill himself, wouldn't this be a shock?

Even so, he turned sideways and pointed to the large mark on the ground and said to Xiu Zhi, "Doesn't this look like blood?"

Xiu Zhi pointed at the mess on the ground and widened his eyes: "Can you prove that this is blood? I also said it looks like a bottle of red wine was smashed."

"That's right," Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that there was some truth in what he said, but there was still something wrong, "I just found a piece of broken glass from the back of the carpet. It really looks like it was smashed when you said that. The wine bottle fell... But you can also use a wine bottle to break someone's head and beat them to death, are you sure that the stains on the floor are not mixed with other people's blood?"

"I'm sure? I don't remember anything and you asked me to be sure?" Xiu Zhi was so angry that he almost laughed, "If I can come across something right now, I will copy it and hit you on the head. Are you delusional? Can you say something reliable? words?"

Nakahara Chuya raised his eyebrows and scolded back mercilessly: "Stop farting, a guy who doesn't remember anything has no right to mock others."

"You should know that you have a lover who died before you?" Nakahara Zhong also looked at Xiuzhi's slightly relaxed face, and decided to give him a serious vaccination, "I don't mean anything else, just for the time being Just to ask."

"Didn't it say in the letter just now that my lover died, and the neighbor who moved away told my friend about it, and my friend said that he would come to live with me."

Xiu Zhi replied blankly: "I don't think I will kill my lover."

"And it's your duty, right? You don't seem to have the right to question me," Xiuzhi said, pointing at Nakahara Nakaya with his index finger, "Even if I killed someone, I don't remember anything now. You have to help me think about it." Get up, what is the motive, what is the murder weapon, who is the deceased, and how did I kill the other party."

In the dim twilight, a person and a ghost just looked at each other like this, and Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the faint white light around Xiuzhi's figure became more obvious after the sky darkened. As for Xiuzhi, Chuya Nakahara can leave here as long as he is responsible for helping him retrieve his memory.

"Okay," Nakahara Zhongya finally compromised first, "We won't talk about it, anyway, you'll know what's going on when you think about it later, I'm going to get a flashlight now, and then we'll sort out the clues I'm going to rest soon."

As he said that, Nakahara Chuya walked lightly past Xiuzhi, stepped on the creaking floor, and went to the kitchen to get a flashlight.There are some things that he really doesn't need to delve too deeply into. After all, he just needs to help the other party retrieve the memory. As for what kind of memory it is, what kind of cause it has, and what the ending is, it's not something he should care about.

It's just that he didn't notice that Xiu Zhi was standing at the door of the living room and looking at him, staring at him all the way to the restaurant with dim eyes, wrapped in the gradually deepening night, until all the subtle expressions could no longer be seen clearly.

"Tsk." Xiu Zhi pressed his head with one hand and shook his head vigorously a few times.

"very noisy."