Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Similar faces, warm brown curly hair, shallow iris eyes, a luxurious kimono with traces of rain, and wet mud on the teeth of heavy clogs.

He stood behind the door, peeking at Reyo Tsushima's world through the narrow crack of the door, with a rigid smile on his face that was exactly the same as Reyo Tsushima's, in order to please the adults.

Rigid, phony, and disgusting.

Maybe it's the pull of the blood, maybe it's some kind of inexplicable fetter, maybe it's the loneliness and tranquility of the two souls that are similar.

At the first sight of seeing this person, Reo Tsushima knew who he was.

——Shuji Tsushima, his twin brother.

Tsushima Reo's face was still stained with the willow leaf-like sharp blood from Kanako's body. He looked up at Tsushima Shuji, with the wholehearted dependence he showed when facing Kanako.

Brother, why are you here?

Shuji Tsushima pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, maintaining a meaningless smile like a puppet on his face, and walked in front of Reo Tsushima.

"Lianyang, this is the first meeting for you." He bent down and reached out his hand to the child with dark pupils, "Don't be afraid, I am your brother, although it is a bit sudden...but let's play a game Bar."

Shuji Tsushima spoke in a peculiar way, with a soft tone and clear words, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.

Rei Tsushima was stunned for a moment, his eyes seemed to light up gradually, and he said happily, "Brother, do you want to play games with me?"

While saying this, he leaned forward, passed Kanako's wet corpse soaked in blood, and held Shuji Tsushima's white and healthy body with his thin and sickly hand that was still stained with blood. Never suffered palms.

"Okay." He responded crisply, with a smile without haze on his face that was still bruised with terror.

Shuji Tsushima used a little force, and easily pulled up Reo Tsushima, who was fluttering.

Telling Reo Tsushima to bypass Kanako's strange corpse and come to him, Shuji Tsushima pulled the sleeves of the wide kimono, patiently and meticulously wiping the blood on Reo Tsushima's face bit by bit.

Shuji Tsushima is much taller than Reyo Tsushima. The difference of about half a head makes them look less like twins born at the same time, and more like brothers who are one or two years apart.

Especially Shuji Tsushima's natural intimacy and meticulous care, showing a kind of maturity that is a little contrary to the appearance of a child.

"So from now on, we're going to start a game of hide and seek."

After wiping off the blood on that fair face, Shuji Tsushima reached out and stroked Reo Tsushima's long hair, combed the hair with his fingertips, and smoothed out every tangled and knotted place. Whisper softly, "Remember well, the rules of the game are very simple."

Reo Tsushima likes the feeling of being touched, the soft and warm touch will give him the illusion of being loved.

Hearing Shuji Tsushima's speech, he raised his head subconsciously, his eyeballs clearer than black pearls naturally revealed a radiance of trust, like a puppy, docile and cute, no matter how much he kicked, he would cry During the call, he staggered back hesitantly with scars all over his body, and looked at his master with wet eyes.

In such a sense of high position born of completely controlling another life, many people forget it.

No matter how docile a puppy is, it has sharp teeth that can tear throats.

Shuji Tsushima smiled, with pity and cherishment, "We are [sheep], and everyone except us is [wolf]."

"You must not be caught by [wolves]—that's the rule of this game." Shuji Tsushima looked at the ignorant and confused Reo Tsushima, "It's very simple."

Reyo Tsushima asked, "What will happen if you are caught?"

"—Maybe he will be executed or imprisoned. All in all, it won't end well." Shuji Tsushima frowned and thought for a while, then gave such an answer with a smile.

"It's scary..." Rei Tsushima shrank his shoulders, showing a little panic on his face. He clinged to his brother who made him feel close, and pressed his body tightly to Shuji Tsushima.

But just as usual, the black, negative, and unpleasant emotions didn’t last long in Reo Tsushima’s heart, and his interest in the game quickly overshadowed those trivial fears, “However, It sounds very interesting, if the game starts now, where are we going to hide, bro?"

The two words at the end were vaguely and cohesively spoken by Reo Tsushima, sweet like a baby.

"It's not us who need to hide." Shuji Tsushima said in the same unhurried tone, "It's Mrs. Kanako."

"Kanako?" Reo Tsushima glanced suspiciously at the horrific rope-shaped corpse on the ground, the same look she used to look at Kanako in the past, intimate and trusting.

He said, "But Kanako is out."

"No, Mrs. Kanako is not out." Shuji Tsushima spoke softly even in negative words, "It's better to say that Mrs. Kanako is the key to the game."

"Ms. Kanako is a ghost who can inform. We are hiding among wolves now. As long as we are not exposed, we will always be sheep in wolf's clothing. Among the huge number of wolves, no one can find our trace."

"But if there are ferocious wolves who find Mrs. Kanako and obtain the secrets she has about us, we will be caught by wolves, devoured by them, and become losers in this game."

"So," Shuji Tsushima paused for a moment, "as long as Mrs. Kanako is well hidden in a place where no one can find out, we can hide among [wolves] for a long time."

Reyo Tsushima looked at him, with the innocence in her eyes that belonged to a child, "But Kanako is so big, how can I hide it so that others won't find it?"

Shuji Tsushima smiled slightly.

"Does Lian Yang know?" His tone was very ordinary. "It has nothing to do with the external form. Sometimes, human beings just turn a blind eye to what is right in front of them."

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June [-], Metropolitan Police Department.

During the rainy season in Yokosuka City, the oppressive sky that is always full of haze is shrouded in golden sunshine for a long time.

After the rain, the road is always flooded with water, and the puddles covered with rough gravel lie quietly on their backs in the pits. The mirror-like calm water reflects the frowning majestic faces of middle-aged people rushing to their destinations. .

Araga Tengichiro is the chief of the only police department in this remote place. What troubles him, who is about to retire, is that a vicious murder has recently occurred in this small town that has always been peaceful and leisurely. event.

The original reporter was a man named Yugu Koichi. According to his own statement, he was the owner of a fish processing factory, because a worker he hired did not come to work for a week after the agreed leave time, so I asked people who knew him to visit him, but it turned out that there was no one at home, and the neighbors said that they hadn't seen this person recently.

"Although it is reasonable to say that nothing will happen to an adult male... But Uchimura has always been a very serious and honest person, and he will never leave without saying a word like this. Something must have happened to him, Please investigate carefully."

The operator, who was in a panic all day long, dutifully retrieved the identity information of a middle-aged man named Uchimura from the national information database.

"Kota Uchimura, 35 years old, works in a water processing plant, lives in Motoyoshi, relatives, wife Kanako Uchimura, 34 years old, and daughter Erina Uchimura, uh," the operator with thick glasses and severe astigmatism squeezed He moved his eyes closer to the computer screen, "I just drowned and died two weeks ago..."

There was an unidentified pity in the long tail.

"It's so pitiful. In this case, it's only natural that you don't feel like going to work."

Even though he thought so, he was also happy to find something to do for his colleagues who usually liked to make vulgar jokes.

So the operator pulled out a thin piece of paper from the printer that was almost out of ink, and covered Uchimura's life with only a few lines of ink, and handed it over to the policeman who was still making pornographic jokes the last second. member hands.

Later, according to the memories of the two police officers who became the first eyewitnesses, the case report stated the following:

[We found Neicun’s home according to the address recorded in the document. After knocking on the door, no one answered or opened the door. It was quiet inside, as if no one was at home. So we went to ask people who lived near Neicun’s home Residents, most of them said that the houses in the village looked like this these days, as if the couple had traveled far away.However, someone also mentioned that about a week ago, when the daughter of the Uchimura family just passed away, the house was always very noisy, with the sound of smashing, quarreling, and sometimes crying in the middle of the night. . ]

[Because we thought the situation was weird, we went to the landlord of the rented house of Uchimura's family, asked for the key, and opened the door...]

When writing this, the recorder annotated a paragraph in thin small characters on the margin: Because of the brutality of the case, the scene of the crime was horrific, the witnesses’ oral statements were incoherent, details were vague, and there were mistakes and omissions.

[...As soon as the door was opened, there was a strange smell that came out of the shop first, the stench of rotting blood mixed with the aroma of cooked meat, mixed with a faint smell of burnt and choking gas, we were overwhelmed by the strong smell The smell hurt his eyes, and he exited Uchimura's house immediately, opened the door to dry for a while, and then carefully covered his mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief and entered.

Hell on earth is nothing more than that.

There were filthy bloodstains and internal organs everywhere—the ceiling, walls, sofa, coffee table, dining table, and the outer wall of the kitchen. Every place visible to the naked eye was stained with a part of the dead body. The bloodstains were blooming like flowers, and the smell was a thousand times worse than the garbage dump, which made me suffocate and dizzy. I felt a little uncomfortable, so I turned around and wanted to ask Oda-kun to allow me to rest for a while, but I didn’t expect that Oda-kun would let me rest for a while. Jun has already vomited directly because of this tragedy-I am very sorry for burdening the colleagues in the criminal case department.

Oda-kun can no longer continue to investigate, and I also realize that this may not be a case that we can be responsible for, but out of a sense of responsibility, I suppressed my fear, bypassed the blood on the ground, and headed towards the place with the strongest smell—— —Go to the kitchen.The slide rail of the sliding door seemed to be rusted. I pulled hard twice, but failed to pull it open. In the end, I had no choice but to dismantle the whole door and put it aside.

As a result, the unbearable smell is indeed more intense.

But unexpectedly, unlike the miserable situation in the living room, the kitchen of Uchimura’s house was in good order, everything was tidy and clean, except for a small pot on the stove, which was still bubbling and filled the air. With the smell of cooked meat, the soup overflowed from the pot and ran along the body of the pot-I guess it may be that the overflowing soup drowned out the stove, which caused the suffocating gas smell in the room .

Holding my breath, I first opened all the locked windows of the kitchen one by one, and then lifted the lid of the pot to see the weird stew.

Then, I don't know whether to say that I had expected it or that I was mentally prepared. In short, at that moment, I felt a strange calm in my heart.

Inside is a pot of broth stewed. The fresh meat has been twisted into extremely fine minced meat. It is overcooked and has a gelatinous luster. A white eyeball floats on the top like a dot. With a burst of bubbles he turned his face and stared at me with his lifeless, dead pupils. ]