The other side of the perfect world

#17 Concert

"Hey Makishima, this is where I live, not your cloakroom!"

Cunningly brushed his teeth while staring, while Makishima on the opposite side turned a blind eye and continued to fiddle with the courier he had just received——

Clothes - not just one, but a bunch of clothes, including coats, sweaters, shirts, T-shirts, jeans, slacks, etc., and a wool hat in a fancy style.

These are all the orders he placed on the shopping website a few days ago, and they were only delivered today.

"I don't even know that you are a shopaholic?"

After brushing his teeth, Qiao Nian, who was wiping his mouth, frowned and asked.The towels he uses now are both his own and Makishima's. Because he lives alone, he only prepares a face towel, and it doesn't matter when it needs to be changed. After all, drying with modern technology is a blink of an eye.

"I have very high requirements for dressing, not like so-and-so."

"Who is this so-and-so referring to?"

With a cunning sound, he walked up to Makishima and lowered his gaze to admire the fashions all over the floor.I have to admit that Makishima's taste is really good. These clothes are fashionable, elegant, simple, casual, everything you need, and you can imagine that wearing these clothes on Makishima is definitely better than putting them as decorations in the store Come worthwhile.

Taking off the most photographed white T-shirt on her body, Makishima's white and lean upper body was exposed.

"Hey you……"

Cunning couldn't help clicking his tongue, and wanted to turn his face away but felt that this overreaction was even more unnatural.Speaking of which, it's not like he hasn't seen Makishima naked before. He accidentally broke into Makishima when it was raining before, but, for some reason, now just seeing the naked upper body makes his blood flow backwards. Feel.

Am I... being tempted?

There are mixed feelings in his heart, but he must not let his panic be seen through.

"Hey Makishima, can you stop trying on clothes here?!"

"why?"

Wearing a white shirt with a stand-up collar and a light pink rabbit fleece sweater, Makishima smiled satisfied with his attire.

"You're in the way...I still have work to do and don't want to be distracted by you."

Kouchi glanced at Makishima, although his attitude was as bad as ever, but his heart was involuntarily attracted——

It's really...beautiful...

It's not handsome or handsome, but it simply makes the cunning feel fascinated by seeing beautiful things, just like seeing "Venus" in a sculpture gallery, or seeing "Mona Lisa" in a gallery .

Sure enough, compared to dark colors, light colors can better bring out Makishima's introverted temperament like an ancient saint.

"Oh? You'll be distracted by me changing clothes...that's really an interesting statement!"

"you……"

A terrifying expression that could scare a kindergarten child into tears appeared on the face of the cunning, but Makishima continued to try on all kinds of clothes on his own, like a fashion model about to go on a catwalk.

Reluctantly curling his lips, Qiao Nian felt that unless he really fought with Makishima, no matter what he said, it would be the effect of punching the cotton with his fist.Giving up on persuading or intimidating Makishima, he sat down at the small wooden table and turned on his laptop.

"Could something happen again?"

Putting on a snow-white long wool coat with horns and buttons, Makishima took a picture in front of the only mirror in the room.

"It's true that there were incidents, but it's hard to say if it wasn't man-made."

"What do you mean?"

Twisting his upper body, his deep golden pupils stared at Qiao Nian's face half covered by the computer screen.

"That's what I mean……"

Rotate the notebook 180° so that the screen is aimed at Makishima, and at the same time turn the volume to the maximum——

"Yamada Reiko, 47 years old, the wife of the president of Zeus Group, committed suicide by jumping from the top floor of Zeus Royal Hotel around [-]:[-] this morning. This is the sixth suicide incident in the Shibuya area this month. The Criminal Division of the Public Security Bureau An investigation is underway on this…”

"Oh, it's just suicide, isn't it?"

Listening to the news from the computer, Makishima said slowly, in fact, he didn't think this incident was really a suicide at all.

"Even if Japan is a country with a high suicide rate, six suicides a month are still in the same area, isn't it too unusual?"

"So, do you have any proof?"

"Evidence... no..."

The broad hand clapped the top of the monitor, and the gnawing voice was full of powerlessness.

"Among the six suicides, age, gender, identity, working environment... nothing can be found in common. If it is really a homicide, I am afraid it is an indiscriminate homicide."

"However, there are witnesses, right? Otherwise, the news wouldn't say that it was a suicide."

Nodding his head, Qiao Nian's face suddenly seemed to have drifted over a large group of dark clouds, as if a storm was about to fall.

"You're right, that's the trouble! It's true that someone saw Reiko Yamada jumping off the top floor by herself, so I'm not sure if it was artificial..."

"Ha ha……"

Hearing this, Makishima smiled, turned to face Kou, put his hands in the pockets of his coat, his leisurely look was in stark contrast to Kou who sat in front of the computer with a tangled face.

"Although you say that you are not sure that this is a man-made incident, in fact, you have already regarded him as a man-made incident in your heart, haven't you?"

"Yeah... this time it can also be said to be the intuition of the beast!"

Standing up, Qiao Nian walked towards Makishima, step by step, and finally stopped when he was less than half a step away from Makishima.

Two people, looking at each other.

The same height, opposite aura, forced the whole room to tremble nervously.The air seemed to be mercilessly compressed, and everything inside was like vacuum food, under tremendous pressure.

"I have a feeling that something bad is going on in this city..."

"You want to say... this bad thing has something to do with me?"

"I don't know...but if I say it has nothing to do with you, I'm afraid I can't even convince myself."

"That's right, don't talk about you, even I don't believe it."

"Makishima!"

"Hey cunning... If I really did all these bad things, what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do..."

At the same time as the voice fell, Sly raised his arms——

The cold metal suddenly touched the center of the eyebrows, even if Makishima was blind, he knew that it was a gun.

The real value of the goods does not need to obey the command of the Sibyl system, and does not need to rely on the judgment of the crime coefficient. It only needs bullets and the power to pull the trigger, that's all.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"That's right..."

The crisp decision only got the other party's unpredictable smile - Makishima Seigo, this man is not afraid of death.At least from the point of view of Kou, Makishima is not afraid of dying at his hands.

Am I... am I being trusted by this guy?

"Makishima, if I finally find out that you are behind the scenes in the events that have happened or are about to happen, then I will kill you...but not now."

Putting down the gun, Kouchi turned around and gave Makishima a fierce look.

For a moment, Makishima had the illusion of being hit in the heart by an ice pick. This pain made him tremble and excited.

I'm looking forward to it... How will I be killed by you this time...

The smile on his face became thicker, like unmelted syrup, so sweet that it made people indigestion.

"Speaking of which, I've heard the terrible ultimatum, can I ask what's the recipe for breakfast today?"

"Just after being threatened by me, you are still in the mood to eat. Should I say that your mental quality is too good, or are you rough?"

After finishing speaking with a wry smile, Sly took out two hamburger-shaped things from the refrigerator and put them in the microwave.In less than 1 minute, only a ding sound was heard, and the heating was completed.

"Give……"

Passing the hamburger to Makishima, he continued: "You don't like meat and eggs, do you? So I bought you a vegetable burger, and I added a few extra slices of tomato."

"Thank you so much."

It's true that Makishima doesn't like meat and eggs, but he has a special fondness for tomatoes, but the question is, how does Kou know about his preferences?

His soft eyes swept over that meticulous face, and he didn't ask, it's quite pleasant to keep a sense of mystery once in a while.

He took off his coat and sat side by side with Sly in front of the computer. He continued to watch the news while eating a hamburger—the report on the suicide incident just now continued.

"Reiko is usually a very cheerful person, how could..."

"I really didn't expect my wife to commit suicide... It's because I was too busy with work and neglected her."

"I don't know what's going on... She went to the concert happily that afternoon!"

The pupils contracted suddenly, as if being pricked by a needle, and the hamburger delivered to his mouth stopped just like that—Makishima fell into thought.

Noticing the abnormality of the people around him, Sniper stuffed the rest of the hamburger into his mouth and chewed casually a few times.

"What's wrong? Did you find any problems?"

"No……"

The words on the mouth were completely inconsistent with the expression on the face, for Makishima's usual low-key, Kouya didn't mind.He believes that Makishima will naturally tell him when he wants to say something. In this sense, he also has a considerable degree of trust in Makishima.

Taking out the mobile terminal, Makishima clicked on the gift given to him by the mysterious "teacher" earlier - two electronic tickets.

"Is there a concert..."

Mumbling to himself, Makishima put away the mobile terminal, turned his head and asked Kou: "The other five incidents... Could it be that those people also committed suicide after listening to the concert?"

"Huh? Concert?"

The jumping speed was a bit big, and the cunning could not understand what he heard.

"I don't know about this. There was no interview with relatives and friends of the deceased in the previous report."

"Let's find out, if that's the case, then the six suicides don't have nothing in common."

"what do you mean……"

Sword eyebrows were furrowed, and the cunning quickly shut down the news, and began to collect information in various ways.And during this time, Makishima finally ate up the cold hamburger, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick his upper lip.

"This is it!"

Suddenly, Koujima's cry full of surprise rang out, shaking Makishima's ears sorely.

"This month's No.1 suicide, Akira Fujino, died at ten o'clock in the evening, and went to the piano concert at six o'clock in the afternoon; the No.2 suicide, Eto Naha, died at two o'clock in the morning, and also went to After listening to the piano concert, as well as Honda Soma, Sano Reiko, Aoki Ai, and this time, Yamada Reiko, all of them committed suicide after listening to the piano concert.”

"Whose concert is it?"

Makishima asked calmly, knowing the name well.

"Let me see... it's called... Haru Hasegawa."

With a slight smile on his thin lips, Makishima finally understood the purpose of that "teacher" who gave him the concert tickets.

This is not a gift, it is simply a death coupon.

"Hasegawa Haru, 24 years old, is known as the Chopin of the new century... It is said that there was an incident of turbidity in the hue and he was hunted down by the police station. Later, the hue inspection proved that there was no turbidity. Recently, he created the famous song "Double" "Spiral" has doubled in popularity and is currently the most popular pianist in Japan."

Cunningly reading the introduction on the encyclopedia, something visibly shaken in the depths of his black pupils.

The hue was muddy... It was later confirmed that there was no problem... It was as if he had suddenly obtained the physique of exoneration.

Boldly making guesses in his heart, he unconsciously looked at Makishima.

"Even if you see a hole in my face, you won't know what happened to Hasegawa Haru."

Makishima teased with a smile, "To be alive is not to breathe, but to act."

"Really, then what are you going to do?"

Hearing Qiao Yao's question, he raised his chin slightly, tilted his head, and tilted his beautiful golden pupils to the corners of his eyes.

Following this somewhat elusive gaze, Cunning noticed something hanging in the corner—one black and one white, two sets of tuxedos.