【Taizhong】The Aesthetics of Legs

Nan Mucun stood at the corner of the cordon holding a black umbrella, his face was black and blue, like a sculpture in the dark rain.Reporters from various newspapers and media not far behind him were holding umbrellas or wearing raincoats, not afraid of the heavy rain at all, trying to capture some favorable information through the layers of obstruction by the police.

"Officer Nan! Officer Nan! What do you think about the short time interval between the crimes?"

"Have the police made a preliminary list of suspects? Do you think the murderer has a history of mental illness? Should he be responsible for everything he did?"

"This is the sixth incident this month! Is Yokohama no longer safe now? Faced with the safety of the general public, should you take any measures?"

No matter when the news media's dog nose is sharp enough, as soon as he notified Agent Qiu on the front foot, these people flocked to him on the back foot.

"Officer Nan! About..."

To shut up.

"Officer Nan?"

To shut up.

"Officer Nan!"

"shut up!"

Nan Kimura's hands hanging by his legs were tightly clenched together, trembling angrily.

The police officer who came to inform him was taken aback by the other party's yelling, and the other party did not respond to the yelling several times just now. I don't know when he provoked the officer again: "Report, report, Officer Nan, Akiyo Miss, they have arrived."

He was answered by short breaths, Nan Mucun nodded, turned around, let the spotlight behind him flicker, and the water splashed on the soles rolled up the dirty soil.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the gray building outside the car window, and never thought that the crime scene this time was here, the place that carried his thousands of bad memories.

"It's really nostalgic." Osamu Dazai also nodded with emotion.

The location of the incident this time is a school.

"I wanted to ask a little bit before..." Qiu Daimei carefully steered the steering wheel to avoid the turbulent waves of reporters not far away, "Did you two know each other a long time ago?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes towards the sky, covered his eyes with his hands and did not speak.It was Osamu Dazai who patiently answered the other party: "Although I really don't want to admit it, Chuya and I did graduate from this school."

"Yes, is that so!?" Qiu Daimei opened her mouth slightly. Although she knew that Black Sheep had cooperated for a long time, she had never heard from Nanmu Village that they had been together since middle school.

Sure enough, there is a deep bond, Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakahara, she sincerely admires it in her heart.

"At that time, Zhong was a well-known school bully, and his family was a gangster. He was a completely bad boy."

"You don't have the right to say that about me. At that time, almost the entire campus was full of your ex-girlfriends. Isn't it a daily occurrence to be hunted down by your ex's ex?"

"Hey, has such a thing ever happened? I really can't remember something that is too long ago."

Zhongyuan Zhong also geared up his fists expressionlessly: "...Sure enough, let's hang you now."

Qiu Daimei parked the car numbly. Sure enough, let's forget about the deep bond. Now the two of them are seriously lacking in communication between normal people...

click.click.

The lens of the camera stretched and retracted in the rain, and the focus was on several people who came out of the car.

"Hey! Over there!" The policeman next to the blockade suddenly spotted the suspicious man wearing a baseball cap and pointed at him, "What are you doing! No photography is allowed here."

He quickly put the camera behind him and lowered the brim of his hat with the other hand.The coat was soaked, clinging to the curves of the muscles in his arms.

The police officer walked up to him and asked him loudly, "What did you take? Take it out and have a look?"

"It's nothing, okay, just curious." He replied weakly, quickly took a few steps back, and disappeared in the dark streets.

The sixth victim was a student at school.

Same as last time, as soon as Qiu Daimei and the others entered the campus dance room where the accident happened, the forensic medical personnel who were still nervously taking pictures and sampling immediately stopped their work and began to pack things in a hurry.

Nakahara Chuya had long been familiar with it, but Dazai Osamu showed a strange look, because Nakahara Chuya had been dispatched alone for the on-site investigation work before, so he rarely saw such an evacuation.

"Yuriko Shenqi, a sophomore in high school, is younger than the previous victims. She is the head of the school's dance troupe. She stayed in the school's dance room after school on the day of the incident to prepare for the next competition, but She didn’t come home all night, and the people from the dance troupe found her when they opened the door of the dance room the next day.” Standing behind Osamu Dazai, Nan Mucun took the initiative to reveal the information to Heiyang, although his expression was a little unhappy. "She was young and had black hair, and her legs were amputated after death, which fits the modus operandi of a leg-stealer. But..."

"But it's obviously different." Zhong Yuan also strode forward. He squatted down and looked at the object of "Magical Yuriko", squinting his eyes, "This time the other party's behavior is even worse."

Wonderful Yuriko was not completely naked. On the contrary, she was wearing a ballet performance costume with a white ribbon around her neck, and the raised wound inside could be vaguely seen, which was finely stitched up after death.

"It's hair." Osamu Dazai squatted next to him at some point, put on the white plastic gloves given by the forensic staff, and twisted a few hairs on the ground, "He used her hair as thread to suture the wound .”

This is a huge project. Hair is not as fragile and slippery as wool. Being able to suture wounds so tightly with hair requires not only skill but also patience.

Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly imagined the scene. After the murderer killed Shenqi, he hid in the dark dance room with her in his arms to escape the patrol. Because it was cloudy these days and there was no moonlight at night, he must have brought his own flashlight. And he was sewing stitch by stitch in the pale light...

There was a coolness around his neck, he turned his head and found that Osamu Dazai was withdrawing his hand from his neck, and his fingertips were picking up a few brown-red hairs.

"It's bad to pollute the crime scene." Osamu Dazai said innocently, "Do you want to go back?"

Nakahara also patted his outstretched hand away in disgust. Osamu Dazai must have imagined the scene he imagined just now - he can always see things that ordinary people can't see, but the other party can always behave so indifferently, This made him very angry.

Shen Qi's hands were not crossed in front of her chest as before, but held high above her head. The skin on her arms was cut into triangles by a sharp weapon, and then fixed with nails and turned outwards, revealing the red color inside. muscle texture.

"It's like dancing." Zhong Yuan was stunned, "And those on the arm are... feathers?"

"Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake." Osamu Dazai nodded, stood up, and walked to the door behind him. "It's the one Shenqi left to rehearse."

"The murderer completed this performance for her?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also stood up, wondering.

"No, he's insulting her." Osamu Dazai waved his hand and turned his head to the side. There was no wave in his eyes, and there was only deathly darkness.

"Although it's hard to explain, I can see these two words from everything he did to Yuriko Kanzaki, insult."

Not insulting with hate, but a more morbid feeling that the murderer was longing for something, longing for the transformation that Shenqi had done for him, so he dragged her into hell and tortured her soul.Such a strong emotion had never been seen in the previous cases.

Chuya, don't you think every serial killer targets only one victim?

When Osamu Dazai said these words, they were thinking hard about a case of dismemberment of a prostitute in an alley.

Are you out of your mind, Zhong Yuanzhong also wiped his gun barrel aside, and replied without raising his head, and now this bastard has killed five people.

"Not all of them, just one of them." Dazai Osamu turned sideways and put his hands on the back of the chair with a smile, "It's like a lottery candy for children."

Each victim is a candy, but among the many candies, only the one with the lottery ticket is what the children really want, and "she" is that lottery ticket.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped what he was doing. It's a very interesting metaphor, but I don't know why it makes people feel inexplicably uncomfortable when it comes out of your mouth.

Osamu Dazai nodded in a serious manner. I also feel that it is a pity for me to explain this theory to Chuya. It should be difficult to understand according to Chuya's slug-like IQ.

Although they inevitably fought again at that time, it is a wonderful fit to apply the theory at that time to the present.

If a serial killer suddenly 'personalizes' someone, then she's probably special.Obviously, Yuriko Shenqi is the "ticket".And what the prisoner did before was not warming up for the lottery, and the lottery would not be the first victim or the last.

All this is just the beginning.

There was a commotion at the door.

"I really, really don't know anything and it's none of my business!"

"We know you didn't do it. Think about it again, did you really not see any suspicious people entering and leaving the campus last night and this morning?" The investigator quickly recorded in a notepad with a slumped face.

The security guard on the campus rubbed his palms nervously, sweating profusely. When Osamu Dazai's eyes met his, he hurriedly lowered his head in fright.

Nakahara also noticed this side, and looked at the other party. He was about forty or fifty years old, with a strong body, and to a certain extent met the profile requirements of Osamu Dazai.However, both of them sighed in their hearts at the same time.

No motivation.

"I've said it many times and I really didn't see anyone! The supervision of this school is not strict! I am the only one on duty every night, and there are many students who can sneak in and steal things at night, let alone an adult! "

Nan Mucun, who was listening on the sidelines, finally couldn't help covering his head, and moaned exaggeratedly: "I really can't stand it, how is it possible! How could you not find such a fart place when you were patrolling!? Then Tell me who was the last person to leave yesterday!"

The security guard trembled from being yelled at by Nanmu Village, and his voice was more than half quiet: "Yes, it's a new trainee teacher."

"What's your name! Male and female!" Nan Mucun snatched the recorder's notebook with sparks in his eyes.

"It's a female, a female teacher." Before the security guard finished speaking, Nanmu Village threw the notebook back to the original investigator in frustration, and kicked the air hard. What the hell is going on? Girl, can the prisoner really fly?

"I'm not done yet..."

Aha, Nan Kimura waved his hand, the murderer could not be a woman, so he didn't bother to listen to worthless information.

"It's Ryoko Haraki."

Hearing this, Nakahara Nakahara caught his breath in his throat, patted his chest and began to cough, anyway, he never expected to hear this name at this time, Dazai Osamu glanced at him with a stiff expression, as if I remembered something.

This is not a pleasant memory, but the matter of Ryoko Haragi—that inexplicable kidnapping incident was indeed the opportunity for him and Osamu Dazai to meet for the first time.

TBC