【Taizhong】The Aesthetics of Legs

There was the sound of the doorknob turning.

"who is it?"

Yuriko Kanzaki put down her raised legs and turned around suspiciously.Her beautiful back and the empty dance room were reflected in the mirror wall. The sky was getting dark, and both the floor and the people were all branded with livid purple.

A silence.

"Illusion..." She wiped the sweat from her brow, untied the coiled hair tie as she walked towards her schoolbag, and her black hair fell down.

The door squeaked open, and Yuriko Kanzaki paused.

"Is anyone there?" She turned around suddenly, and took a few steps forward tentatively. The corridor outside the door was already pitch black. She was so engrossed in the practice that she forgot to turn on the light. "It's the patrolling uncle." ?"

No one answered, but she vaguely felt a trace of uneasiness, as if someone was hiding in the invisible darkness.

"Please...please come out, don't hide and hide!" Her lips were trembling, she stepped back to her schoolbag step by step, and then frantically searched for her phone.

Suddenly her mouth was covered, and the hand holding the mobile phone was caught in the air. There was a heavy panting sound from behind, mixed with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and Yuriko Kamiki burst into tears.

The distress item in his hand fell to the ground, and the covered mouth was released, replaced by a cold thing, pressing against his neck.

She breathed heavily and cried: "Please, please, I promise you whatever you want, don't kill me."

A white light flickered at the door, and the patrolling guard saw the half-open door of the dance studio, and knocked on the door in doubt: "Shen Qi, are you still practicing?"

The dark dance room was empty.

Yuriko Shenqi was tightly covered her mouth, curled up in a corner, tears of fear flowed freely.

"Shh~" the man whispered in her ear.

The guard yelled a few times, but no one responded, then scratched his head in distress: "What, why didn't you lock the door when you left."

【help me. 】

The man behind him seemed to be excited because the goal was about to be achieved, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

【help me. 】

"Hey, next time I have to remind those students well." With a click, the door was locked tightly from the outside.

【help me. 】

When Osamu Dazai woke up from the table, the rain outside the window had already lightened a lot.

"It's a good thing you can fall asleep in this situation." Nakahara Zhongya propped his head on one hand, sitting not far from him, with a cigarette in his hand.

Flames danced in the dimly lit classroom.

Osamu Dazai blinked: "Miss Akiyo and the others?"

"They have their work to do, we have our work to do."

"Chuya." Osamu Dazai rubbed his hair and paused, "I had a dream."

"Anyway, it's all kinds of dreams of dying for love with women." Zhongyuan Zhong also took off his hat and put it on his lap, flicking the non-existent dust on it impatiently.

Osamu Dazai smiled, noncommittal.

Looking at Dazai Osamu's face, Nakahara was silent for some reason, and took a puff of cigarette sullenly: "Since you're awake, go back, there's nothing to see here anymore."

Osamu Dazai glanced at him without moving: "You are in a bad mood, you."

Still as obnoxiously sharp as ever.Nakahara Chuya exerted a little force with his fingertips, and he folded the cigarette in half.

"Slightly, I remembered something unpleasant."

Although he had a premonition when he first saw this place, his memory, like poisonous gas, slowly eroded his nerves, and many things he thought he had forgotten gradually became clear, especially after the name Ryoko Araki appeared. Many things that I don't want to recall come up like a flood that bursts a dam, subject to family memories, the shame of being trampled underfoot, and—the moment when I passed this guy in front of the office door. That nonchalant smile.

"Would you mind giving me a cigarette?" Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand towards Nakahara Nakaya, Nakahara Nakaya was also a little surprised, Dazai seldom made such a request, he thought of the "No Smoking" notice posted outside the classroom, and suddenly It's a little funny.

Neither in the past nor in the present, the two of them have never been a rule-abiding existence.

When they lit the cigarette, they got very close, and the sight of the flame jumping in Dazai's eyes was very strange.Breathing out a puff of smoke, Osamu Dazai slammed his head heavily on the table, lamenting, "I really want to die."

Zhongyuan Zhongye's forehead twitched, he pretended he didn't hear it.

Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his head, showing an expression of indescribable horror.

"I thought Chuya would definitely say something like 'then go to hell'. Today is so abnormal that I feel goosebumps. No, the blood is going to flow back..."

"So you should die for me." Nakahara Nakahara pressed Dazai Osamu's head heavily on the table, while listening to the other party shouting "The neck is about to break" while relaxing his strength little by little.

Although this guy can't die, he definitely can't die, before this case is over, before they end their partnership...

As a result, no clues about the murderer were found in the sixth case.

No sightings!No hairs!No fingerprints!Nothing at all!Is he a transparent person!For this, Nanmu Village lost his temper greatly at the police station.

Fortunately, there was no so-called seventh incident in the following period of time, and the media gradually turned their attention to other incidents, and everything seemed to have calmed down.

"That's the end?" Zhongya Nakahara made another trip to the prison to find Osamu Dazai, "The murderer just killed the person I always wanted to kill the most and then disappeared?"

"Kamiki Yuriko is definitely not the last one." Osamu Dazai was still sitting on the sofa in the reception room, reading his "Complete Suicide Manual" while spinning his pen in boredom, "Although she is very special."

Mori Ogai has not yet issued an order to "abandon the case", so for them, the investigation of this case still needs to continue, and Zhongyuan Zhong does not want to just end it like this.

"Ms. Akiyo called a few days ago to say that Shenqi's autopsy report came out, and the serotonin in the wound on her arm was increased, which was much higher than free histamine. That is to say, Shenqi was alive. She was cut and nailed, and finally died of excessive blood loss from her legs." Osamu Dazai stopped writing, "He is torturing her, Chuya, and in previous cases, the knife in the throat was used as the fatal injury. After the opponent dies, the body will be dismembered."

"Isn't this exactly corresponding to Shenqi's particularity?" Nakahara Chuya folded his arms around his chest.

"In the first case, the body was found in a hidden alley, and in the second case, it was in the woods of a park where anyone might pass by." Osamu Dazai leaned forward slightly, "while the Yokohama TTOL branch The corpse case was first called because of the second case. From concealment to publicity, the psychological changes are worth pondering, and you can see here."

Osamu Dazai spread out the documents on the table, and his slender fingers ran across the photos of the six victims: "What do you think is different?"

On the far left is the first victim named Yoko Akitsu, a female college student.Discord with his parents, long-term haunts of bars, disappeared on Saturday night, a middle-aged man who recycled waste found a week later in a garbage push in the alley.At that time, it was already the day after the second case, and the continuous high temperature for a while made the preservation of the corpse very poor, and the original appearance could not be seen at all, with maggots and flies everywhere.

The murderer cleverly used the smell of the garbage dump itself to cover up the smell of the corpse, which played a role in delaying the discovery.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "The hand is reversed."

Except for Yuriko Shenqi, all the victims in the first five cases had their hands folded on their chests, but only Akitsu Yoko had her left hand on it.

"It's very inconspicuous, isn't it?" Osamu Dazai crossed his hands on his knees, "And look at the wounds on the neck, except for Qiujin's wound, which is flat, and the wounds in the next few cases are all scratched upwards at the end. In this sense, Akitsu is also special."

Zhong Yuanzhong also checked and found that it was indeed the case. He raised his head suspiciously: "You saw this from the beginning?"

"Well, that's right." Osamu Dazai sighed at this point, "But this is all speculation, and it's all empty talk without substantive evidence."

The most practical action now is to search for motivated characters from her network based on Shenqi's particularity, but seeing Namiki's temper getting more and more irritable, the search result should be nothing.

"The murderer may not have had direct contact with Shen Qi. He hides in the crowd and can be anyone." Osamu Dazai spread his hands and shrugged nonchalantly, "Give it up, this is an unsolved case."

"Ah? Is this what you should say now?" Nakahara unconsciously raised the volume.

"Although the dead lady is very regrettable, it can't stop the pace of looking for the living lady to die in love." Osamu Dazai closed the book, stood up and stretched, "Would you mind going out for a walk with me?"

Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth. He understood Dazai Osamu's temperament. If the other party didn't want to say anything, he wouldn't say a word even if you beat him to death. He just let him go at his pace for the time being.

Although Osamu Dazai wanted to go out for a walk, there was really nothing to do around the prison.Osamu Dazai said let's go to the city, and I would like to have a drink if I have a chance.Zhong Yuan also said that it was good that he just drove his Harley.

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Your driving skills are still as bad as ever."

In the end, Nakahara Nakaya still didn't drive the Harley, they borrowed the car of the deputy warden, and Osamu Dazai put an ice pack on his head all the way, without saying a word for the first time.

It was a coincidence that I ran into them today.

He put away the game console, took off his headphones, got up from his seat in the coffee shop and opened the door.There was a lot of traffic outside the door, the sound of car horns and the footsteps of the crowd overlapped, and there was a sea of ​​people surging under the noisy surface. Even so, the figure of the other party was still very conspicuous.

"I made it." He took out a bottle of chewing gum from his pocket and poured a few pieces into his palm. He vigorously threw it in his mouth and chewed it. He pulled up the hood of his sweater and mixed into the crowd.

Ah, found it, over there. Lucky, he just brought a pocket camera today.

Click, click, he quickly pressed the shutter a few times.

Awesome, he licked his lips, although he didn't prefer this type, but as expected, high-end goods are high-end goods, he felt a restlessness somewhere in his heart, no wonder someone in "DL" spent such a big bounty Come to reward him.

Huh?Went into the alley with that person, he stopped following him.Cut, do you want to chase it? He flipped through the photos one by one. Although some of them were quite clear, they were not enough to grab the bounty.

Damn it, if he had that bounty, he would be able to exchange for a photo of his own life in the "DL" prize redemption area.

After thinking about it, he decided to give it a try, and trotted into the alley while looking around.

As soon as he stepped into the alley, his arm was grabbed and his shoulder was grabbed.All he felt was that his feet were empty, his brain was blank, and he spun in the air, and then he landed—he was hit hard with an elbow in the chest, and he almost didn't spit out.

A clean over-the-shoulder throw.

"It's you bastard who has been following behind, right?" The icy blue pupils above exuded a stunning light, and the gloved hands pinned him firmly to the ground, and his back was pressed against the cold floor, making him feel a little nervous. A feeling as if on the verge of a cold kiln.

Aizawa Arima felt that he was really trying to die. He should have known that the people on the police side were not easy to mess with.

"You are so young, Mr. Stalker." A handsome young man stepped out from behind this murderous man. The young man put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and watched Aizawa Arima bend with his beautiful eyes. "Wow, there really is a suspicious atmosphere all over the body."

Inexplicably, I feel that this person is even more terrifying, what's going on! ?

"That means he might be a prisoner? Let's kill him like this." Zhong Yuanzhong also took out the dagger from his clothes seriously.

"Wait, wait, I'm not a prisoner, I'm just a sneaky cameraman, yes, I'm just a low-level pervert, I just want a few photos with 10 points!" Aizawa Arima was crushed by fear and was speechless .

"10 points?" Osamu Dazai repeated curiously.

"Yes, yes, 10 points is him!" Aizawa Arima pointed at Nakahara Chuya, "His legs are high-end products that were offered a reward of 10000 tax coupons in "DL"!!"

...ha?Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned.

ha? !

TBC