Chapter 7: Older customers

At ten on December 13th.
White fluorescent lights are spread out along the ceiling, and the walls on both sides of the corridor are also white.
Each time he passed this road, the whale felt uncomfortable with his eyes. He took out the regular sunglasses from his jacket pocket and put it on. He continued to move forward. The smell became more intense.
In the morgue, Matsuo's body was standing on the dissecting table, the carts on the side were full of tools, and various odorous body fluids were accumulated in the washbasin on the ground.
The whale did not see anyone when it came in, but there was a sound of water in the washing room. He stood in the middle of the room and waited for a while. Sang Yuan pushed in the door from the washing room.
"Ah, Mr. Whale, please come and get the autopsy report in person, haha, everyone has been in a state of horror lately." Sang Yuan Junyi, in a more popular word, this is a very happy person He keeps his inch all the year round and wears the old-fashioned frame glasses. He smiles cheerfully when he sees people, as if there is something to be happy at all times. At first sight, he would never think that this person's job was to deal with the dead all day.
"You have worked hard, too, Sang Yuanjun," the whale replied.
嘛 "Well ... I'm okay. In fact, autopsy is not a stressful job. If you have nothing to do, you feel uncomfortable." Sang Yuan replied with a smile.
那么 "So, what was the cause of death after confirmation?" The whale was not polite, and began to talk about business.
Kusarahara replied: "Insufficient oxygen supply to the brain and blockage of the respiratory tract. Anyway, all of them will be dead. At the same time ..." He did not continue, and the results were already present anyway.
Picking up a scalpel on the trolley, Sangyuan pointed at Matsuo's face and said, "It is worth mentioning this black cross mark."
The whale's expression changed slightly: "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Whale Bird doesn't know yet." Sang Yuan shoved his glasses. "There is more than one dead man with a cross on his face."
"Oh?" Although the whale expressed a questioning expression, in fact, it already had the answer in mind.
Kusarahara replied: "The one that came in yesterday evening ..." He uncomfortably looked back at the chest of drawers storing the corpses not far away: "It was a high school student who was cut into many pieces, and his face was there."
The Whale thoughtfully said: "Sure enough ... the teacher and the student were killed one day later, and do they have the mark on their face ..."
Kusarahara said, "In fact, there are more than two people."
This sudden sentence really surprised the whale, "What?"
Sang Yuanyuan said: "A similar black cross was also found in the third branch office adjacent to our jurisdiction, which also appeared on the face of the deceased. A horizontal line sealed the mouth like a seal, and a vertical line extended from the forehead to the chin."
"How many more dead people?" The whale asked quickly.
Kusarahara replied: "I only heard this rumor yesterday. On December 7, they found the first dead person with a black cross on his face. As of yesterday morning, a total of three."
The whale turned and walked away, saying in his mouth: "A ... are there at least five people ... it turns out that I can't wait any longer ..."
"Mr. Whale, your autopsy report!" Sang Yuan shouted from behind, but the whale did not return.
forever and always.
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December 8, 3:15 pm.
Damn, living in a broken place where only a few buses would pass a day would cause me to go that far.
Matsuo was walking in the cold wind wearing an exaggerated down coat.
"No, I really can't stand it, I have to find a place to rest first." Matsuo looked around. In this remote area, there are no decent shops on the side of the road, except for residential houses. A grocery store without a door.
He finally saw a bookstore, and fled in like a flee.
呼 Hoo ... Fortunately there is heating in this shop. Matsuo breathed a sigh of relief after closing the door.
"It's not easy. Da Leng Tian Di will go to the home of the poor students to do home visits." Tian end sitting at the desk with a book wrapped in a black cover, lazily sitting behind his desk, it seems that he did not intend to look up at Matsuo.
"Huh?" Matsuo whispered, "Is that ... are you talking to me?"
Yun Tian ignored him, and then said to himself, "It's annoying to appear in my class like that shabby guy."
Suddenly Matsuo noticed something, his expression changed.
"The girls in the class are getting longer and more beautiful these days, hehehe ..." Tianyi laughed warily.
But Matsuo didn't find it funny, he walked quickly to the table: "Asshole! What are you talking about!"
He Tian laid a book on the table, turned it to the first page, turned the book around, and pushed it in front of Matsuo.
White paper, purple ink, uncomfortable colors and fonts, write a person's name, or the title of this book-Matsuo Hara.
Matsuo glared at the sky and yelled, "Hey! What do you mean! Who are you? Who made you do this!"
Yun Tianyi's indifferent eyes became extremely cold and deadly in a short moment. He only stared at Matsuo for a second, and the latter could no longer say a word.
"Mr. Matsuo, you can read this book for free first." Tianyi lay back in the sofa, stretched himself, and yawned, "After a while, let's talk about a deal."
Ten minutes passed.
Kusatsu Matsuo stood there, looking at his complex thoughts with complex expression for more than 40 years.
At this moment, as soon as Tian felt that it was almost the same, he suddenly reached out and took the book back from the other hand: "Okay, there is nothing worth reading."
Awkward Matsuo was a little overwhelmed, and he asked nervously, "You ... you ..."
Tianyi didn't have time to listen to him grinning outside and interrupted: "In my opinion, this book is like a stack of bound toilet papers, and each one is wiped with shit. My fingers, eyes, and soul were deeply hurt when I flipped through it. So ... "He stared at Matsuo:" I hope to sell you this book at a low price soon. "
Matsuo stunned for two seconds and immediately nodded: "Okay, okay! How much do you want, I'll buy it now ..." He said, and really went to the wallet.
Tianyi waved his hand to stop: "No need, if I want money, I can rob the bank completely; or instruct others to rob the bank and then take a commission from it; or instruct others to finish the bank robbing and rob them ... ... well ... somewhat distant. In short, you don't have to buy this book with money, as long as you promise to do something for me. "
Matsuo immediately became vigilant, UU reading www.uukanshu. com like him, when doing anything, you have to calculate the gains and losses: "What do you want me to do?"
However, Tianyi's words quickly reassured him: "You help me put this parcel in the mailbox of Miura's." He said, took out a large envelope from the drawer, and put it on the table.
When looking at the outline of the bag from the outside, it seems to be a book in an envelope. Matsuo thought about it and asked, "Hey, isn't it a dangerous thing?"
Tianyi said: "Rest assured, it's just a videotape. You don't need to open the envelope, just put things in the mailbox of Miura's. You should know his address." He said as he picked up the pen , Wrote a line on the envelope: Miura Kazuya.
"How? Decided not. Help me be a postman, and I'll give you your book." Tianyi asked with a sneer.
Matsuo's response is very easy to predict, he put the parcel in his arms: "You have to keep your promise."
"It depends on your completion." He said in a teasing voice: "Don't think about taking back and seeing things like that, your actions ..." Tianyi patted Matsuo's heart on the table with his hand. "I know a couple of things."
"Cut ..." Matsuo turned and left.
He didn't ask the other person why he wanted to do this, and he didn't think about why there was a book filled with his own voice. His reaction was exactly the same as Ikeda two days later. Before the absurd reality, he did not question or ignore, but chose to trade and chose to follow the rules of others' games.
As soon as Tian Tian saw the figure of Matsuo disappearing at the door, he could not help shaking his head and smiled a few times. Taking a sip of coffee, and picking up another black book on the ground, he read it with interest.