"Why?"

Kobayashi Yoko asked word by word.

It seems even more angry than when facing Hirosuke Fujiwara.

"Why……"

Kubo Ryuhiko took out his windbreaker pocket, took out a pack of wrinkled cigarettes, and asked back, "Don't you mind me smoking, do you?"

Kobayashi Yoko stared at him and said nothing.

Kubo Ryuko lit a cigarette on his own and took a sip.

The smoke lingers.

He suddenly coughed violently.

"I obviously couldn't live without it a few years ago. After quitting for a few years, I felt unfamiliar, so this thing is really redundant."

Kubo Ryuko held the cigarette, waved his hand, and then slightly dispelled the smoke, and smiled.

"Ryuki Kubo." Kobayashi Yoko gritted her teeth and shouted his name again.

"Furo...I know."

Kubo Ryuko exhaled a sip of smoke. Although he had just said unnecessary words, his smoking movement became more and more proficient: "But before I confess, please let me tell a story."

"Actually, I taught Hirosuke Fujiwara's puppet technique."

Kubo Ryuko said softly.

Yoko Kobayashi: "…"

"Is it strange?"

Kubo Ryuhiko smiled: "It's not surprising, because this technique was invented by my grandfather. He is the lord of Sanfeng Shrine, an old man who has been guarding a small shrine all his life, an introverted and devout man.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will die in the dilapidated shrine. But life is not without surprises. My parents divorced, and then they both despised me as a burden and threw me to him.

He... doesn't like me, his grandson. He only has his god in his heart. When I was a child, I was reckless and noisy. Of course, he didn't have the heart to coax me, so he chose to control me in the simplest and most rude way."

"...Minister Kitahara, I know what you are thinking"

When Kubo Ryuhiko saw Kitahara's face, he seemed to guess what he was thinking, and suddenly changed his subject: "Although the large-scale recovery was seven years ago, in fact, the recovery began earlier, otherwise you would think that the current Ise Shrine, where did such a large-scale Miyaji system come from?"

"Wow..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded.

"To be honest, my grandfather is indeed a genius."

Kubo Ryuhiko looked at the smoke that had been burning halfway and continued: "In that environment, in that kind of environment with poor spiritual power, in order to keep me quiet, he actually created a technique."

"It's just a bit tormenting for me. Every day, I have to sit in the corner and sit for a day. During this period, I can't move, there is no food, and there is no water.

This torture lasted for two years."

"Once, I really couldn't stand it anymore. At that age, I was like an ascetic every day, so that day, I yelled at a tourist who came to worship at the moment of being untied."

"The tourist was frightened and finally called the police. After the police arrived, maybe it was to avoid causing trouble. My grandfather was not so excessive in the future. At least he would give me food and water.

It is precisely this reason that I had the idea of ​​being a policeman. After all,... they are the benefactors who have helped me escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

"It was only after I became a policeman that I realized that this was very different from what I imagined."

"There are endless fieldwork, endless reports, endless things, endless cases, and a mess of life... If it were just like this, I could still persist, but my wife cheated on it."

Kubo Ryuko rubbed the cigarette butt with her index finger and thumb: "I don't know why the cute girl I know turned out like this, why did she make my life worse when my life was a mess. However...it turns out that life is not the worst, only worse."

"Before, I heard this saying: In Tokyo, you never know which case will involve those people, and then you will offend someone for no reason."

"I offended people for no reason, and the promotion failed on a sure-fire way, and then I wasted a long time. It was really... a long time."

Kubo Ryuko dropped his cigarette butt and looked at Yoko Kobayashi: "Kobayashi, when you walked into the police station, I was still the one who took you, but now I am still an inspector, but you are already a police station... You will be promoted to the police station soon. To be honest, I am really jealous of you."

"So you're helping Hirosuke Fujiwara? It's because of jealousy?"

Kobayashi Yoko clasped her fists and glared at Ryuko Kubo.

“Not to.”

Kubo Ryuhiko smiled: "At the beginning, I wanted to say that it was impossible to do something because of jealousy. One day, Hirosuke Fujiwara suddenly found me."

"That's the deputy director, the high-ranking deputy director... I saw him timidly. After he explained his purpose, it was at that moment that I realized that the technique taught me by grandpa who had tortured me for so many years was so important."

"I told me what I wanted to do and what I wanted to do at the beginning, but I couldn't refuse, or I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't refuse."

"When he took me to the first victim's house, I taught him how to control it. When he was impatient, he coerced them to kill each other in front of me. A deputy director of the police department and a policeman did things that even criminals would not do, and torture and kill innocent people."

The angry look on Kobayashi Yoko's face became more and more obvious.

But Kubo Ryuko seemed to be careless and murmured softly: "When I came out, I vomited to death, but... do you know, Kobayashi, after I vomited, I felt a happy mood inexplicably."

"I am a policeman. Every day I am a field trip, a report, a matter of doing, and a case of investigation. My wife cheated and offended people and never left, and my daughter... was pregnant with someone else's child in high school, a middle-aged man's child."

"Minister Kitahara, I lied to you, but in fact... my daughter is not worry-free."

Kubo Ryuko smiled self-deprecatingly: "My life is really a mess, and it has been a mess since childhood."

"So, like Hirosuke Fujiwara, I was fascinated by the feeling of destroying others with my own hands, dominating other people's life and death, and manipulating other people's emotions. This made me feel...I am like a god, not a frustrated, disgusting middle-aged man."

"In the end, there is no need for Hirosuke Fujiwara. I will pursue that pleasure alone. The first choice of my husband is the married middle-aged man who made my daughter pregnant. Seeing his happy family breaking and ruining it, that pleasure is really unparalleled."

"... Enough!" Kobayashi Yoko suddenly shouted.

"At that time, I knew I was sick."

Kubo Ryuko did not stop saying: "I'm terminally ill."

"Get out! Ryuko Kubo, you are a policeman! Do you know the policeman?"

Kobayashi Yoko suddenly stood up, crossed the table, grabbed Kubo Ryuko's collar, and lifted him up halfway.

"But the police are human."

Kubo Ryuhiko looked at Kitanhara Nanfeng and said lightly: "Aren't you the same? Kobayashi, you have fallen in love with a man younger than you, but you dare not say it, for fear that others will say you are disgusting, and in the end you will be squeamish, and even have a one-night stand. Such an absurd idea."

"...Yes! But I won't be like you! I'm so careless!"

Yoko Kobayashi gritted her teeth and her eyes turned red: "Do you know what you did?"

"I know."

Kubo Ryuki nodded, his tone still calm: "You and Minister Kitahara have been investigating through the general style, so I know what I am doing. Then, perhaps because of my conscience discovery, maybe I don't want to be controlled, so I left that doll and printed Fujiwara Hirosuke's fingerprint on it. But..."

“I don’t have any intention of repentance.”

"I imagined that I was caught and cried and repented, but I found that I really couldn't cry."

“…”

When Kobayashi Yoko heard his words, she opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

She suddenly felt like she was exhausted.

She really doesn't know.

What should I say?

"Look."

Kubo Ryuko gently pushed away Kobayashi Yoko's hand and sorted out her clothes: "I am really beyond help."

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at him and remained silent.

"I don't plan to repent or accept the trial. My messy life is not my own choice, so I will try my best to end it decently."

Kubo Ryuki slowly raised his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, aiming at his temple.

"After all, I'm so old, I can choose this."

He smiled at Naohara and Yoko Kobayashi.

then.

Bang

The bullet cannot be seen and penetrated into the temple.

Blood and brain matter sputtered onto the wall.

Spotted.

Like ordinary stains.

Not conspicuous.
Chapter completed!