The sound of heavy rain and strong wind crashed into the prison from the outside world, beating against the glass.
Through the windows in the corridor, you can see the cold and huge shadow of the building outside the window standing silently in the rain.
After getting rid of the weirdo I met on the way to the interview room.
As the prison guard gradually went deeper into the prison, he silently looked at the surrounding environment. Suddenly, Rosetta caught a glimpse of herself through the reflection of the glass.
At that moment, he saw an iron-gray dim light flashing through his eyes, but it seemed to be unstable, and he hid it again.
Rosetta thought silently.
Since his insomnia symptoms have become more and more serious in the past few years, this abnormal phenomenon of sudden changes in eye color has often appeared on him.
Others can't see it, and there's nothing wrong with it even if I go to the hospital for a physical check-up.
This unexplainable abnormal phenomenon in himself is also the reason why he believes that there is some abnormal power in this world.
And just now.
Could it be because of this that the weirdo who called himself Ishiizaki stopped him?
Rosetta can't be sure.
During the short period of contact with the Ishiizaki people, he controlled himself to remain calm on the surface. Even Reiko Arakawa, who was nearest to him, did not notice anything strange about him. However, only he knew that the 'beast'
How serious a warning did existence bring to his intuition.
"What's wrong with you? Do you know that person just now?"
At this time, Arakawa Reiko finally asked in confusion because of Rosetta's behavior of dragging her away.
"No, I don't know him." Rosetta denied. She lowered her head and glanced at the business card that Ishiizaki had stuffed into her hand at some point, and asked casually: "Speaking of which, Miss Arakawa, have you ever heard of the company Razor Clam Pharmaceuticals?"
What?"
As a reporter, Arakawa Reiko still has some special information channels in this regard. After being stunned for a moment, she quickly replied: "Razor Clam Pharmaceuticals? Oh, you said that company seems to be about to be taken over by the recently popular new religious group 'Shenzukai"
'Local companies acquired by its subsidiaries? Do they have any problems?"
It seemed that her instinct as a reporter was at work. When talking about this kind of topic, Arakawa Reiko's intuition became sharper, and she even wanted to talk to Rosetta in turn.
However, Rosetta's interest in Ishiizaki's background seemed to have ended here. He calmly controlled his curiosity and had no intention of asking or answering at all. He just pointed to the scene not far away in front of him.
Guangzhi said: "The interview room is almost here, Miss Arakawa, let's go meet the great writer first."
"……All right."
Seeing that business was ahead, Arakawa Reiko could only nod her head regretfully and give it up for now.
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soon.
No. 3 Prison in Yichuan City, prisoner reception room.
Through the one-way light-transmitting glass wall, Rosetta met for the first time this "great writer" whose works are well-known in the local literary circles of Yingzhou.
Judging from his appearance, this great writer who is almost 40 years old seems to fit everyone's impression of "gentle and gentle".
First, there are a few wrinkles at the corners of the eyes due to years of etching, but still have the handsome face of the past, then there are the deep eyes with a melancholy temperament under the rimless glasses, and then there are the deep,
Hoarse, with a fatal elegance and magnetic voice.
Dark red suit, blue-gray tie, tall and straight posture.
Plus a collection of Arthur Rimbaud's poems that he never left behind.
——These constitute Masao Tsukiyama.
Even though Rosetta had imagined this meeting on the way here, he never imagined that this man who looked like a scholar and a poet, more like a prisoner, would actually be a prisoner who had committed seven crimes with extremely cruel methods.
A serial killer who commits ritualistic murders.
No handcuffs, no incarceration, not even a guard watching over you.
This man was sitting leisurely on a chair holding a book, reciting those verses piously and silently. It wasn't until Rosetta opened the door to the interview room that he put down the book in his hand, folded his hands, and placed them on his knees.
, raised his head and looked at the visitor with his dark blue eyes that reminded people of the sea.
"First meeting, Mr. Tsukiyama."
Following Rosetta, Reiko Arakawa also walked in. As a person from the real TV station, of course she was the first to say:
"I believe the people at the foundation should have told you in advance that I am the editor and reporter of the TV station Reiko Arakawa. I am responsible for contacting you about the filming of the program this time. The person next to me is the one you are looking for.
A professional in folklore, Professor Umi's most proud student, Mr. Rosetta, who came to study from Dashun, he is also an absolutely professional folklorist."
"Oh? Did you actually find Professor Umi's students?"
Masao Tsukiyama's eyes lit up and he spoke with great interest. His pair of deep blue eyes as gloomy as the sea immediately scanned the whole body of the tall and thin young man in front of him.
"Hello, Luosang."
He clasped his hands on his knees and said in a slightly stiff Japanese tone: "I am Masao Tsukiyama, your employer. I also know Professor Umi's status in the world of Yingzhou folklore. Since you are his
As students, their professional abilities must be trustworthy.”
Rosetta was a little surprised when she heard the local accent in a foreign country: "Mr. Tsukiyama, do you still understand Dashun's official dialect?"
"There isn't much entertainment in prison. As for me, writing and reading are the only things I can do to pass the time. Learning more languages is just to make reading and writing easier, but it makes Luo Sang laugh."
Masao Tsukiyama smiled slightly and changed the language.
"I personally believe that language and writing are a kind of cruel inheritance. The murmurs of dead souls left over from ancient times. As long as you learn them, those things that are rooted in culture will infect and reshape people."
"Learn the language, read the books."
"These actions are to kill the 'beast' oneself were, to obtain the precious 'human nature' from the huge symbol system of culture, and to tame people into the appearance of 'human beings.'"
Masao Tsukiyama closed his eyes, smacked his mouth, as if savoring something, and murmured in a low voice: "I like these things, it can make me briefly feel what it's like to be a human being."
Just like a devout believer repenting in church.
In the prisoner's reception room where the sound of wind and rain could not be heard, the great writer looked at the seat behind Rosetta and Reiko Arakawa, as if there was a non-existent 'priest' there, and then he lowered his head,
He murmured and chanted:
"I think I should repent. Because I am in hell, not on earth, so every day in the past, I can often hear the voices of the dead calling to me."
"Go down, go down, humans, fall down quickly..."
"It's burning, it's flooded, I can't survive, I can't die..."
"Humans, fall down quickly, fall to the bottom of hell, listen, the dead begin to sing, in the blood pool, in the sea of fire, in the needle mountain..."
Boom.
Thunder rolled through the clouds, and blazing white light came in.
Seeing Masao Tsukiyama who was still muttering something in a low voice in front of him, it was only at this moment that he felt the coldness running up from his tailbone. With the help of lightning, Rosetta could clearly see the whole face of this seemingly gentle and elegant writer.
.
——He is crazy.
In the blink of an eye, Rosetta's always calm eyes collided with those of Masao Tsukiyama who slowly raised his head.
From the seemingly calm and gloomy blue sea, he could vaguely see some madness lurking deeper beneath the water.
Perhaps, it is driven by some kind of 'feeling'.
Suddenly, Rosetta spoke calmly: "Mr. Tsukiyama, I heard from Miss Arakawa that you came to me to complete your new book."
"Yes." Tsukiyama Masao raised his head again and returned to his normal posture. He didn't seem to mind getting straight to the point: "I want to create a ghost story based on the 'Seven Jizo', similar to the semi-
It is an autobiographical work, and this requires the help of a professional who knows enough about that place, the customs and weird stories of that era."
He smiled, his voice carrying a fatal elegance and magnetism.
"As a student of Professor Umi, I absolutely believe in your professionalism as a folklorist, Luosang."
Hearing this sentence, Rosetta vaguely felt that it had another meaning. She couldn't help exhaling, then looked away, turned to look at Reiko Arakawa next to her, and said: "It seems that Mr. Tsukiyama is going to
Let’s discuss it with me for a while first.”
"I know, then I'll go out and clean up first, and then come in later to discuss with Mr. Tsukiyama the TV station about the filming of the program?"
Arakawa Reiko asked, but she obviously already had the answer in her heart.
She could see that this great writer seemed to prefer to focus on creation itself compared to other worldly matters.
"Then let's do this for now." Rosetta nodded. This chapter has been completed!