After finishing the notes, leave the interview room.
On the bench outside the interrogation room, Rosetta happened to see Reiko Arakawa, who came to the police station at the same time to take notes.
When he came out, the reporter lady was flipping through the Rosetta gift that Masao Tsukiyama had left in the car yesterday - a collection of poems by Atier Rimbaud, and looked at it with great interest.
Reciting the sentences inside softly, he didn't even notice the sound of the door opening.
"In the past, if I remember correctly."
"My life has been a feast."
"There, all the hearts are opened and all the wine overflows."
"One night I let Beauty sit on my knees."
"I felt her bitterness and I insulted her."
"I took up arms against justice, and I fled."
"O witches, misery, hatred, I entrust you with my treasure!"
"I finally disillusioned the hope of mankind in my spirit, and silently jumped on joy like a beast..."
"Well." She suddenly stopped chanting and heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Reiko Arakawa seemed to realize that someone was approaching. Then she turned her head and saw Rosetta's figure.
The reporter lady exhaled and said: "You finally came out."
"Well, I just finished the transcript, so there is no problem now." Rosetta nodded and replied.
"They told me that you were here, so I waited here for a while." After explaining the reason for being here, Arakawa Reiko handed back the poetry collection in her hand and said, "By the way, this
It should be the book Mr. Tsukiyama gave you before. You forgot to take it with you when you got off the bus yesterday. Remember not to forget it next time."
"Sorry to trouble you, thank you."
Answering with calm words, Rosetta certainly would not say that it was because of the emergency situation at that time. He left the book in the car to avoid losing it.
However.
Just as he casually took the anthology of poems, the gray light hidden under Rosetta's disguised contact lenses flashed away. Suddenly, his psychic powers took effect unconsciously, allowing him to read some words that did not belong to him.
His own scattered memories that belong to this object.
"Mr. Tsukiyama...are you interested in knowing our prophet's predictions about the end of the world..."
"This is the gospel medicine that our ancestors ordered us to develop... It has been tested on many people..."
"To show your sincerity to Mr. Tsukiyama... these lovely things are gifts to celebrate our cooperation and your release from prison..."
When things exist, they leave traces in the world.
Using his spiritual power, he touched the poetry collection, and several vague and incomplete conversations sounded in Rosetta's ears. This was the most recent "memory" of this item that he had read.
"Why didn't you speak suddenly?"
Walking outside the police station, she saw Rosetta's footsteps pause, and Arakawa Reiko was keenly aware of his sudden solemnity.
"It's nothing." Rosetta shook her head, picked up the poetry collection again, and her expression returned to calmness as she said, "I just thought of something suddenly."
"Okay." He didn't want to reveal it at the moment, but Arakawa Reiko accepted this statement by default, then changed the subject, raised the car key in her hand, and casually invited:
"I have an elder in Yichuan City who owns an antique shop here. It just so happens that I have nothing to do at work today, so I was going to visit him. Mr. Luo, you have not always been interested in these things.
Well, do you want to come along and take a look?"
"Antique?" Rosetta thought about it, "Then I'm really interested."
He did not refuse. Apart from the fact that he had very free time during the day today, the more important reason for his decision was that he suddenly and unconsciously used his spiritual energy to 'read memories' from items.
If the anthology of poems given to him by Tsukiyama Masao was not a special and isolated case.
According to the same principle, similar items should also be triggered by psychic energy and the memories on them should be read.
He wanted to know if his psychic powers could be applied to other things as well.
——And if the object of memory reading is an "antique", then what kind of things can he read?
"Okay, let's go."
Arakawa Reiko raised the car keys in her hand again.
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Nine to Five, an antique shop located in a remote alley in the northern old town of Yichuan City.
Because the old shop owner also likes to collect clocks, this antique shop actually also provides restoration services for antiques and clocks.
It is said that the name "9 to 5" comes from the unshakable "9 to 5" business hours of this antique store for more than ten years. In the past, every night at 5 o'clock, there was absolutely no one who could make the old shop owner continue to work overtime.
Go down.
Although the business was inherited from father to son, and now the eldest son of the old shop owner, Takeshiro Takeshita, has inherited the antique shop and is responsible for the daily management, this rule has always been maintained.
On this day, the nine-to-five business was as deserted as before.
Looking at a large number of clocks hanging on the wall, counting the time until five o'clock, Takeshiro was thinking about how long it would be before he could pick up his daughter from get off work, but the sudden sound of the door opening suddenly woke him up from his laziness. came out.
He didn't expect that there would be customers coming to the store at this time.
Nor did he expect that the people who came in one after another would be a pair of quite young men and women.
"Welcome, are the two guests here for maintenance or to see something..."
Takeshita hurriedly stood up and pushed up his glasses. He was thinking about how to keep this rare business, but Reiko Arakawa said "Uncle Takeshita" and he hesitated. He couldn't help but rub his eyes to confirm.
, then he said in surprise: "Lingzi, when did you arrive in Yichuan City, and you didn't even call your uncle to say anything after you arrived?"
"I just arrived a few days ago because of work matters. You see, I just have some free time, so I came to visit Uncle Takeshita." Arakawa Reiko smiled and did not talk about being asked by the police to take notes.
Perhaps it was because I was afraid that the elder would be worried.
Unlike some people with complicated thoughts, Takeshiro accepted this statement easily, with a sincere smile on his face and said proudly: "I just said that I didn't love you in vain, Reiko. My niece has grown up.
Everyone knows that they came over to see uncle as soon as possible!"
Seeing that her elder was about to show off as if no one else was around, Arakawa Reiko coughed and said, "Uncle Takeshita, don't be like this, there are other people here."
"Others? Where are the others?"
Takeshiro was puzzled. After he finished speaking, he noticed that behind Reiko Arakawa, there was also a tall and thin young man who looked quite upright, but his temperament was too cold.
"Who is this...?" he asked.
"This is Rosetta, Mr. Luo, my junior at work, who majored in history and folklore. Because he is interested in various things related to legends, I brought him here to visit Takeshita this time.
Uncle your collection."
Arakawa Reiko gave the introduction, and Rosetta followed and nodded: "Hello, Mr. Takeshita, it's our first time meeting you."
"So that's it? I didn't expect that there are still young people who are interested in these old objects these days. I thought you would prefer those trendy electronic products."
The look on Takeshiro's face looked quite surprising. After all, as an antique store operator, he was also a collector himself. He was certainly surprised to see such a young person with the same hobby.
Maybe it was because Reiko Arakawa was nearby, or maybe it was because it was rare for people with similar interests to come over.
After asking them if they wanted some tea, and finding out that they didn't want it, Takeshiro took the two of them to introduce them to his store's collection. Takeshiro was particularly motivated and showed off in a way that made people laugh.
mean:
"These antiques and clocks are all precious treasures collected by my old man for two generations. On weekdays, just maintaining and preserving them takes me most of the day. Except for a few friends who have the same hobby, I don't even dare to be a clerk.
Please, for fear that they will damage things with their extravagance, you have to do it yourself to feel at ease."
"This is from the time when the black ships came. It is said that it was a photocopy of the first edition of Mr. Liu Jingting's "Liu Xia Storytelling" brought with him by a Dashun officer who liked to listen to storytelling."
"This is a team flag with the word "Sincerity" in it, belonging to the Shinsengumi, a samurai organization close to the previous Tokugawa shogunate, during the modern era of the Tokugawa shogunate. Unfortunately, it is difficult to verify which team it belongs to."
"This is the TV version of Bandai in 1980. It can be said to be the earliest plastic assembled gunpla... Oh, no, this is not my private collection, but mine... Yes, it is the birthday gift I am going to give to my daughter!
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Speaking of this collectible, Takeshiro hurriedly stopped talking, as if he was afraid that his mature adult persona would overturn in front of his niece and make others laugh.
Although she could see through her uncle's lie at a glance, Arakawa Reiko did not expose it. Instead, she pretended not to care about it at all. She looked at the glass cabinet next to her that looked more like a pile of debris and asked curiously.
: "What about this bunch of things? Why are they all put together directly?"
"Those things..."
The niece gave him a step down. Takeshiro breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated and said: "They are all 'cursed items' that the old man collected from nowhere when he was young. It is said that their previous owners were all dead.
, contaminated with an unclean smell."
"Mr. Takeshita, can I pick up these things and take a closer look?"
At this time, Rosetta suddenly interrupted, because just when he was close to these 'cursed things', his spiritual energy gave him an inexplicable 'feeling', which made an inexplicable sound ring in his mind.
Many malicious noises.
Although when Takeshiro took them to visit these antiques, he basically said nothing, but through the reaction when the psychic approached, he was able to determine that the more it seemed to embody the owner's mind, the easier it would be for him to read it.
Pick.
For example, when he got close to Takeshiro and picked up a Gundam model, he had the strongest feeling. He didn't even touch it, and several hallucinatory scenes flashed before his eyes.
However, the piles of "cursed objects" in his glass cabinet at this moment were different.
Perhaps because strong emotions of malice and resentment are inherently more durable and stronger than pure kindness and affection, the memories left on these 'cursed items' seem to him to be far more powerful than
Those normal antiques are more complete and clear.
"If you just pick it up and look at it, it's nothing."
Regarding the request of the young man who came with Reiko Arakawa, Takeshiro hesitated for a moment, and then reminded him: "Although I don't believe in these divine things like the old man, but some things are indeed best to be believed.
, it’s better not to believe that it doesn’t exist.” This chapter has been completed!