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[43.Chapter 43 A zoo]

In another bookstore, Uesugi Yuanko was very surprised when she looked at the magazine in her hand.

Although she has read many works of Hiroto Akihara, she never thinks that he is a psychopath like some newspaper reviews said.

After all, in addition to the "Reasoning Taxi" published on the Internet, the other party's serialized "Little Jewelry and Yoko", "Seven Rooms", and "So far" all contain the discussion of hope in addition to the elements of horror.

But today's "ZOO" made her feel a chill from the depths of her soul.

……

The story happened to an ordinary man. Every morning, a photo of his girlfriend would be sent to the "inbox" at his door.

These photos record the process of his girlfriend's body gradually decomposing, and it can even be seen that the positions of the maggots are different.

The man can't remember how many times he has received photos in his inbox, but he is still not used to it, especially after looking at his girlfriend's rotten face, he always feels an inexplicable feeling.

He didn't tell anyone about the photo, nor did he call the police.In other words, the only person who knew she was killed was himself, and everyone else thought she was just missing.

He leaned on the chair, and kept recalling the past between him and his girlfriend in his mind. He remembered that he and his girlfriend had watched a movie called "ZOO".

In this movie, the process of animal and plant corpses decaying due to bacteria is recorded. He remembers that he didn't quite understand it at the time, but his girlfriend watched it with gusto.

After watching the movie, the two went to the zoo, which had been deserted for a long time, and there were no people there, only the air could smell some dead animals and plants.

These pasts appeared in his mind like pictures.

He turned on the computer and scanned the photos he received today into the computer. Together with the previous photos, he set the continuous playback of "12 photos per second".

During such a continuous playback, the pictures of the girlfriend began to switch constantly, and the process of decay became clearer—the maggots covered her body together, and soon ate up the carrion, and then left in a hurry.

Watching this process, the man swore to himself: "I will make the murderer pay with blood."

"But where is the murderer?"

He is a little confused.

……

A month after the girlfriend disappeared, the police stopped the search.But the man still didn't give up, he even resigned, and took the photos of his girlfriend before he was alive to find everyone who might know.

He visited all his girlfriend's acquaintances, including her colleagues, family members, and employees of the convenience store she frequented, and went to the street to stop people he didn't know for questioning, and was even beaten violently at one point.

But no one could reply to him.

In their eyes, a man is nothing more than a poor man who has lost his girlfriend.

The man fell into a deeper pain.

He looks at the rotten photos of his girlfriend at home every day, and continues to cycle through the process of finding someone.

In those moments, how much he wished he was killed too.

What is it now?

In pain, memories flooded his mind again.

……

On the day of the incident, my girlfriend saw a billboard with "ZOO" hanging on it and was excited to go to the zoo.

At the request of his girlfriend, the man drove and set off with her.

The two quickly found a fork in the road that was not open to traffic, got out of the car and walked deep into the fork, and found a hut made of old wooden boards.

The girlfriend looked at the ceiling of the hut that was about to collapse, showing a very excited expression.Seeing this scene, the man took the opportunity to take a picture of this scene with the snapshot camera he carried with him.

With a "click", the lights flashed, and the girlfriend's eyes were caught by the flash, and her complexion was distorted for a moment.

She looked at the man taking the picture, snatched the fragments from the snapshot camera, crushed them, and said in a cold tone: "I hate this."

After a pause, she added, "Forget about me."

The man was a little panicked. He asked what his girlfriend meant. For him, he couldn't bear the life of losing his girlfriend. After all, only she could treat him so well.

Looking at the man's distorted face, the girlfriend calmly said that she no longer loves him.

After that day, the girlfriend disappeared.

……

The man put down his memories of the past, took a photo of his girlfriend, and went out to ask passers-by.

A day later, he still had nothing.

He returned to the parking lot and got into his car, only to find a photo under the assistant seat where his girlfriend often sat.

The girlfriend in the photo is in a dilapidated house, she looks up, and her excitement can be seen.And in the lower right corner of the photo, it happened to be the date of his girlfriend's disappearance.

The man was very confused. Isn't this photo the one where his girlfriend got angry and crushed?Why are you in his car?

By the way, the murderer must have put it down.

He thought about it, and was about to put the photo on the dashboard, but when he opened it, he was surprised to find that there was a receipt from a gas station inside.

He looked at the receipt and murmured to himself, "I didn't go to this gas station that day. I seemed to have stayed at home. So the killer used my car to kidnap his girlfriend."

"Then the people at the gas station may have seen the man driving the car that day."

He made a deduction, and drove all the way to the gas station on the receipt, and then asked a middle-aged man who seemed to be the boss, "Have you seen the girl in the photo?"

The man said impatiently: "Yes, she came here a long time ago, go west."

"To the west? Then what kind of car is she sitting in?"

"In the car you're driving, of course."

"Sure enough!"

"It's you who drives the car. Is it okay to answer this way? Are the lines good enough? Don't you get tired of doing this every day? Don't you feel tired of always repeating the same thing? Since getting involved in your game, it has been several times now." It’s been a month. But you are my regular customer, so I can’t say anything.”

"Don't talk nonsense! But it's me who is driving? How is that possible?"

The man responded in shock.

"I actually drove the car that drove her that day...?"

The owner of the gas station made a gesture of seeing off the passengers, and the man stepped on the accelerator and drove west.