Disqualification

The arrest of the suspect is not the end of the case, it is only the beginning from the side view.

The materials of Fukuta Hotsu are folded into a pile and fastened together with pins. The mugshot on the cover shows his disfigured appearance with half of his face peeled off. Turning the first page shows his complete face three years ago. Under the photo, a student ID card is printed. copy.

"Tokyo University, majoring in mathematics?" The analysis officer of the police station raised his brows in surprise after reading the basic information, and flicked his lips up and down and made a loud click.The added value of tsk sound has enough meanings, including but not limited to "How can I become a murderer with such a high IQ?"

With the same thought in mind, the colleague pinched the data set with two fingers and scrolled down, while looking at it, he said, "Undergraduate in the third year? Iq150? The deviation value is really high, enough for the third category of science..."

"It's hard to catch because of high IQ. It's also the same in singles before, and high social status, isn't it..."

"Is he the type of high IQ crime?"

The first half of Fukuta Hotsu's life is condensed into fifteen pages, including his divorced parents respected as a scientist, his lack of caring childhood, his smooth academic career, and the high-end apartment that matches his social status.When he was a student, he was a well-known freak. He lived a solitary life. Even though he had a handsome shell and excellent grades, he had no close friends. The men in the same school left bad comments on him, and the comments from the girls were mixed. He was never a considerate lover, and several relationships ended without a problem. The analyst dialed the phone number of one of them. In her narrative, Fukuta Yasatsu had a frightening quality.

"He has neuroticism and severe mental weakness." The girl said bluntly, "I like him because of his appearance and the melancholy temperament that lingers around him. Most girls in school can't resist this."

The recorder was working faithfully, and the flashing electric current distorted the woman's voice. The analyst asked, "What is the reason for breaking up with him?"

"I can't accept my boyfriend's lethality," she said. "He's attempted suicide in the four months we've been dating, from overdosing on sleeping pills to slitting his wrists, and you understand, officer, that's not acceptable to any young woman. This, I'm freaked out." She pointed out calmly, "That's why we broke up."

"Other than that, he can hardly pick a problem."

Fukuta Hotsu added "death-oriented" and "low desire to survive" in red pen in the remarks, but his motive for the murder still cannot be determined. The two analysts continued to look down, and the boring high school was followed by college.

"Social isolated island..." said the analyst, "Looking at Kai Dong's character, I can't imagine that he used to be a Zhai."

"It was 11 years ago that I graduated from college, and I am now 33 years old." They almost held a magnifying glass to compare his past experience. I moved back to Tokyo a few years ago."

Fukuta Yasatsu’s name has never appeared in the official staff system of the club. He is so negative that he has never delivered a package assignment. Both parents moved out of Gunma 25 years ago. There are similarities in past work experience. As a short-term clerk at 7-11, it is also possible that he can work part-time at a ramen shop on the street for a living.

If you meet JW in real life, what is the opportunity and where did they meet? With the above questions in mind, we must deeply dig into his past experience.

During the profiling process, the team leader’s mobile phone buzzed and vibrated, and it seemed that the caller ID was dialed by the on-site survey personnel. He answered the phone, nodded, talked, thanked, and hung up. He said to other team members: “In the beginning Incomplete collection of stamps found in cave study."

Modern people don’t use much postage stamps, and it took them a while to realize: “He sent a letter? To jump?” It’s a mockery of A Zhai.

"Further inquiries through the postal system confirmed that the last letter was sent eight days ago. Since he moved to Tokyo, he sent a letter to the Asahi Bunko every ten days."

……

"Fukuta Hotsu?" Xiao Zhuang quickly stretched out a finger and pushed up the glasses frame hanging on the bridge of his nose. He is a rare person without myopia and can do writing work. If you don't wear glasses, you will look unprofessional. At his suggestion, he bought a pair of plain glasses, and then thought about it, the so-called "gold-rimmed glasses are elegant" is just Dazai's bad taste.

"There is such a person." He said, "I insist on writing three letters every month, right? This has been the case since I joined the company. In the past few years, readers have continued to write letters, but since Dazai-sensei debuted Yes, only a few people."

"What does debut mean?"

"It probably started with the newcomer award 11 years ago."

The time period 11 years ago hit the sensitive nerves of foreign affairs members, which coincided with the time when Fukuta Yasuzu left school.

"May I ask if Dazai-sensei has answered his letter..."

"I don't know." Xiao Zhuangsu frowned secretly, "Although I have cooperated with the teacher for many years, I also respect his personal privacy. The teacher values ​​the privacy of information very much. We only talk about writing related matters, and everything else No discussion, not to mention Fukuta Hotsu you mentioned..." He stretched his chin forward, showing a mean face unique to social people, "If I remember correctly, he is a vicious criminal who committed serial murders Well, isn't it too much to let the teacher come into contact with dangerous people, unlike the social scum, the teacher is the treasure of the Japanese literary world tomorrow, no, today."

Editor Xiaozhuang's attitude was enough to irritate any bloody social person. The uncooperative meaning in his words was too obvious, and the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs walked out of the gate of Asahi Bunko full of anger.

"Damn it, if you want to get the letter that opened the hole, you have to find Dazai. Maybe he didn't even read the letter and burned the letter from the reader."

Xiao Zhuang stood by the window and watched the people from the police station leave. After they got into the car, he immediately took out his phone and dialed the number with 12 cautious faces: "Mr. Dazai..."

……

"I found it." The analyst pointed at the student lists over the years, "Osamu Dazai is a graduate of the 01st grade of the University of Tokyo, and Fukuta Hotsu is a graduate of the 02th grade. He opened a hole and joined the club for a short time in college, so he has a strong sense of existence." Osamu Dazai was one of the members of the literary club at that time. He won the Newcomer Award in high school and officially debuted as a writer. The four years of studying at Tokyo University were the period of high production of his works."

"High-yielding period?" There are literature lovers among the group members, or Dazai Osamu is as famous as Haruki Murakami ten years ago. Japanese school-age young people are only divided into two groups: "know him" and "know him". Some people can barely be regarded as his loyal readers, and have read most of Dazai's published works.

"Northeast University is considered to be an early work. At that time, his novels were very dark in tone, and critics even thought the content was unhealthy." He whispered, "The desire to survive is very low, and suicides appear very often. If you open a hole when you are a student Very deadly, and will find resonance in the teacher's works."

"Do you still have photos of his study room?" Fukuta Yasatsu has a study room that is often used and the bookshelves don't get dusty.

"Yes." The analyst who spoke had a tacit understanding with the team leader, "He has a complete set of Osamu Dazai's works, including the early collections of the Todai era that are out of print."

"What is certain," the team leader said in the final conclusion, "Dazai's works have played a role in guiding and shaping him spiritually. Fukuta Yasatsu's personality and behavior patterns have undergone tremendous changes before and after the hole is opened, but he still does not give up. Writing letters with Osamu Dazai, we cannot be sure whether the two had an intersection during college, and whether the writer replied to him before and after his murder, whether he knew about his deeds, and what role he played in it. "

"Exploring and clarifying these will make some progress in the hole-opening case. We need his assistance."

"Fukuda." The group leader called out the name of a literary lover, "You are a loyal reader of Dazai, what do you think is his attitude towards death and murder?"

"Hey, hey." His expression was quite awkward, and Fukuda thought: [It is said that there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. It is too difficult to ask my opinion. After all, my interpretation of Mr. Dazai is only based on the works , Isn't it often the case that the author does not match the temperament of the article? ]

"If you ask me, Dazai-sensei should be... obsessed with death..." He hesitated to spit out his own judgment, "He doesn't have the heart to hurt others, but his desire to self-destruct is very serious."

"Besides, he is interested in homicides, all tragic events that can be given an ugly name."

[Aloof, like a god looking down on the same interest. ]

……

[Mr. Oda Saku went to the UK to participate in a half-month cultural exchange meeting. During this period, Mr. Dazai’s daily life will be taken care of by me. ]

Xiao Zhuang took out the spare key familiarly. Osamu Dazai lived in a high-rise apartment in Chiyoda District, Tokyo. He has no interest in the wild and beautiful scenery. Occasionally Xiao Zhuang goes to a restaurant in Ginza for work, and he can still be seen making love with the hostess.

When I got out of the elevator door, I ran into Mr. Nakahara Nakaya, who lives next door. He is a well-known Japanese racing driver and the pride of Formula Race. When he saw Xiaozhuang, Mr. Nakaya showed sympathy and said, "You are here." .”

"Yes, Mr. Chuya, long time no see."

Nakahara also said succinctly: "There has been no loud yelling from the mackerel next door since noon yesterday. The sound insulation of the house is just like that. If Odasaku is not here, he may allow himself to drown in the ocean of alcohol."

"Ah, thank you for your reminder, Mr. Nakaya." Xiao Zhuangsu had a headache and did not hesitate to politely say, "Are you going to the celebration banquet? I heard that you broke the record again."

"No." Chuya Nakahara said, "I want to accompany my friend's children to the circus to watch a performance."

"Is it Mr. Meilin's magic show?" Xiao Zhuangsu immediately said, "I wish you a happy day."

The strange sympathy in Zhongyuan Zhongye’s eyes did not fade away, he raised his hand and patted Xiao Zhuang’s shoulder, “It’s really hard for you.” His voice was still a little painful, “No world can escape the fate of taking care of mackerel. "

"Ah? Ah."

[I don't quite understand what Mr. Chuya means, he should be talking about taking care of Mr. Dazai, right? ]

Mr. Nakaya's sympathetic gaze was not stopped until the elevator door closed. His gaze brought back Xiao Zhuangsu's memories. Since when did he become the second nanny of Mr. Dazai? It seems to have started since his debut, right?

[Ah, think about it, it’s been a long time ago. At that time, I was still a rookie editor who just joined the library, and the teacher was also a high school student. Since then, the teacher has relied on Mr. Odasaku, and likes to eat crab meat. The drunkenness of the ordinance, and the hobbies at that time have also been retained after so many years. ]

[If no one helps the teacher clean up the room, there will only be dusty bedding and empty wine bottles in his house, and the study room will be a mess, and the books he has read will be piled up on the floor. ]

[Because I couldn't let the teacher live in depression, I couldn't help but start to take care of his life. Is this a natural development process? ]

15 years have passed since then.

"Teacher, teacher, Teacher Dazai?" Xiao Zhuang quickly turned the doorknob, "I'm coming in."

The entrance is quiet, the lights in the hall are not turned on, and the sink is full of glass boxes and plates with leftover food residues. Mr. Odasaku filled his refrigerator before leaving, and Xiao Zhuang also comes to make some delicious food that only needs to be warmed from time to time. frozen food.

As Mr. Nakaya said, on the coffee table and on the bar, wine bottles from different countries across China and the West are piled up everywhere.

[It's really troublesome, Mr. Dazai won't be drunk to death, right? ]

To his surprise, he walked a few steps in and pushed open the half-hidden door of the study, only to see Teacher Dazai sitting in front of the desk consciously, realizing that he was coming from the front desk and trying his best to stretch his neck and shoulders backwards, with an upside-down posture He looked at me and said, "You're here, Xiaozhuang."

"Because of your reminder, I sorted out a lot of interesting letters." With disturbing and weird interest, he told Xiao Zhuang the words that made Xiao Zhuang shudder, "Mr. Baojin, should the police call him Kaidong? What an amazing talent!"

"Whether it's the motive of the behavior, the method of committing the crime, or the final outcome, I really like him too much!"

He announced happily: "He is really a creative junior whom I am proud of."

Xiao Zhuang's expression was almost sad:

[Okay, here comes my worst fear. ]