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The human heart is a tomb bearing sins.

The secret past and the memories that are ashamed to be told are buried under the floating soil, and the carving knife of time sharpens the engravings of memory little by little, leaving only vague gray shadows in the end.

A secret is a secret because its owner also forgets it.

When Renye Karasuma opened the document attached to the email, there were actually many guesses.In his life, he has done all sorts of bad things, to the extreme, and even felt at ease for a while.

"Someone in the organization left something behind? Or some unsolved cases that were suppressed were turned up?" The left and right are just evidence of his crime. Apart from these, what else can be used to threaten people?

It would be too naive for Shuji Tsushima to think that these "secrets" could threaten him.

Renye Karasuma has been hiding behind the scenes for nearly half a century, and the word "cautious" is engraved in her bones.A man of sincerity never acts recklessly, every order he gives is dead without proof, the executor's hands are stained with blood, and his scepter is as clean as new.

The leader of an international criminal group across the century, the gentleman who is feared by everyone in the black organization, is known for his ruthless, cautious, and thoughtful mind.

No matter what the "secret" the other party said, he would never go to this Hongmen banquet.

The scroll wheel of the mouse is slowly pushed, and the document page slides down line by line, and the text in black on a white background falls into view.

To his surprise, this is not a "confession", but just looking at the beginning, it looks like a boring story.

"...the baby was crying in the hands of the nurse. His eyelids were glued together, like a newborn mouse, hairless, red skin wrinkled, and the smell of feces was everywhere in the air..."

If the hairless mouse in the article is not called "Karasuma Renye", he may not have noticed the deep malice between the lines.

Shuji Tsushima is famous for his mystery novels. He is good at a series of complex narrative methods such as flashbacks, interludes, and circular narratives, and he is proficient in playing with words.

From the words and sentences, one can vaguely see his contempt and carelessness, looking down on everything from above, and the words reveal an empty nothingness.

But this novel is different.

The straightforward, one-to-one narration is still from the perspective of God before the protagonist is three years old, and it will be No.1 after three years old.Except for the narration, it is full of complicated and trivial psychological descriptions. It only talks about the life of the protagonist, and writes in detail what he eats for three meals a day.

It's not a riveting novel, and Tsushima's fans would rather poke themselves in the eyes than accept the truth if they saw it.

How could someone write such a boring thing!The elementary school student stole the family's gold watch to play the arcade. Such mentally handicapped content is worth writing more than a dozen chapters?

Certainly worth it, this is the protagonist's first crime.No matter how ferocious a criminal is, his first crime must be a trivial matter.

Evil thoughts will gradually accumulate.

Renye Karasuma was sweating with the hand holding the mouse, and the content that others found extremely boring was like thunder in his mind, blasting his nerves one after another.

This is his memory... No, the content of the novel is more detailed than his memory!

This is his life so far!

Flipping through the documents and looking them up in chronological order, it is clear what he ate, drank, and did that day.

What a standard documentary literature, it's like a camera has been shooting at him since he was born, and it follows him like a shadow.

He has no privacy, no secrets, worse than "The World of Truman". At least Truman will not be known about his mental activities, and even his heartfelt voice will be played on the public screen for people to read.

The long-forgotten youthful past was dug out of the grave, and the immature and ridiculous youthful thoughts were spread out in the sun for people to read.

Those boring psychological descriptions, every word and every sentence is what he thinks in his heart!

In the dead of night, what he forced himself to forget was put on the table by that person, forcing him to recall it again, forcing him to deepen the impression, so that he could never forget it and never convince himself again.

Who hasn't done some embarrassing things in their life that they dig out three rooms and one living room with their toes on the ground?Do you know how hard it is to forget your black history?

you know?You know and write it for others!I need people to watch it!Embarrassment and cancer are about to be committed, wash your eyes and wash your eyes.

Renye Karasuma watched his namesake protagonist grow up, go through a boring student life, and reach middle age, and the story suddenly became exciting.

The protagonist is no longer the kid who steals the gold watch and plays the arcade. He holds a sharper butcher knife and cuts the throat of the prey flowing with money and blood.

A series of criminal incidents are narrated from the first perspective of the murderer, the motive of killing, the method of killing, the psychological activities in the process, and the ending after the incident...

Following the words written by Shuji Tsushima, readers can stand at the scene of the crime personally, look down and see that they are holding a sharp knife in their hands, with a fierce and cold aura, the scarlet blood spreading on their face is scorching, and their heartbeat stops suddenly .

Shuji Tsushima did not change the narrative method, and still used a lot of psychological descriptions in a straightforward manner. The camera directly illuminated the protagonist, cutting his heart open under the spotlight.

The innocent boyhood and the gradually decaying middle age, the secrets of the Twilight Pavilion are buried with the scholars who were killed in the pavilion until a detective arrives to reveal the truth.

The latter part is enough to write several mystery novels. Tsujima Shuji may be impatient to write so many words, so he carried them with a few strokes. The proficiency and casualness revealed in the strokes made Renya Karasuma's teeth chatter.

Where did this monster come from?Is he really a person?

Karasuma Renya slumped on the chair and moved back, the wooden chair scraped against the floor and made a harsh friction sound.He didn't respond, his pupils staring at the computer were filled with horror, as if some evil spirit was about to come out of the screen and goug his eyes.

"If you don't want others to know the secrets in the email, just come to the appointment alone." The understatement of the words in the email revealed the real sharp fangs.

"Secrets in the email", just a few words, it is not the evidence that Renye Karasuma thinks, nor is it a threat of viciousness.

It is as plain as an unlocked diary, every word and every sentence is contraindicated and taboo!

Can not be known, no one can know.The secret buried in the grave, only the dead will sleep with it.

What should I do?

They are almost a hundred years old, Karasuma Renye is not as reckless as Lengtouqing even if he is overwhelmed by fear and anger, he will not act impulsively.

Renye Karasuma stared at the invitation letter at the beginning of the email with a complicated expression, and tapped the crutch with her fingers, hesitating.

Osamu Dazai didn't give him the right to choose, he was certain Renye Karasuma would come, and he would come alone.

— because he couldn't afford to break the contract.

Cautious people are always suspicious, and there are very few people in the black organization who are trusted by Renye Karasuma, and the trust he gave was not enough for him to send the other party to snatch his "Book of Life" with confidence.

Instead, he could choose to send his subordinates to kill Shuji Tsushima, then silence him, and use the corpse to bury all the truth.

But the question is, who is Shuji Tsushima?where is he?What is his purpose in luring Renya Karasuma into the trap?

There were no answers to these questions, and the competent subordinates searched for so long, and they didn't even catch a hair on the opponent's tail.

"You meet your opponent." After a long time, Renye Karasuma sighed with emotion, and landed heavily on her crutches.

Go to the appointment and go to the appointment.Even though the opponent is full of fog, this is a scientific world. The limit of human beings is physical-physical interaction, and the most powerful weapon is always a gun.

He is old, but his skills are still there, the armed forces of the organization are still there, and he still has the strength to fight.

To put it bluntly, he, a Mafia, can't beat a literary youth who writes novels?

Does not exist, impossible.

Shuji Tsushima laughed at him for only hiding behind the scenes, but didn't he himself only stay behind the screen to provoke?When it comes time to use a real knife, maybe the other party will be frightened and cry.

If a young man doesn't talk about martial arts and provokes an old man, he has to learn a lesson and pay with blood.

The rent of the Tokyo Opera House is high, and there are rehearsals before the official performance. The theater is reserved early, and no one else is allowed to enter.

The e-ticket sent by Shuji Tsushima can only be used on the day of the performance.Renye Karasuma sent someone to ask, and the theater was surrounded by hired security guards so tightly that not even a fly could fly in.

"It is said that Shuji Tsushima has been living in the theater recently and personally directs the performances of the actors. He is very concerned about his own safety, and even his editor-in-charge cannot enter the theater to find someone." A message came from a subordinate, "He pays the security guards a high salary. We’re not good at poaching corners.”

This is good news, Karasuma Renye thought, the more the other party cared about his own life, the more it represented his own weakness.

The reason why Shuji Tsushima asked him to meet in the theater was to take advantage of the home field and use the terrain to win in the dark and complicated environment of the theater.

The security guard he hired was from a formal security company. No matter how much money he gave, the other party would not be able to take his life on his shoulders. Shuji Tsushima had no organization behind him, and he was desperate and desperate.

Renye Karasuma, as the party that went deep into the enemy's camp, knew a truth: the weapons were not enough, and a surprise was needed to win.

He has been led by the other party for too long, and has been led by the rhythm. It is time to move the situation back to his side.

Catch him off guard!

Three days before the official performance and the second day of rehearsal, a middle-aged and elderly man wrapped in black came to a secret and unknown back door of the Tokyo Opera House in the evening.

He wore valuable leather gloves, and in his hand he carried a metal cane with the family crest of the raven totem engraved on it.

The rehearsal actors had just left the theater, and the theater burned by money was empty, and the security guards on duty waved their flashlights around, ignoring where the man was standing.

The cold and hard firearms were hidden under the hem of the windbreaker, and the snipers squatting on the building next door to the theater were ready to go. There was a rustling sound from the earphones stuffed in their ears: "Safe. Boss, you can enter."

The correspondent is a slayer trained by Karasuma Renye, and he will keep his mouth shut after this mission.

But at this moment, the loyalty of the dead is impeccable. The infrared telescope did not see the enemy ambushing nearby, and the place was cleared early.

"Continue to monitor." Renye Karasuma raised her hand and unscrewed the door in front of her. With a creak, the door opened.

There was no light inside the door, and a long corridor led to the back of the stage, with no end in sight.

Renye Karasuma stepped into the empty theater alone, and the external light source condensed into a bunch at the bottom of his feet, getting thinner and thinner.

The figure of the man was gradually engulfed in black, like walking into a bottomless abyss.

The door slammed shut behind him, cutting off the last ray of light.

Da da, in the dead silence, only the sound of footsteps echoed endlessly.