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John's Story: The Monster Without a Name

[A long time ago, somewhere, there was a monster without a name. 】

"Good evening, John."

"Good evening, Mrs. Meryl."

"It's early today too, John."

"Yes. Thanks to you, the work ended early, Mrs. Shicheng."

"John, John, how about showing me this painting! I always feel that something is wrong but I can't tell!"

"I'll see . . . how about a little red here, Mr. Lawrence."

"Whoa! That's right! Just a little more red here...Thank you so much John!"

"you are welcome."

"John~John~ I'll show you, I got full marks this time!"

"Full marks? That's amazing, Li Zheng. You've worked hard."

"Hey hey... that's right! This is the kimchi my mother asked me to bring you! She said she wanted me to thank you for teaching me English, and invited you to my house for dinner this weekend! Come on John! My mother is good at cooking Great!"

"It's a pity, I have other work this weekend. Thank you Mrs. Lee for me."

"Hey - John can't come! It's a pity! Then I will bring some snacks to see you next time. The biscuits baked by my mother are super delicious!"

"Okay, I'll make some black tea and wait for you."

"Hey, John—go on!"

"...Please don't attack suddenly, Daddy Honmura."

"Didn't you catch it? Besides, when I was young, I was the best pitcher on our baseball team! The kind that won the regional trophy! It's just an apple, how could it miss it! Hey, take a sip , These are apples sent from my hometown, Aomori, and you can’t buy such good apples here in Tokyo!”

"(Rubbing on the skirt of the shirt and then taking a bite) Well, it's really a good fruit."

"Right! Hahahahaha! Remember to come and get the fruit later! By the way, I came up with a new solution to the shogi game I played with you last time! Just wait and see, I will definitely beat you this time! "

"John"

"John"

"John"

……

That name was called out from one different mouth after another.The voices of men, women, old and young were like a sea tide, and the man just walked through the tide.

The blond young man named John smiled and responded to the neighbor's kind greetings one by one, quietly walked to the door of his house, and opened the door with a key.

He lives in an apartment building in Ikebukuro, and there are many foreign populations nearby, so his blond hair and typical Western appearance are not very conspicuous here.Maybe it's because there are many old people living around here. The neighborhood relationship is not as cold and indifferent as a big city should be, but unexpectedly full of human touch.

Rather, for this Eastern European youth, this place is a bit too humane.

The relationship between neighbors in a metropolis is naturally not always harmonious and free from filth as described in some film and television works.Rather, because this is a metropolis, people's friction and intrigue are more severe than those in other places.

However, no one can dislike John.

Whether it's a stubborn old man, a narrow-minded housewife, a suspicious office worker, a noisy child, or a teenager with too much self-assertion... No one can dislike this blond young man with a gentle talk and elegant demeanor.

Even the most boring complaints, the most childish fantasies, the most ridiculous wild words, the most outdated old ideas, the most secret and dirty thoughts... This young man will listen to you with a smile, and look into your eyes seriously, To think about the true meaning of your words.He will not ridicule, reprimand, or veto with righteous words.He's always on your side and thinking of you, saying things you didn't even know you wanted to hear from other people.

Who could not love such a young man?

What's more, this young man is so friendly to others, and has such a beautiful face - like an angel, although this is already a rotten description, but it fits him so well.

Who has the heart to put on a cold face to such a man?Who has the heart to speak ill of such a man?

No, there are still.

"—John."

A voice filled with countless complex emotions sounded behind him, the voice contained cold vigilance, boundless nostalgia, faint trembling, almost disappointed sighs... so many emotions were mixed together, it was difficult to distinguish It is clear what kind of mood the person who called him had.

John turned the key to the last position. After a slight click, he turned his head before slowly opening the front door, and showed a gentle and calm smile to the people walking down the steps.

"Long time no see, Anna."

He stared at the blond woman's face that was so similar to his own, and his tone was so normal that he met an old friend he hadn't seen for many years by chance.He even turned a little sideways to signal the other party to come into the house as a guest.

"A former student gave me a good Ceylon tea, come in and have a cup."

There was an imperceptible tremor on the blonde woman's beautiful eyelashes.Those baby-blue pupils looked at John more intently from the shadows, as if trying to confirm the true meaning of his words.Under such scrutiny, John's expression is still calm. Rather, his eyes on the woman he called "Anna" are softer, like an older brother looking at him who is having a temper tantrum. younger sister.

"...Call me Nina."

The blond woman said so, walked down the stairs, and walked into the door that John opened for her.The blond-haired young man smiled slightly, and he closed the door from the inside after the young woman who called herself "Nina" walked into the entrance.

"It doesn't matter if you don't need to change your shoes, just sit on the sofa."

After such a simple greeting, John took off his coat, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, walked to the kitchen, took a kettle and started to boil water.While he was looking for snacks suitable for refreshment in the cabinet and refrigerator, the blonde woman was standing in the living room, silently looking at the apartment room.

She didn't sit down on the sofa as John said, but slowly paced in the living room.Feet in pumps politely walked around the checkered carpet and stopped by the greenery placed by the window.In the well-washed white flowerpots, plants with large green leaves are growing luxuriantly in the moist black soil, and the vigorous appearance shows that they have been well taken care of.Nina's eyes swept over the soft red pillows on the fabric sofa, and stopped on the records in the CD cabinet.

Among the countless CDs of classical music, rock music, folk songs and pop music, there is an album that is different from other well-organized CDs. Half of the girl on the road is not in the deep blue sea water, she is staring at her quietly under the pure white moonlight.

Nina recognized the girl.

The superstar of the last era, the last singer of the 21st century - MANA.

"sit down."

John came out with the brewed black tea. He put down the white bone china teacup without any pattern on the tea table, and put the china plate with cookies in front of Nina.Nina came back to her senses, this time she did not express her resistance with silence, but quietly sat on the seat opposite to John.

The warm aroma of black tea permeates the dead space along with the dense white mist.John picked up the black teacup and didn't drink it, but stared at the golden halo of Ceylon black tea. The beautiful light and shadow fell on his pupils, which seemed to dye the baby blue pupils with an almost unreal color. color.

After a long silence, Nina spoke first.

"I didn't expect you to be here, John."

Yes.

Nina thought.

Who would have thought that the man who messed up the lives of countless people, trampled countless lives and destroyed countless lives, that monster who was chasing destruction... her brother would end up in such a place with him for the first half of his life... What about the countries of the Far East that have nothing to do with it?

No... If you want to talk about contact, there is still.

"Well, I want to see where the Doctor grew up."

John's tone was very ordinary, as if this was really a very ordinary and trivial matter.

Nina was silent.

The "doctor" in John's mouth, Tenma Kenzo, was originally the second son of the president of a general hospital in Japan. Because he admired the medical skills of German hospitals, he chose to study in Germany and became an attending doctor of brain surgery in a large hospital.

He is the one who changed the fate of their siblings many years ago.On that desperate night, in that long night when everything was going to collapse and shatter, it was the doctor who used his superb medical skills to save John who should have died.

He gave a second life to already slain monsters.

More than once.

Not just the flesh.And maybe a soul.

In a sense, it is not necessarily true that Doctor Tianma is the "father" who brought John back to life.

However, the purpose of Nina's visit this time was not to ask John why he was in this country.

"...you've changed a lot, John."

I don't know why, but this sentence was the first to come out.

Yes, from Nina's point of view, John has indeed changed a lot.

The change in appearance is very slight. Compared with his appearance when he was 20 years old, the man in front of him has not changed much.Although the blond hair is a little longer, it is still so bright and plump; the baby blue eyes are still clear and quiet, just like the autumn sea; There was not much difference when she first reunited with him.

What has changed is something else.

For example...

"You wouldn't have put so many things around where you lived before."

The meaning of that sentence is not to say how dirty the room is now.

Even with the most critical eyes, this room, as a single male apartment, is really clean to the point of impeccable.Everything is neatly arranged, all the things that should be stored are placed in the place where they are stored, the windows are cleaned so brightly that no water stains can be seen, the pure white curtains and bright green plants are light in the evening wind Swaying slightly.

but……

But Nina knew what the old John—the John she chased when she was twenty—had his room.

It was a room where no personal likes and dislikes could be seen, and only the simplest layout was kept, leaving no traces of life, no human smell, no room that anyone had lived in and could leave at any time.

Twenty-year-old John wouldn't have a CD player in his room, red throw pillows on the sofa, overgrown greenery by the window, or... The singer's album is in a place where he can get it at any time-even if the female singer is his student.

From the perspective of this room, he had changed...a lot.

Did this country change him... Or, did Doctor Tianma change him?

Nina couldn't help thinking this way.

"People always change."

John just replied lightly.

Nina closed her eyes slightly.

People will always change... So, has your most essential part changed?

"Then, let me ask directly."

Nina settled down, looked straight at John, and threw the question to him.

That was her purpose this time, and that was the fundamental reason why she traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers to such a strange city where the language was not shared, and went through untold hardships to search for an unknown ghost.

"That child named MANA, did you kill it?"

It was a question as sharp as a knife blade, and it was mercilessly thrown at people's faces. No sophistry was tolerated, no pretense was allowed, and the bones were almost cut open to see clearly.

Facing such sharp doubts, John's expression was still peaceful, and even his golden eyelashes never trembled for a moment.

The golden halo of black tea was reflected in his pupils, condensing into a small moon.

—Did you kill her?

The blond youth smiled slightly.

"Are you here for the kid?"

"Yeah." Nina's complexion was not good-looking, "I happened to see a documentary about MANA's death, but I saw you among the interviewees... The murderer who killed that child had no reason to kill her at all, That method...you asked him to do it, right?"

This person in front of him... no, how good this monster is at manipulating people's hearts, few people know better than Nina.

John has a frightening gift for penetrating into the hearts of others. To him, the human heart is like a garden without fences.No matter how good a person is at hiding his sincerity, he has no secrets in front of him. In front of his god-like smile, even the coldest killer will unknowingly entrust his greatest secret to his hands.

Yes, even the most cold-blooded and cruel murderer is no exception.

No matter how twisted the mind is, John can easily approach and win the trust of the other party. Before the other party is aware of it, he has already dominated that person's life.He was like a child fingering the queue of ants, so easily finding what the other party feared most, and then—letting the other party kill the person he wanted to kill.

Yes, like that serial killer named Peter Yukos.

Nina thought quietly.

Gain the favor and trust of the other party, make the other party your friend, and then take that person to the hell he has prepared for the other party.

John filled the dark basement with the things that Yukos feared the most, and in an instant, he turned the murderer who killed 11 girls back into the abused little boy full of fear and hatred— — Then, the old lady who was about the same age as his mother appeared like this.

Yukos, who was completely insane, killed that unfortunate woman as a matter of course-the woman who overlapped with the face of his abusive mother.

In this way, John was completely hidden in the dark, easily manipulating the murderer to get rid of the person he wanted to get rid of.

and so……

[Radio asked me to do it. 】

Maybe others just think it's a crazy talk.However, the moment she heard the murderer's defense, Nina had an extremely clear guess.

— John did it.

It was John who sent the man to kill the child.

But the man whom she doubted so much still asked her a question peacefully with such a godlike smile.

"Have you ever heard that kid sing?"

Nina frowned: "Answer my question, John."

"Mana is perfect in terms of timbre, skill and emotion." John ignored Nina's question, but continued on his own, "However, Mana didn't sing because she likes to sing. She is If you have to sing, you will continue to sing.”

John knew it the first time he heard the kid sing.

The child was loved by singing, but did not love to sing.Even if she has made painstaking efforts for this, even if she has endured unbearable hardships for this, but for her, singing is a responsibility that she has to bear and has to complete from the beginning to the end. Task.

She dedicated everything to singing, but never loved singing from the bottom of her heart.

It's like she sacrificed her life to become a superstar of the times, but never really loved those days of being a superstar.

"That day, I asked her a question."

There was a slight smile in John's eyes, as if the student was sitting in front of him again.Still staring at him with those clear and melancholy eyes, with a slight smile on his pale and tired face, like glass that is about to break, the light that is about to shatter.

—Yes, just like that day.

"Why don't you leave?" John's voice was steady and soft, and the golden eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the clear and almost icy blue in the pupils, "and she said to me, she was waiting for a suitable opportunity."

Having said that, John smiled slightly, raised his eyes, and looked at his sister.

"So I gave her that chance."

——What could be more suitable as the ending of a legend than a grand death?

At this moment, even Nina was speechless.

"Ishikawa is a sad child."

Although he was talking about the murderer who killed his important student, John's voice was still peaceful, just like the clear autumn sky, pure blue, clear blue, high blue, without even a trace of haze.He took a sip of the already cool black tea, and put the teacup on the saucer, the bone china collided with such a tiny sound.

"When he was a student, he was bullied so cruelly that he couldn't go to school at all. During the time he was locked away, he learned to talk to the radio waves and read from such and such radio waves. Taking the message left by his "friend". Because of the long-term isolation, he even lost the ability to work normally. There is no place for him in the real world, so he is looking for his "mission" in the world of radio waves '."

When the precipitation rate reaches 58%, it is the "standby" command.

Someone fell on the platform, someone drowned in the lake, and someone died in an unknown distance. These are all "hints" left by "colleagues" with their lives.

The tiny flawed sound in the radio waves, the sudden interference and variation, are all the signals sent to him by the aliens, and they are the orders from the chief to urge him to act.

That man, just guarding the signal that he can only understand, waiting for the instructions conveyed to him by his imaginary boss.

They are the last line of defense to defend human civilization, and he is the hard-working fighter in this line of defense, the last hope of this radio team.

On that day, a man named Ishikawa received a signal to act.

——For the peace of the world, for the survival of mankind, he must kill the girl named Kuroko Mana.

——If she survives, humanity will be destroyed and civilization will be cut off.

Has that man ever struggled?

Or did he just accept the order without thinking, and even rejoice that such a clear order finally came through the airwaves?

No one knows.

All we know is one thing.

That is, the man stole his father's pistol, hid it, escaped the security check, and successfully entered the Tokyo Dome, which accommodates 30 people. At the end of the concert, he pulled the trigger on the girl singing on the stage.

—He killed MANA.

As for the person who left the concert ticket in his mailbox, who is it?

All the police could find out was that the expensive VIP ticket was purchased three months ago from Shi Chuan's computer with Shi Chuan's own identity information... that's all.

"..."

Nina took a deep breath, restraining the huge chill blowing from behind, and also suppressing the majestic anger surging in her chest.

"I made a mistake in saying something earlier."

Her voice dropped.

"You haven't changed at all, John."

"Does that seem to you?"

John was still smiling.A peaceful, gentle, monster-like smile.

"Then I have only one question left."

Nina took out a small silver pistol from her pocket and slowly pointed it at John.Her blue eyes, exactly the same as John's, stared at him, trembling imperceptibly.

"How did you feel when you killed her?"

That is the final confirmation.

Is the person in front of him the monster from the past, or a person who has... even a slight change.

If he is still a monster, then this time she must...

This is her responsibility.

thought Nina.

It was her responsibility for not killing this monster at that time and keeping him alive again and again...

And John just answered the question with a slight smile and answered the question.

"She is a child who works too hard... I hope this time, she can rest well."

"……………………"

Nina's right hand holding the pistol trembled. She gritted her teeth and pressed her left hand on the handle of the gun, forcing herself to look at the man's face through the front sight.

The man quietly stared at the black muzzle of the gun. After a while, he raised his hand and tapped his finger on the center of his brow.

It's like saying "If it's not here, it won't work".

It was as if she was directing her gun at the deadliest part.

Not provocative, not mocking.

The young man named John nodded his forehead so calmly.

After a long silence that could almost hear the ticking of time, a piercing gunshot broke the silence of the evening.

……

When the residents who were alarmed by the gunshots broke into the room, they saw only the blond woman who fell to the ground in a daze.

The blond youth with inhuman beauty disappeared from this apartment building at some point.

Also disappeared, and the pistol left a small hole in the wall.

Since then, no one has seen the young man named John again.

【Special episode [-] · End】

The author has something to say: In fact, I should update Bakuhao Fanwai first, but I got stuck.So write John's first.

The chapter synopsis is "Monster Without a Name", from Naoki Urasawa's manga "MONSTER".The full text is as follows.

Long, long ago, somewhere, there lived a monster with no name.

The monster really, really wants a name.

So the monster went on a journey, to find the name.

However, because the world is so big, the monster split into two and set out on a journey.

One goes east and the other goes west.

Go east of the monster and find a village.

"—Uncle blacksmith, please give me your name."

"How can a name be given to someone?"

"—If you give me your name, I will enter Uncle's body and make you stronger as a thank you."

"Really, if the strength becomes stronger, I will give you the name."

The monster went into the blacksmith's body.The monster turned into Otto the blacksmith.

Otto became the strongest man in the village.

But, one day...

"Look at me! Look at me! The monster inside me has grown so big."

Kali Kali, gurgling, gurgling, gurgling.The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside.

The monster turned back into a monster without a name.

It was the same in the body of Hans the shoemaker, cali ka lee, gurgling, gurgling, gurgling.It turned back into a monster without a name.

It's the same in the body of Thomas the Hunter, kali kali, gurgling, crunching, gurgling.Still turned back into a monster without a name.

The monster goes to the castle to find a good name.

"—If you give me your name, I will make you stronger."

"If you cure my illness and make me stronger, I will give you my name."

The monster entered the body of the little boy.

The little boy became very healthy.The king was very happy.

"The prince is healed! The prince is healed!"

Monsters are very fond of names for little boys.I also like life in the castle very much, so although I was hungry, I endured it.

Every day, my stomach growled with hunger, but I endured it.

But, because I was so hungry——

"Look at me! Look at me! The monster inside me has grown so big."

The little boy ate the king, the ministers and the servants all.Kali Kali, gurgling, gurgling, gurgling.

One day, the little boy met a monster going west.

"—I have a name, a very nice name." He said to the monster going west.

"I don't need a name. I live happily without a name. Because we are monsters without a name."

The little boy ate the monster going west.

He finally got the name, but there is no one who can call him.

John, what a nice name.