Chapter 46 He died because of me
In the evening, as the sun was setting, the small hotel became lively.
The students of Class A finally arrived at their destination. They were as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year. They entered the hot springs one by one, playing with each other, and refused to come out after soaking in the bathtub. The hotel owner also laughed. He didn't expect that business would be so prosperous at the beginning of the tourist season. He would definitely make a lot of money this year.
Fushimi Lu was awakened by the noisy movement downstairs. He was almost asleep. He stretched and sat up. He felt aches everywhere in his body. He thought that sleeping on a tatami was not as comfortable as sleeping on a bed.
When he looked up, he saw Yuan Yuzi huddled in the corner opposite the kotatsu, looking guilty.
Fushimi Shikama was wondering what kind of thing she was smoking. Before she could ask, someone suddenly knocked on the door: "Is Tamako-san here?"
Yuan Yuzi was startled. She hurriedly got into the kotatsu and said in a muffled voice: "No, no!"
Fushimi Shika was confused. He lifted the quilt and saw Minamoto Tamoko lying on it in a soil seat position, burying her face in her elbows and shrinking into a ball: "What bad thing did you do?"
"Shh!" Minamoto Tamako raised her finger to signal Fushimi Shika to stop talking.
The latter didn't know why, so he got up and opened the door.
Masahiro Shiratada was wearing a yukata, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and was standing outside the door rubbing his hands and stamping his feet. It was obvious that he had not yet calmed down. He just had a phone call with the police academy, and the school had already sent a bus to pick him up. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he wanted to talk to the two students.
When he saw Fushimi Shika opening the door, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he didn't say much. He just sighed in his heart that it's great to be young. Others who have worked diligently for ten years are not as good as this guy who casually walked into the police station. daughter...
"Can we chat for a few words?" Masahiro Shirakata glanced into the room: "Don't bother me, okay?"
Looking at his expression, Fushimi Luguang guessed that he had misunderstood something. If he took the initiative to explain, it would only make things worse. It was better to invite people in openly: "It's convenient, please come in."
The bedroom was warm and there was no strange smell.
Shiratama Masahiro glanced around and found Minamoto Tamako lying next to the futon, looking around. When he saw someone coming in, he immediately shrank back.
He sat cross-legged on the tatami, coughed, and opened his mouth to speak, but fell silent again.
Fushimi Shika took the initiative to ask, and Shiratama Masahiro said calmly: "Some words are really hard to say..."
"Yeah."
Fushimi Shika didn't urge him, he sat by the kotatsu and peeled oranges by himself. Minamoto Tamako peeped through the gap in the kotatsu, secretly urging instructor Shiratama to walk quickly.
The cigarette burned slowly at his fingertips, and a piece of incense ash fell on the tatami. Masahiro Shirada came to his senses, took out three things from his yukata pocket, and placed them on the ground.
A bullet covered with green patina, a rusty police gun, and an old black notebook.
"Eh?!"
Yuan Yuzi screamed, raised her head suddenly, and hit the table. The kotatsu was shaken, and Fushimi Shika was hit on the elbow. He lost his grip on the freshly peeled orange and rolled onto the tatami.
Yuan Yuzi ignored her headache and crawled quickly on all fours like a hamster. She got closer and stared at the warhead on the ground, her eyes became cross-eyed: "C-could it be...this is the bullet on the skeleton? But why?" Instructor Bai Tian, why did you steal it?”
Masahiro Shiratada smiled bitterly, and his old-fashioned face finally looked a little fragile.
He took a deep breath of cigarette, and when he exhaled the smoke, he said with difficulty: "Actually, I know him..." "Oh, yeah!!!"
Yuan Yuzi raised her head suddenly, her eyes widened, thinking, no, right? Isn’t it possible that Instructor Baitian also killed someone? Was her police academy career actually led by two murderous instructors? !
She was startled and suddenly made too much noise. Shiratama Masahiro had no choice but to explain: "It's not what you think. I didn't kill him..."
He paused and finally spit out the words that were stuck in his throat: "But he died because of me."
"What do you mean?" Yuan Yuzi looked confused.
Fushimi Shika leaned against the kotatsu and peeled another orange. For such a large melon-eating scene, it would be a pity not to have some snacks. Eating snacks while the prisoner is confessing is the right way to watch a suspense movie!
"His name is Natsume Shiro," Shirada Masahiro whispered softly, recounting his long-buried thoughts: "He used to be the owner of an izakaya."
Minamoto Tamako remembered something and was about to ask, but she heard Masahiro Shirada continue: "About eight years ago, Natsume Shiro found that his memory had declined seriously and he often forgot what he was going to do. He even went to the racecourse to buy something. I forgot to redeem the tickets.”
"The family took him to the hospital. After examination, it was confirmed that he had Alzheimer's disease... In layman's terms, it is Alzheimer's disease."
"He began to forget things, forget people, forget to eat, and even forgot how to speak. The children at home work outside all year round, so I have to find him every time."
"At that time, I was just a small patrolman in a small town. My daily job was either to help retrieve cats and dogs, or to send Mr. Shiro home who was wandering around."
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"At that time, I was very tired of this boring job and made up my mind to apply for the criminal police force. But every time when I was studying, residents would report to the police saying, 'Mr. Natsume is missing again'... I had no choice but to I can put aside my studies and look for him everywhere in the town.”
"One day, he told me that he wanted to go mountain climbing. I was confused and didn't take it seriously. Later I found out that he had told his family the same thing, and his family also didn't take it seriously. Keep things in mind.”
"As time passed, he became more and more confused and couldn't remember anything."
"After I became a criminal police officer, I occasionally went back to the town to visit him. He still kept saying 'climb the mountain, climb the mountain, climb the mountain'... My family didn't understand why he suddenly had to climb the mountain every day."
"Until one day, he disappeared in the mountains. Also missing with him was my police gun."
Masahiro Shirata lowered his head in pain, and the bitterness on his face could no longer be concealed: "Isn't it stupid? I had my gun stolen by an Alzheimer's patient."
The electric kotatsu made a crackling sound. He had finished smoking a cigarette in his hand, but the cigarette butt was still trembling on his fingertips.
Silence fell in the room.
After a long time, Yuan Yuzi broke the silence first: "But why did he steal a gun and go to the mountains to commit suicide?"
Masahiro Shirata lit another cigarette, as if he had been relieved of a burden: "For so many years, I didn't understand, and even resented Natsume Shiro. But later, I figured it out, everything was my fault, I don't I hope some students will make the same mistake again, so I organized this graduation exam.”
"If he were still alive, he would be 76 years old now, right?"
"Maybe it was fate that I met his skeleton in the mountains. Mr. Shiro left a diary. After reading it, I decided to confess the truth to you."
(End of chapter)