It turned out that Jieyou left Guangzhao's home that night when both of his friends were asleep and unaware.
He even went back to the place where his motorcycle stalled and got back on his motorcycle.
Somehow, the car's fault seemed to be eliminated again.
Jieyou's mother saw her son's car parked in the yard this morning and thought that her son had gone home, so she went to the room to see him.
But when he entered the room, what he saw was his son's body.
Jieyou died on his bed at home. He lay there with his eyes wide open and his mouth open. His cheeks were stained with tears, and saliva mixed with blood remained at the corner of his mouth. Before he died, he seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying. He was overly frightened, his expression was distorted, and his lips were white.
His hands were stretched out and pointed toward the ceiling.
That unnatural posture didn't look like he was reaching out, but rather like someone pulling his arm hard.
That look was exactly the same as when Qian Zhang and the others found Jie You in the field last night.
Qian Zhang and Guang Zhao immediately rushed to Jie You's home.
They did not directly see the body of their friend, and they only heard about some of the subsequent events.
It is said that when Jieyou died, his two arms had been dislocated and deformed, but they still maintained the straight forward posture, and there was no way to press his arms down no matter what.
In addition, Japanese funerals are usually held in temples or hosted by monks.
Although cremation has become popular now, according to the funeral process and the customs of Akita countryside, the body of the deceased is usually placed in the coffin for three to four days.
But Jieyou's death posture was too weird because he couldn't let go of his hands.
It seems that if the stiff and dislocated arms are not sawed off, a normal coffin cannot accommodate it.
Therefore, a special coffin must be made.
The day after Jieyou's death, a coffin appeared in his home.
That thing wasn't ordered by any of Jieyou's family members. Their custom-made coffin hadn't been finished yet.
It seemed to appear out of thin air. No one knew where it came from. Anyway, when they noticed it, it was already placed in a conspicuous position in the hall.
It was not a normal coffin. Although the length was no different from an ordinary coffin, the height and width were close to two meters, and there was no decoration on the appearance.
And that weird and special coffin actually fits perfectly with Jieyou, who died in a strange way.
It was as if someone had predicted his death in advance and made it tailor-made for him.
Of course, Jieyou's family did not dare to keep the coffin that appeared out of thin air, and finally sent it to the temple and burned it.
What happened next was hearing some things mentioned by the old people near Guangzhao's home.
It is said to be a story passed down by the parents or ancestors of the elderly people, but it is impossible to verify whether it is true or not.
It was only because of Jieyou's mysterious death that people recalled him——
According to legend, the location where Jieyou's motorcycle broke down that night was called Coffin Slope before the Meiji period, or even earlier.
There are craftsmen who make coffins in the Iwakiyama area.
At that time, these coffin craftsmen had a relatively low social status, so the coffins they made and sold were very cheap.
Because of their low social status, the lives of these craftsmen are not much better, and they are often bullied.
In such a difficult-to-make living job, the only way to really make a lot of money is to make special custom coffins.
Because Japanese people were relatively short in the old days, local coffins were generally of a specific size, and the coffins were generally not too big.
If a taller person, such as a person over 1.7 meters tall, dies, the coffin made in a fixed size cannot hold the body of the deceased, so it needs to be customized.
However, at that time, "tall and strong men" who were over 1.7 meters tall were originally a rare and special group of people.
So the order itself for custom coffins is very small.
It is said that there once was a female craftsman in Coffin Slope. Her craftsmanship in making coffins was very good. During the time when she was active, her family accepted orders for customized coffins in the Iwaki Mountain area and even surrounding areas.
By this she had the best life of all coffin-makers.
But this woman is somewhat weird.
Because when making a custom-made coffin, the body shape of the deceased must be known only after the deceased dies and the family comes to entrust it. Moreover, a special coffin must be made before the body rots.
Due to the manual work background at that time, this work was actually quite difficult.
But the female craftsman can always deliver the finished products that customers need quickly. It is because of this that she is able to handle almost all special coffin orders.
But over time, the fellow craftsmen on Coffin Slope inevitably became suspicious of women.
The speed at which she made the coffin was so fast that it was abnormally fast.
The praise rate is 100%, and there is no delivery after the deceased has decomposed, even in the hot summer.
Moreover, the coffins made are very sophisticated, and it definitely doesn't look like they can be made in a short time.
Once suspicion arose, it was obvious at that time what happened next.
Call it jealousy or fear.
Regardless of the psychology behind it, the woman was killed by her peers.
Around a certain time during the Kanto Festival, the woman was beaten into a state of disfigurement by other craftsmen using coffin-making tools, and was finally thrown into a field and buried hastily.
A woman who was a coffin maker made countless fine coffins for others during her lifetime, but after her death, no one made her a coffin, so she was buried casually.
After killing the woman, the craftsmen broke into the house and tried to find out why she could make a customized coffin quickly and well.
Is there any special method or special tool?
In the woman's home, they found some coffins of fixed sizes, as well as several special, ownerless custom coffins that had been made in advance.
In addition, a strange altar that no one has ever seen was found.
Shortly after the woman died, some unknown people from the surrounding area came to Coffin Slope to ask her to order a coffin.
The local craftsmen compared the body data of the newly ordered deceased with several custom-made coffins that had no owners in the woman's home, and found a coffin that matched perfectly.
From this, local craftsmen connected the strange altar found in the woman's home, as well as various strange things.
It is believed that the woman used some method to select specific targets in the surrounding area, kill them with curses or other methods, and made coffins in advance to obtain high-value orders.
Finally, the woman's home was burned down by the craftsmen.
The story ends here.
…
Chiaki Miyake roughly talked about what he had experienced before.
Of course, I didn't go into so much detail. I just briefly told the story of Jieyou's bizarre death, the strange circumstances of his death, and the rumors about the female coffin craftsman.
In order to gain the trust of his brother.
Miyake Kouta was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "So, are you saying that Jieyou's motorcycle stalled that night and his subsequent death was because he encountered the evil spirit of the female craftsman?"
"Yes, yes, brother...and that thing is not only in Akita." Qianzhang's voice trembled, "After returning to Tokyo, I felt that it was following me, it was by my side, and even followed me to my home . So I didn’t dare to go home, so I could only..."
"That's it..."
Kouta didn't know what to say.
So, is this the reason why your brother is acting strangely these days?
I always feel like something is a little strange, but I can’t put my finger on it.
But from the look on his younger brother's face, he didn't seem to be lying, nor was he someone who liked to make such nasty jokes.
He looked genuinely frightened.
"Then, you said that because I have been to your house, the evil spirit of the craftsman is probably haunting me?"
"Yes, brother, I'm not sure, but it's really possible."
"Ah... Tsk." Miyake Kouta sighed, and then stood up from the tatami, "I don't know if what you said is true, but if you feel that you can feel at ease by going to the shrine, then let's go together tonight .”
"Great, great, brother, let's do it now..." Qianzhang became a little happy because he persuaded his brother, but the joyful expression quickly froze on his face and became extremely weird. stand up.
"What's wrong with you?"
Miyake Kouta, who was getting dressed and getting his car keys, looked at his younger brother.
"Maybe, maybe...I'm sorry, brother."
"what are you talking about?"
At this moment--
Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door outside the entrance.
The sound was mixed in with the howling wind and rain outside, but it seemed particularly clear.
"who?"
Miyake Kouta was confused, who else came to the door?
"Don't go there, brother!" Qian Zhang stood up hurriedly and called to his brother. His expression became bleak, and his thin white lips couldn't help trembling, but then he forced out a very strange smile, "Brother, you do you know?"
"what do you know?"
Chiaki Miyake: "It was the first light novel I wrote, the Stick Hero that made me famous. Ha, do you know why I wrote it?"
Kouta stared at his brother with extremely confused eyes.
He didn't understand why his brother suddenly wanted to talk about this.
Moreover, Kangtai has always been reluctant to mention the "Romance of the Heroes of the Stick".
Because this was the beginning of the transformation between the dazzling and the ordinary between him and his brother, and the beginning of the gradual alienation of their brotherly relationship.
Kang Tai knew that he was a very despicable brother. He could not accept the huge success of his originally incompetent brother. In contrast, he could not accept his own mediocrity.
He is jealous of his younger brother.
Therefore, he has always been reluctant to talk about this.
Why bring it up?
But at this time?
Then he heard his younger brother beside him speak again. In a trembling tone, he said something he didn't expect: "I wrote that movie because of my eldest brother."
"I?"
"Yes, because the way my eldest brother swings a baseball bat on the field is really cool. When I was a child, I always thought that my eldest brother was a hero. In fact, he is the same now."
"What are you talking about all of a sudden?"
Strange things happened one after another.
The knocking at the door still didn't stop.
Bang bang bang!
Immediately afterwards, a voice sounded outside: "Brother Kang, are you at home?"
That voice sounded familiar.
And when Kangtai thought of the owner of this voice, he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back and the hair on his head stood on end.
This is Jieyou's voice.
Jieyou is his brother's friend, and Kangtai has met him several times, so he barely remembers his voice.
But isn't he dead?
Bang bang bang!
"Brother Kangta, I'm Jieyou. Listen to me, I saw it, I saw Qianzhang walking into your house. Are you still there? I don't know what he told you, but don't believe him, run away. Qian Akira died in Akita!"
"What's the meaning?"
Miyake Kouta was extremely surprised.
What happened tonight was completely beyond his knowledge.
And at this moment, there was a beep, and the lights in the house suddenly flickered, and the light was uncertain, as if it would disappear into the darkness at any time.
Miyake Kouta turned around and looked at his brother beside him.
In the harsh and dark environment, he saw his younger brother's appearance.
Qianzhang stood there, under the bright and dark light tubes, his eyes wide open, and the white part of the eye holes was completely occupied by blood.
His mouth was open, his cheeks were stained with tears, and saliva mixed with blood remained at the corners of his white mouth.
The arms were twisted and stretched forward in an extremely weird posture, until they seemed to be separated from the shoulder joints, making a cracking sound.
He stood upright in such an extremely weird posture, mumbling vaguely in his mouth that was so open that his jaw almost fell off:
"Brother, I wrote it for you..."
…
It's a little earlier.
Apartment building located in Docklands.
Kamiyagawa held the hilt of Ichimonji's sword and walked up the stairs to the fourth floor.
It was still raining heavily outside, but the voice-activated lights in the corridor were lighting steadily.
Walking to the door of Chiaki Miyake's house on the fourth floor, he stared at it.
That's right, the remaining breath of Kaitan comes from here.
"Ah——Hum——"
Using the breath of Ah Hum to adjust his body, Kamiya raised his foot and kicked hard towards the handle of the security door.
There was a loud bang.
The slightly deformed iron door was opened with a bang.
Such a huge noise alerted the neighbors, and someone poked his head out of the apartment next to him.
Kamiya just waved the countermeasure room certificate in his hand indifferently: "The Metropolitan Police Department is handling the case."
Then he walked into the large apartment openly.
Chiaki Miyake's apartment was dark and the temperature was very low.
After holding the knife and looking around for a while, Kamiya walked towards the master bedroom.
Here he saw a strange large box.
It looked like a coffin, the same length as a normal coffin, but nearly two meters wide and high.
Kamiyakawa had no scruples. He bowed slightly and stepped forward to push open the coffin lid.
There was a person lying in this strange coffin, lying in an extremely weird posture with his hands deformed and rising straight up.
Chiaki Miyake.
When he came here, Kamiya had seen a photo of their studio from Mr. Tsukada, so he recognized the face in the coffin.
Kamiya didn't know how long Miyake had been dead. After all, he was not a professional in this area.
It was estimated that it had been more than three days, and spots had appeared on the surface of the body.
Perhaps because of the extremely low temperature here, there is no obvious odor for the time being.
But I still remember that Mr. Tsukada said that the day before yesterday, Chiaki Miyake called and declined the invitation to join the reorganized Tokuma Studio.
Was he still alive at that time?
