We parted ways with Tayama Sunao-san, the old man in a track suit, and left the Ubasute Apartments. As we walked back down the winding brick road in the manmade woods, I sensed obvious malice.
âThis narrow, winding road⊠Detective, you couldnât get a car down here, could you? Even using a bike or motorcycle would be dangerous with all the bumps from these roots. Those old people have weak legs and backs, so theyâre trapped here and kept from shopping properly.â
âLook, meaningless height differences have been added in to prevent anyone from leaving the road and cutting straight through. These are two or three meter stone walls made with modern technology.â
Walking back and forth on this horrible road would wear down the old people. That would prevent them from purchasing as much food or other items for everyday life. And without food, they would be even further worn down. It was practically a deadly mountain path.
âAnd Tayama-san was collecting rainwater in buckets because drinking water is precious. Does that mean what I think it does?â
âThey canât rely on the tap water since it can be shut off without warning. Are you suggesting they use the rainwater after filtering it? But arenât the clouds over the city full of exhaust fumes? And even water goes bad, so you canât store it forever in buckets like that.â
I couldnât believe it either, but an unimaginable situation was underway in those Ubasute Apartments. It was still happening.
âBut supermarkets and convenience stores deliver these days, right? Tayama-san and Nezu-san were both dressed well enough, so they have some money to spare, donât they? Why donât they use something like that?â
âThere may be some kind of trap keeping them from escaping or asking anyone for help.â
The ancient Ubasute Mountain had been considered a sacred place. Even as you threw someone away there, you would clasp your hands in fear that they would hold a grudge. In the same way, the Ubasute Apartments were set up to be isolated from Tokyo as a whole.
âAnyway, we have no more clues at the moment. We need to cool our heads and might as well deal with whatever Tomoe-chan needs. This is the problem with reality. You donât get to focus on a single case like in the police dramas.â
âAnd why did a dark aura envelop you as soon as I brought up Tomoe-chan? I get the feeling youâre about to shoot red light from your eyes. And stop swinging your scarf around like a morning star. Um, what is that thing? A Rokuro Dog? Youâre going to stretch it.â
âIt isnât a Rokuro Dog! Itâs Suneky the Sunekosuri!!â
Oddly enough, Hachikawa Tomoe-chan had asked me to meet her at an elementary school in Sugamo.
I found her near the schoolâs gate in a beige blazer. A young man who seemed to be a teacher was with her.
Right off the bat, Tomoe-chan put her hands on her hips and puffed out her cheeks.
âHonestly!! Youâre way, way, way too late! This is an emergency, so why didnât you drive up with sirens blaring!? Why are you on foot!?â
âTooomoooeeeâŠ. Iâd like to have a word with you. If you donât answer honestly, Iâll have to break out my mongoose style. Shahhh!!â
I ignored the idiot and asked what was going on.
âUm, what exactly did you need in such a hurry?â
âItâs a super emergency!!â
âSuper?â
âSuper super!!â
That ridiculous exchange showed just how panicked she was.
But the next thing she said was more than enough to make someone panic.
âMy cousin Takkun â Toujou Takumi-chan â is missing! No, itâs not just her. About five kids in the group she always hangs out with have gone missing!!â
What!? This is no joking matter! This has suddenly turned into a kidnapping!?
All my hair stood on end, but the teacher used a handkerchief to wipe sweat from his brow and corrected her with a weak smile.
âWe donât know for sure theyâve been kidnapped. They just havenât been seen at home or school.â
âSo thereâs no reason to think thereâs been a crime?â
âThe students were looking forward to the field trip. It was only to a nature park a few train stations away. I thought they might have been upset the field trip was cancelled and left on their own, so Iâve contacted the campground. Simply put, the children arenât missing because something happened. Theyâre sticking to the original plan even after something happened and those plans were canceled.â
I wanted to know whether the teacher actually believed that or simply didnât want to cause a bigger commotion, but it was hard to tell just from the look on his face.
Meanwhile, Tomoe-chan could not seem to calm down.
âWeâre not talking about middle schoolers like us! Theyâre in elementary school! They canât go camping on their own! They wouldnât even be able to get food for themselves! And someone would notice!!â
âThe children have made curry in cooking class and we had prepared a fair amount of portable food. Besides, children seem to like restrictive environments. Theyâll climb under the kotatsu or gather in the cold, cramped space under the stairs. And Iâm not sure how serious the other parents are about this being kidnapping. None of them have called the police yet. I would rather not say this, but I doubt they actually think this is such a big deal. Or rather, I think theyâre afraid of having this turn out to be nothing after they make a huge deal out of it.â
There were idiots who called the police for ridiculous reasons like âthereâs a cockroach in my roomâ or âitâs hot, so go buy me a popsicleâ. The recordings would be aired on TV during a year-end special, but the opposite happened too. Some people would be too afraid of being embarrassed and fail to call during an obvious emergency.
âThatâs why I called in the detective. If itâs nothing, he can just leave. And if there is something to it, he can deal with it as soon as possible. Can you do that?â
âI have no reason to say no.â
âSigh⊠If thatâs what you want to do, but make sure you say she was the one that reported this. Honestly, all of the parents and guardians are too on edge. In fact, everyone in this area seems to be.â
â?â
I frowned and the teacher shrugged.
âWell, I only transferred here recently, so maybe I just havenât gotten used to the atmosphere yet.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âWhenever something even slightly strange happens â for example, a stray cat tearing open a trash bag or a tree in someoneâs yard dying due to improper care â for some reason, they allllll blame the old people from those apartments. Theyâre doing the same thing with these disappearances. I am worried about the children who never showed up at school, but their accusations are way off base. Taking them seriously has only wasted our precious time and scared all of you.â
âWait. Mister, what do the Ubasute Apartments have to do with this?â
âBesides, those old people only ever stopped by to teach the children origami or how to make bamboo copters. âŠSorry, what was that?â
âI was asking why you had brought up the Ubasute Apartments.â
The Mystery Freak slowly repeated herself and the teacher responded as if this was all perfectly normal.
âHave you ever heard of extramural exchange lessons? Basically, people rent out the classrooms and schoolyard afterschool and tell old stories or teach the kids how to make crafts. Normal citizens take part to teach the kids about the local area and its history.â
âUm, what about it?â
âThe old people from those apartments were helping with that. But then an old man named Tayama brought a small sword into the school, claiming it was to teach the kids how to make bamboo copters.â
âOh,â I groaned.
If a sensitive helicopter parent saw that, it would create a misunderstanding on the level of false molestation accusations on a train.
âOne of the students cut their finger, so it caused quite an uproar. In the end, the extramural exchange lessons were canceled indefinitely.â
âSo those old people are hated because of that?â
âNo, that was only the last straw. The people here, well, for some reason theyâre very sensitive when it comes to the old people of those apartments. Theyâre always on edge about them. The housewives use their cellphones and a private website to work together and upload the location of any of the old people they run across. Theyâre marking out the range of those old peopleâs everyday lives like theyâre criminals. I donât see how the old people can go shopping like that. And I canât tell you why everyone hates them so much.â
It was certainly a strange situation, but Tomoe-chan gave even more information.
âMy aunt was like that too. She normally never badmouths anyone, but she had no problem badmouthing the old people from those apartments like it was nothing.â
âHey, Mystery Freak.â
âWhat a coincidence, detective. I was just thinking Wankashi Real Estate might have something to do with this.â
Something was isolating those people.
Something was affecting the locals who had lived here for a long time but not affecting outsiders like us.
Something was separating out those old people even in the great metropolis of Tokyo.
I knew speculation could be dangerous, but I was having trouble connecting this kidnapping with the old people who would rather disappear than cause anyone any trouble. For one thing, if the parents were constantly monitoring those old people with their private site, they couldnât possibly have kidnapped anyone.
ButâŠ
âWas there any deeper connection between the old people and the children? What did the children think of the extramural exchange lessons? Were they as harsh to the old people as the other locals?â
âNot at all. If the children hadnât liked it, those old people would have stopped coming. They were volunteers, so it wasnât their job or anything.â
âDid the children and the old people get along?â
âYes, I even have proof. I probably shouldnât show you this for privacy reasons, but I can make an exception for a police officer.â
After that, we ended up following the teacher toward the school building. I exchanged a few words with the Mystery Freak as he guided us.
âWhat do you think?â
âItâs hard to say. And Mystery Freak, you arenât trying to say the missing children really have something to do with those old people, are you?â
âNot that. Iâm thinking this might have to do with Wankashi Real Estate.â
âWaitâŠâ
âThe managers of the Ubasute Apartments wanted to isolate those old people, so they wouldnât have been a fan of those extramural exchange lessons.â
âSo they kidnapped the children to silence them? That isnât how they do things. Their client asks them to kill off the target, but they let them wither away in the abandoned buildings without taking any direct action. Theyâve constructed a modern Ubasute Mountain, so I doubt they would dirty their own hands like that.â
âWhat if something happened that forced their hand?â
The teacher did not head for the main entranceway. The faculty room was apparently on the first floor and we cut through a small side door as a more direct route.
After some rummaging around inside, the teacher returned.
He carried a few dozen A4-sized papers.
âI found them. This is what I was talking about. This should show that the children had accepted those old people. To be honest, I was taken aback when I first saw these, but this is what they really think. I just have to accept that.â
I thought these were some kind of document, but they were not.
I flipped through the papers while the Mystery Freak and Tomoe-chan leaned in from either side.
âI canât believe this,â I finally said.
Those old people were trapped in the Ubasute Apartments and some children had suddenly vanished on the way to school.
Those two incidents fit together perfectly.
Part 10 (Uchimaku Hayabusa)
We went right back to the Ubasute Apartments. Hachikawa Tomoe-chan must have been worried about her cousin Takumi-chan because she followed us.
It was already evening and each second that passed felt like wasted time.
Tayama Sunao-san must have liked gardening because he was out weeding the flower garden.
He was one of the old people who could not descend the deadly mountain even though he knew how it worked.
âWhat are you doing here? I thought I told you to leave us alone.â
âI canât do that. Anyway, this might take a while. I know questioning you is impolite, but is there anywhere we can speak more comfortably.â
âFine. Then come with me.â
He didnât like it, but the man did not drive us away. As he had mentioned before, he really did like this lively atmosphere. He showed us the way to the large rec room on the first floor of the apartment building. It was probably meant for eating snacks while chatting. It had plenty of tables and chairs, but the drink and bread vending machines by the window were powered down.
We sat at one table and I started by listing five names.
âIgami Susumu-kun, Nagamaki Megumu-chan, Umesaka Satoshi-kun, Kayama Hayate-kunâŠand Toujou Takumi-chan. Do you recognize those names?â
âThose names⊠What about them?â
âTheyâve disappeared.â
At first, the old man didnât seem to know what I meant. But understanding gradually seeped into his mind and his face paled.
The Mystery Freak and Tomoe-chan had decided to simply listen for the time being.
The adults, Tayama-san and me, were the only ones to speak.
âI have of course submitted a search request and made emergency arrangements, but that alone is not enough. I donât like to admit it, but randomly searching a wide area without narrowing down the possibilities is a good way to not find what youâre looking for. So I want your help. I want you to narrow down the possibilities.â
âIâll do anything if it means saving those childrenâŠbut what can I do?â
âWankashi Real Estate,â I cut in. âI want to convince the higher ups theyâre involved and focus on them, but I donât have enough data at the moment. So I want your knowledge. You know how they work.â
âWait a second. Those people are attacking those of us in these apartments. What would they have to do with the children!?â
âTayama-san, weâve heard about the extramural exchange lessons. That had to be the one remaining joy for you before the incident with the sword.â
He had smiled and said it had been a long time since heâd been around âanyone so livelyâ.
He had not been recalling his son and daughter-in-law who had abandoned him in this concrete mountain. He had probably been thinking of the contact with those children during the extramural exchange lessons.
On those days, during that short time, those old peopleâs hearts may have briefly descended from the deadly mountain.
âHow do you think all that looked to the children? Did you ever think about that?â
âWellâŠto be honest, Iâm not sure. They may have been interested in my old stories or they may have been bored by them. I was really only volunteering for my own self-satisfaction. As long as I was happy, I didnât ask for anything else.â
He was interrupted by a rustling sound.
I had taken out the papers the teacher had given me and I had placed them on the table.
âThen look through these. This will explain everything.â
âThese?â
He reached his wrinkled hands toward the papers.
That kind of paper was almost never used in the modern age of word processors.
They were writing papers.
âThe school asked them to write about an adult they looked up to. The teachers probably wanted them to write about their parents or teachers. Apparently, parentsâ day was approaching, so they wanted to show these off to the parents. âŠBut it didnât go as planned.â
ââŠâ
âOne student wrote about the old woman who would tell them old stories. One wrote about the old man who taught them how to play kendama or otedama. One wrote about the old man who taught them how to make bamboo copters. The entire class wrote about all of you. In the end, the teachers didnât hang these up on the wall to make sure the parents didnât see them. The parents are unnecessarily hostile toward the people in these apartments, after all.â
ââŠâ
âBut you got through to them. Just as you were saved by teaching those kids, they were saved by learning from you. And thatâs why the children noticed something from their contact with you. And they couldnât ignore it. They saw some old people trapped in some invisible system and they decided to save you.â
ââŠâ
At first glance, the essays seemed to talk about how amazing, interesting, and kind the old people were.
But that wasnât all.
At points, something more was present:
âThey donât seem very happy. Iâm really worried.â
âSomeoneâs being mean to them. I canât let that happen.â
âIâll save her. Weâre making a secret group to do that.â
And that led to my conclusion.
âWhile the children were pretending to be detectives after school, the must have stumbled upon the truth. They found something Wankashi Real Estate canât allow to get out. So the company was forced to act directly to silence them. They disappeared around the time of the canceled field trip, so thatâs about two days. Please help us! Itâs the only way to save the children who were trying to save you!!â
Even I knew that was not a fair way to ask.
If Wankashi Real Estate was destroyed, the old people might lose their illegal home here. The people abandoned in the Ubasute Mountain would have no one to rely on in a new town, so they had no one at all and could not hope for a place to live. I knew that, but I tried to do my job even if it meant crushing these old peopleâs lives underfoot.
And yetâŠ
âFine. Iâll convince the others, so ask whatever you want. I never really wanted to live too long anyway, but itâs been a while since I had a reason not to die right away.â
The old man did not hesitate in the slightest.
This was not an abandoned life.
I was clearly speaking with a living human being.
âSo please. If it will increase the odds of saving those children in the slightest, I am willing to bet my life on it.â
Part 11 (Uchimaku Hayabusa)
Tayama Sunao-san admitted he had heard this was related to a Yamanba.
âI donât know what exactly that means, but it seems to be what isolates the Ubasute Apartments. It creates trouble going shopping, isolation from the neighbors, false accusations, a bad reputation, and any number of other things. It seems to mainly affect the negative emotions of those outside the apartments.â
A Yamanba was an old lady Youkai that lived in the mountains. They were famous for eating people, but there were also legends of them giving advice to the villagers and providing excellent hospitality.
âBut how is a Yamanba involved? I doubt the system simply places the apartments as Ubasute Mountain and the old people as the Yamanba.â
âLetâs go over what information we have, detective. For one, what kinds of things are happening between the apartments and the surrounding area?â
âThe local people have an excessive hatred of the old people here, right? But outsiders like us or the teacher who only recently moved here arenât affected. The children arenât either.â
âThereâs one more thing,â cut in Tomoe-chan. âWhenever they try to explain something, it ends up becoming a rumor about how those old people have harmed them. Something turns those old people into aggressors in their minds.â
âThe Yamanba is a well-known Youkai, so there are a lot of different legends. But thereâs one thatâs caught my interest.â
â?â
âWhenever they do something bad, it tends to be trying to eat someone, but sometimes they bring widespread disease or disaster instead. Thereâs a story about that in Tokyo even. When a Yamanba attacked, someone shot her with an arrow and killed her, but a great curse came from her corpse and filled the village with disease. In the end, they chopped her corpse into forty-two pieces, made a burial mound for each one, and sealed them inside the mounds in order. That brought an end to the curse.â
Widespread disease.
Something the locals naturally detested.
Something that allowed the old people to be aggressors while also being fragile corpses.
It did fit the situation.
Just as no one wanted to approach the rotting corpse at the source of the disease, this malice amplification Package made the locals hate the Ubasute Apartments and the old people living there.
At the very least, it fit the image surrounding the Ubasute Apartments more than the monstrous Yamanba that chased travelers around with a knife or the hard to please Yamanba that gave advice to the villagers.
I decided to assume this was the type of Yamanba that spread a curse after death.
âBut wouldnât that mean Wankashi Real Estate is using a corpse as part of their Package!?â
âThat isnât all that surprising,â said Tayama-san. âA person or two is found dead here every month. Not even those of us who live here know how many have died in all.â
âIâm not so sure thatâs it,â said the Mystery Freak. âA corpse that can be carried out and cremated lacks the permanence needed for a Package component. Itâs possible the role is passed on each time someone else dies, but they have no guarantee they can secure a corpse at a momentâs notice. When someone dies generally comes down to luck. In that case, the role of the corpse was probably given to something more stable and permanent.â
âL-like what? Is there something creepy hidden in these apartments?â
Tomoe-chanâs shoulders tensed as she asked that, but I had already found the answer.
So I gave it.
âAkasabi-san. Everyone here knows the story as something they donât want to happen to them, but no one knows who that person was before they died. Itâs a faceless corpse that had to have been here but that no one knows anything more about.â
It was Tayama-san who objected to that.
âBut how are you going to investigate Akasabi-san? Not even I know which room they lived in. Or more accurately, there are too many theories to know for sure.â
âCan you write out all of the candidates you can think of, mister?â
âI supposeâŠâ
The old man began writing building and room numbers on a piece of paper. At first glance, it looked like a strange code.
âThatâs about it.â
âNow then, mister, which of these are obvious fakes that have nothing to do with someone who died alone? How many in all?â
âWait a second⊠In all it would beâŠforty-two of them. âŠAh!?â
âYes, the same number as the burial mounds used to seal the Yamanbaâs disease.â
Part 12 (Hachikawa Tomoe)
To be honest, the detective and Enbiâs verbal game of catch was too fast for me to follow. I could only watch on in confusion as the two of them dug even further toward the truth.
âBut wait. If the Yamanbaâs corpse has been chopped up and sealed in the mounds, wouldnât that end the disease? Wankashi Real Estate wants to spread the disease to isolate these old people, so that doesnât fit.â
âDetective, were you even listening to what I said? To end the disease, you need to chop the Yamanbaâs corpse up into forty-two pieces and seal them in the forty-two mounds âin orderâ.â
âYou meanâŠif you intentionally get the order wrongâŠâ
âThe disease continues. And at the same time, it lets you correct the order to stop the Package if something unexpected occurs. Thatâs the ideal Package assembly, isnât it?â
That seemed to convince them, but I was still confused.
âD-do you mean forty-two of the rooms count as burial mounds and something is hidden in each one? But how many options are there for rearranging those things in the right order! That goes well beyond the possibilities for a cellphone passcode!!â
âBut itâs better than nothing. At the very least, we can try.â
âAlso, what even is it thatâs hidden in this Akasabi-san personâs room!?â
âThatâs what weâre about to find out.â
The detective and Enbi stood up at the exact same moment and ran off somewhere. I was still confused, but the old man in a track suit simply shrugged. I bowed and then ran after the other two.
Meanwhile, I felt a strange sense of impatience.
I was afraid of being left behind and I didnât understand the world those two lived in.
They ran up to the second floor, opened one of the many doors lining the hallway, and stepped inside the room. The evening sun dyed the empty room in the bright colors of a lonely mountain and the two of them wordlessly worked together to search the room.
âHey, detective. What do you actually think is hidden here?â
By sitting on the detectiveâs shoulders in her swimsuit-like outfit, Enbi found something in the wiring space above the ceiling.
âFound it. This isâŠan artificial bone maybe?â
She set it on the floor wrapped in a handkerchief and we all looked down at it.
Um, what is this? Its smooth like glass and it looks like a piece of some kind of ceramic.
âThis is what they call a murder without a corpse.â
When I looked puzzled, he explained further.
âThese days, you can charge someone with murder even if they dissolved the bones in a bathtub full of powerful acid. You just need some proof that a corpse was there: bloodstains, implants, hair, or artificial bones.â
âFortunately, artificial bones tend to be made from glass. They donât dissolve in acid and they donât burn in fires. Thatâs apparently really helped the prosecution in a ton of cases.â
Which also meantâŠ
âHey, what would happen if there wasnât a murder but you scattered these artificial bones around the scene and prank called the police?â
âUnfortunately, it would be investigated as a murder. And of course, you would receive more than just a talking to once they found out what you did.â
That was what was happening in these apartments. A single artificial bone had been broken into pieces and hidden in the rooms to pass it off as physical evidence that someone had died here. That false information and nonexistent corpse were being used as the core of a Package.
It was all being used to match the legend of the Yamanbaâs corpse being cut into forty-two pieces and buried in mounds.
That sped things up. We ended up searching out all of the artificial bone pieces in the rooms.
There were supposedly a total of forty-two, butâŠ
âHey, detective, what do you think the children found?â
âThey werenât doing a forensic investigation and they werenât making some grand deductions. Iâm guessing they found something by foot.â
âMore specifically?â
âThey set out to find a weakness in the Package and they actually did. âŠIt amplified the local adultsâ malice toward the old people, but it didnât affect the kids. Most likely, they knew the old people were reasonable people if you didnât hold any prejudices and just spoke with them.â
âDidnât the Yamanba of the forty-two burial mounds eat children?â
âAnd how did she do that?â
âBy copying their motherâs voice and asking them to open the door late at night. After cracking the door to check, they saw the frightening Yamanba, so the children fired an arrow at her to kill her before they were eaten.â
âIn other words, the children got scared and killed her without listening to what she had to say. Iâm not about to complain about an old story or legend, but she might not have actually intended to kill them. It might have been a simple prank. âŠAnd the curse she spread after her death may have come from her frustration with the situation.â
âThenâŠâ
âWhat Toujou Takumi-chan and the others did was the same as opening the door and talking to her instead of launching a preemptive strike out of fear. That threatened to destroy the field of isolation, so Wankashi Real Estate had to do something about it. Thatâs my guess anyway.â
The two of them sounded really cool as they reasoned through the situation, but Enbi was acting weird.
âPant, pant. D-detectiveâŠThis is as far as I can goâŠâ
Even if we couldnât use the elevators, Enbi was already exhausted by the fourth or fifth floor.
And the detective was coldhearted.
âIâll leave you here.â
âEh? Ah!? Wait!!â
I was the one that shouted and ran after him. I looked back to find Enbi weakly waving up at us.
âYouâre kidding⊠Youâre really leaving her behind!?â
âThe residents of these apartments arenât dangerous. They only seem to be due to the filter placed over them by the Yamanba Package.â
That may be true, but thatâs not the issue here! What kind of man abandons a maiden in love to run off to work!? Not that Iâm one to talk as I run after him despite knowing how Enbi feels!!
Astonished, I chased after him and had a thought.
Had âheâ been like this too?
That man had given no thought to his family as he chased after every case presented to him. Eventually, my mom had run out of patience with him. I had only ever seen his back, but had his eyes been focused on people who needed help but could not seek it?
He really had been a hopeless man, but I did admire that at least a little.
Was that what it meant to be a police detective?
By the time we checked the forty-two rooms and found all forty-two pieces of the artificial bone, the colors of evening had darkened to those of night. I sent an email to Enbi and we all met up in an empty room to assemble the glass pieces like a jigsaw puzzle. We finally constructed a silhouette that looked perfect for a dog to hold in its mouth.
âIs this a tibia?â
âIt doesnât matter. More importantly, look here. It gives the manufacturer and a production number.â
âOkay, okay. Iâll search for it. âŠAshigara Sports Manufacturing, sprinting artificial bone series, #3-52-6. Hm? I have good news, detective. This was first released two years ago.â
âOkay, weâve got them now.â
âEh? Eh?â
I couldnât keep up, so the detective said more.
âWankashi Real Estate insists this property has been abandoned for a long time so they didnât know the old people were living here or that shutting off the power or water would kill people. âŠAnd yet this artificial bone is from only two years ago. The old people had to have been living here then, so the Wankashi Real Estate person who visited had to know they were here.â
âThat means they can be charged with willful neglect. Thereâs no way theyâll be found not guilty.â
âNo matter how good their lawyers are, they canât escape this. And if the full power of the police is sent after them, weâre sure to find the missing children.â
Part 13 (Uchimaku Hayabusa)
The artificial bone fragments were important pieces of evidence, but if they were not placed in the empty rooms in order, the unfair criticism of the old people would never end. At the same time, the missing children had to be found as soon as possible. I wasnât sure what to do, so I called in some uniformed police officers to deal with the artificial bones. They only had to place them back around the apartments, retrieve them again, and send them over to the forensic investigators.
âThe legend says the Yamanbaâs burial mounds were built from east to west, right? Should I have them arrange the artificial bone pieces from top to bottom and then place them in the empty rooms starting from the first floor of the buildingâs east end and up to the top floor? And if that doesnât do anything, they can try some other arrangements like starting from the bottom of the bone or starting from the top floor.â
I tried to figure out what instructions to give and the Mystery Freak cut in from the side.
âBut detective, the Yamanba isolation Package spreads enough false malice for them to refuse to send out an ambulance. Are you sure the police will show up?â
âIt only works on the locals. When you call for an ambulance, youâre automatically connected to the closest center, but that isnât necessarily true with the police. âŠI just have to go over their heads and call my own workplace directly.â
And so I dialed my cellphone.
âYes, department chief? I found something incredible while investigating those old people who died alone. Yes, including the cases of attempted murder, this was a plan to kill all two thousand people in these apartments. Isnât that amazing?â
âBfhh!?â
âThis goes well beyond a mass stabbing or shooting on the streets. This is seriously going to go down in Japanâs criminal history. So if you donât want the local station to get all the credit, you should probably get down here pretty quick. Yes, yes. I suggest sending quite a bit of backup. Bye bye.â
After passing on only the necessary information, I hung up.
The setup was complete. It was time to head for Wankashi Real Estate.
âEnbi, you wait here with Tomoe-chan. When the police arrive, explain everything that happened.â
âEhhh!? But the arrest of the criminal is the best part of the mystery drama!!â
âA sweaty firefight isnât your field of expertise. âŠHachikawa-san, you keep an eye on her to make sure she doesnât try anything. That would be a huge help.â
âW-well, if you say so, detective⊠Mumble mumbleâŠâ
âOh, thatâs right! Tooomoooeee!! This is the perfect opportunity! We need to have a nice long chat!!â
With that, I said goodbye to Tayama-san and the others, left the Mystery Freak with them as she swung her Sunekosuri scarf around like a morning star, and got down to making the actual arrest while contacting some colleagues of mine.
Wankashi Real Estate was located in Ikebukuro, quite near Sugamo.
In an area filled with short, narrow multi-tenant buildings, I approached one of the cars parked on the side of the road, and climbed into the passenger seat.
Sotobori Gaku, heavy tank of the organized crime countermeasure division, waited inside.
âGreat job. But are you sure you should be getting our help? I thought Department 1 was the most territorial group in the world. The higher ups are going to be bitching in the conference room.â
âWankashi Real Estate is the bottom level of a large criminal organization, right? That makes this your territory, so you can make the arrest. Besides, the missing children come first. The credit can come later.â
âWhy in the world didnât you ask to join the juvenile crime division? âŠOh, right. Here.â
Sotobori Gaku casually passed me a standard issue revolver.
âYou can still lend these things out?â
âMaybe you elites in Department 1 canât, but outlaws like us do it all the time.â
âCrap, maybe I shouldnât have asked you for help.â
Meanwhile, we shared some information and discussed our strategy.
âSimply put, everyone in that five-story building except for the convenience store on the ground floor is probably guilty of something. Wankashi is the tenant on the third floor, but if we surround the building, the other tenants might think weâre after them and attack us. So letâs play it by ear and arrest them all! That should settle it!!â
âCould you be any more sloppy!? Are you really part of Japanâs police force!?â
We ended up yelling at each other as we got out of the car. That was the cue for men in suits to step out of other cars around the parking lot. It was not often that Department 1 and the organized crime countermeasure division worked together. Some of the cars attached police lights to the roof and set up a blockade on the road.
The Heavy Tank swaggered up to the multi-tenant building while laughing fiercely for some reason.
âI love this tense atmosphere. This is a real manâs workplace.â
âKeep saying things like that and the women are going to yell at you again.â
âYeah, but itâs the policewomen in uniform I like, not the ones in suits like us.â
âAnd thatâs what they donât like. Why do you think your division is nothing but men?â
âOh? And can you claim to know everything there is to know about women?â
At that point, the lights suddenly went out on that nighttime street.
At first, my vision went dark like when the lights went out in a room, but we were outside. This was not just a building or two. It was a widespread and largescale blackout.
âHey, Uchimaku-chan, what do you think about this?â
âI just hope they didnât have a remote-controlled bomb at the transformer substation.â
âSwitch from cellphones to radios. The local tower is down, so the phones wonât work.â
âEither way, they canât stop us now. Listen up, everyone, donât let Wankashi escape! Letâs go!!â
We were forced to use the car headlights for light, but they didnât help inside the building. We could barely see as we climbed the stairs to the third floor.
Someone unsteadily stepped out onto the landing.
âSecured!! Next!â
After twisting the manâs hands behind his back and forcing him to the ground, I left him with another police officer and continued on. It was violent, but we were allowed to secure everyone on the scene when we didnât know who our enemy was and could be stabbed in the back at any moment. Of course, anything that killed them wasnât allowed.
âHey, isnât that silhouette pregnant?â
âSheâs got something stuffed under her clothes. No pregnant woman stands that straight. Secured!! Next!â
We arrived at the third floor. The darkness actually made it more frightening, but we gathered in front of one door with guns in hand.
I cleared my throat and made a suggestion.
âIâll kick down the door.â
âNo fair! Thatâs the best part! You Department 1 credit thief!!â
âI said I was giving you the arrest, didnât I? Now, letâs go!â
I forcefully kicked open the door and we poured inside. A young man who seemed to be on phone duty raised his hands in the darkness, but I didnât see anyone else. Sotobori clicked his tongue after moving further back.
âOh, damn. The safe is sitting open. This might be bad!!â
We had tried to seal off all the exits, but there was only so much we could do in the confusion of the sudden blackout. They may have gotten the upper hand and slipped out somewhere. If they had night vision equipment prepared, it was entirely possible.
That was when I heard the low roar of an engine down below.
Sotobori shouted into his radio.
âStop them!!â
âWe canât complete the barricade of cars due to that blackout!!â
I couldnât let them escape. I had to bring an end to those old peopleâs suffering in the Ubasute Apartments. I had to find the children who had disappeared after discovering their secret!
âWait. Uchimaku-chan?â
ââŠâ
I could judge the carâs position from the sound and I didnât have time to hesitate.
I ran through the darkness, broke through the glass, and jumped out the third floor window.
At that very moment, a red sports car burst from a back alley and tried to break though the center of a group of police officers.
I fell right on top of it.
With the sound of denting metal, the low-riding sports car swerved left and right. The harsh impact had activated the airbag. With the driverâs view and access to the steering wheel blocked by the airbag, a car could easily become a deadly weapon.
It finally crashed into a nearby telephone pole.
I was thrown from the car, but I quickly hopped to my feet on the road. I approached the driverâs side door and used the grip of my handgun to smash the window.
I could see a womanâs face through the gap of some long bangs and a large wound seemed to split her mouth open. At first, I thought she had been injured during the accident, but a closer look showed it was an old wound.
I held the muzzle of my gun to the young womanâs head and shouted to her.
âWhere are the children!?â
âI-I donât knowâŠâ
I didnât have time to deal with this, so I waved over a nearby uniformed police officer.
âYou! This calculation could get a little tricky, so could you help me out?â
âI-I suppose.â
âEach floor has twenty rooms. Itâs a seven-story building, but we can ignore the first floor. Thatâs six floors of rooms. How many rooms is that?â
âUm, 120.â
âAnd there are twenty identical buildings.â
â2400 rooms.â
âThe maximum detention period for a single crime is 23 days even with extensions. Whatâs that times 2400?â
âWait just a second⊠Would it be 55,200 days?â
âAnd to finish it off, whatâs that divided by 365 days?â
âThat would be about 151 years.â
I turned back to the driverâs seat where the young woman was dripping with sweat.
âYou heard him. Oh, and thatâs only the lowest theoretical value. Any old people who have already died will count separately. âŠIf you want to say silent, thatâs your right. I can speak with the prosecutors and have you eternally arrested for different crimes. Donât worry, youâll have plenty of time to stay silent in the holding cell. Isnât that great? Youâll have food to eat until the day you die paid for by the peopleâs taxes.â
âY-you canât do that. You wonât get away with that! M-my lawyers wonât let you!â
âBut lawyers are only called in once youâre indicted. They canât do anything at the investigation stage. Youâll be stuck in that closed room. Hopefully youâll live until the trial begins 150 years from now.â
I casually pulled out some handcuffs and the woman looked on the verge of tears.
âF-fine! Fine!! Iâll talk!!â
âKeep it short.â
Technically, the constitution said excessive detention counted as torture and thus any testimony obtained that way was not permissible in court. But I had no obligation to tell her that.
âI-itâs true I tried to silence those children. I even kidnapped them. But I couldnât do it. I know it sounds stupid, but I couldnât stop trembling when it came down to dirtying my own hands.â I breathed a sigh of relief without letting it show on my face.
But she wasnât done talking.
âSoâŠâ
Truth turned out to be stranger than fiction. And in the worst possible way.
âI closed them all in the refrigerator. That way I didnât have to dirty my own hands.â
âŠYou what!!!???
I handcuffed this obvious criminal, left her with a uniformed police officer, borrowed a police car, and headed to the refrigerator â technically a refrigerated warehouse â the young woman told me about. The lights on the way were out from the blackout, so the traffic lights were dead and there were accidents everywhere. Fear squeezed at my heart, but I still continued onward.
I made my way to a freezing Ubasute Mountain that worked differently from those illegal apartments.
It took a full thirty minutes to arrive and I could not even imagine how much of the trapped childrenâs lives were being worn away in the meantime.
I saw what seemed to be guards huddled together speaking near the dark refrigerated warehouses, so I approached them.
âWhoâs in charge here?â
âWh-who are you?â
âThat doesnât matter! Whoâs in charge!?â
Oops, I just pulled out my gun before my badge.
The guards went pale, raised their hands, and spoke with a tremor in their voices.
âWhat are you? A tuna thief? We donât have anything like that here! We only store ice cream!â
âSome abducted children were closed inside. If you donât want to be charged as accomplices, then help me search!â
âYouâre kidding right!? Which warehouse!?â
âI donât know, so open them all up and check! Hurry!!â
We rushed off and one of the guards complained under his breath.
âWhat an awful day. And after this weird blackout wiped out all our products.â
âWhat?â
âThe freezers canât run with the power out, right? What if they complain that we didnât inspect the equipment properly? I better not lose my winter bonus!â
For better or for worse, the refrigerated warehouses were not running.
Which meantâŠ
âSh*t, there really are kids in here!! Hey, over here! Over here!!â
Another guard shouted in the distance, so we all ran over. Cold white air wafted out from the opened door, but it was weaker than it might have been.
The guards only peered in without setting foot inside.
When I stepped in, I found five lumps huddled together in a corner. Their skin was disturbingly pale, their breathing was weak, and they were not moving in the slightest, butâŠ
âTheyâre alive,â I muttered before raising my voice to a shout. âTheyâre all alive!! Please bring out blankets, heaters, and a pot of hot water or whatever you have. Hurry!!â
Part 14 (Hachikawa Tomoe)
A largescale blackout kept our cellphones from working, but radios and normal landlines seemed fine. The police working in the apartments told us that the detective had found Takkun and the other children safe, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
I then looked up at the apartments again.
âWhatâs going to happen to the people living here?â
Wankashi Real Estate was clearly a villain, but if they were arrested, what would happen to the rights to the apartments? Someone else might buy it, but if they decided to tear down the condemned buildings, the old people would have to leave.
But where would they go?
I was nervous, but Enbi cheerfully replied while rubbing the head of her Sunekosuri scarf.
âTheyâll manage.â
âEh? What do you mean? Will the police help them?â
âThe police canât interfere in civil matters, but thatâs why freelancers like me exist. Besides, taking down Wankashi doesnât mean weâve judged all of the villains behind this.â
She grinned and pulled out her smartphone.
She seemed to be making a list of what she had to do.
âDonât you dare underestimate me, villains.â
Part 15 (3rd person)
There was a small but respectable house in a quiet neighborhood along the Arakawa River. Originally, an old man had spent half his life working to pay off the loan, but his son and daughter-in-law had stolen it from him. They had taken and hidden the deed and bankbook and violently thrown the man himself out.
âHe was supposed to be dead already. What is Wankashi doing?â
A man grumbled as he stomped in circles around the living room. The man had easily thrown out his own father, so he was hardly the type to make friendly relationships on his own. The room was already filled with a savage atmosphere and the house seemed more like a cage. He might live with his family on paper, but they were actually completely scattered.
Then something happened to further rub the irritated man the wrong way.
An intermittent beeping exploded through the window. The sound was used to warn of a truck or heavy machinery backing up. It was late at night and in a neighborhood, so the man grew irritated at this lack of manners (while ignoring his own constant lack of manners). But then something unexpected happened.
With a shock like a car had run into it, something broke through the living room wall.
âWh-what!?â
He frantically got down on the ground and his anger began to boil up. He rushed outside without putting on his shoes and saw a yellow piece of heavy machinery breaking through the fence. Something like a beak made of thick metal was digging into the material of the wall.
âWhat in the hell are you doing to my house!?â
âHmm?â
That carefree response came from the surprisingly young woman operating the equipment. She continued tearing at the wall and the house was already tilting in that direction.
âYou say that, but why are you living in an abandoned house? Thatâs dangerous, you know?â
âWha-?â
âUm, the official owner is an old man named Tayama Sunao-san, but he apparently hasnât returned home for over a decade. It was deemed abandoned and administrative subrogation was carried out.â
ââŠ!!â
That may be true!!
Yeah, itâs officially that old manâs house and of course he hasnât come back after we punched and kicked him to drive him out!!
He just about spoke those thoughts aloud, but he obviously could not say that to a city worker.
âPlease wait!! We live here! Iâm that old manâs son!!â
âHavenât heard anything about that. Making claims is easy. Everyone living in an abandoned house insists theyâre a relative and we donât have time to deal with it all. If you could contact Tayama-san himself, that would work, though.â
Like I know his phone number! Besides, that old man was supposed to be dead already! Then that hidden deed would be invalid and ownership would transfer to us! So why!?
The more he thought about it, the more unfair it seemed, but he could not think of a way of objectively convincing someone of that.
âTh-then what happens to us? What do we do starting tomorrow!?â
âDonât ask me. The land was bought up by the ward and the compensation was paid directly to Tayama Sunao-san without going through his bank account.â
A great roar filled the air.
The manâs tilting home finally crumbled to the ground.
Part 16 (3rd person)
It was an unbelievable story.
First, it turned out they could get a new copy of the deed as long as the real estate company still had the original copy stored. And when the owner had not returned for a long period of time, it could be registered as abandoned and directly sold to the local government.
Second, the apartments they lived in had aged so much and so many had died that the property value had fallen about as low as possible. By gathering together the money all those old people had gotten by selling their homes, they had enough to buy up all of the land.
Third, as soon as the Yamanba isolation Package vanished, the local peopleâs attitudes completely changed. The people at the government office remade the intentionally bad road and the convenience stores and supermarkets were willing to deliver.
And it was all thanks to a twintailed middle school girl in a swimsuit who was their grandchildrenâs age.
âI only returned everything to its rightful place, so I didnât save you. This is just how everything should have been in the first place.â
When the girl had left, she had smiled.
âSo if you feel someone saved you, it wasnât me. Someone else fits the bill a lot better.â
As an old man turned the faucet and watered the flower garden with the hose, he heard some small footsteps approaching.
The previous incident had caused them a lot of trouble, but the children had still come to see the old man.
âMister, did you know thereâs a festival during the fall?â
âYes, itâs to give thanks for all the fish. The river is filled with concrete now, but when I was your age, you could fill your stomach as long as you had a fishing pole.â
âWill you go with us? Everyone says the shaved ice is the best, but cotton candy is clearly better.â
That was no longer a modern day Ubasute Mountain made of concrete.
If even one person held out their hand, they could easily shatter that invisible cage.
Notes
1. â Akasabi can mean rust.
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