Chapter 114 Hirata’s World 9

Chapter 114 Hirata’s World 9

"Obviously, certain things could not have been done by Hirata, like leaving Fukui’s dead body in the room," Feng Bujue said. "But your appearance, Shuichi, has explained everything. For me, when I deduced your existence, the case could not have been plainer.

"You would not have surrendered because that would have lowered the sentence. You merely took Haruko home and tried to scare her into submission so that she wouldn’t dare call the police. It wouldn’t have been hard. Her husband suddenly turned into a different person and murdered a man in cold blood. Furthermore, she was partly responsible for Fukui’s death. Since the gun was emptied of bullet, you hid the gun in Hirata’s room for it to be discovered during the police’s investigation.

"The next day, you went to work like usual. You are stronger than him. He doesn’t know about your presence, but you have free access to all his memories. You purposely went to the company to wait for the police to start their investigation. Once the police asked around, they would have summoned you to the station to aid in their investigation. But since the body was not discovered until the afternoon of the 27th, you waited a whole day for naught.

"On the way back home, probably out of inspiration, you returned the body back to Hirata. Perhaps you wanted to witness how the two would react when he returned to face Haruko. At the time, Hirata’s mind was on the verge of collapsing. He was so out of it that he couldn’t remember the way home, and that was when the third part of his memory started.

"Then, when he got home, he opened the door and saw his wife hanging from the ceiling. That was when his mind shattered. As expected of someone in his mental state, he screamed. The old lady next door overheard him and came over to knock on his door. You then took over the body to deal with her. You purposely allowed her to see certain things before showing her the door. You were waiting for her to call the police. After all... you wouldn’t call the police yourself because that might be construed as an action of surrender.

"In the end, as you wished, the police arrived at the long house and arrested you. They also found Yamada’s gun. That explains why you were able to drink the tea calmly.

"After the arrest, your revenge was deemed a huge success. You returned to the deep recesses of Hirata’s mind, until today.

"And Hirata, well, he went mad. Prison trapped his body, and the three partial memories in his mind turned into a source of horror and madness. They tortured his mind day after day, but he somehow managed to survive for fifteen years. Unfortunately, due to his resilience, he will continue to suffer until the day he dies."

"Hahaha..." Shuichi widened his eyes and revealed a strange, wicked smile. He leaned closer to the mirror to whisper, "That idiot deserves it."

"Not really. No one could have judged whether Hirata has made good or bad decisions in real life. If anything, the only conclusion I can draw is that good things never come to good people," Feng Bujue said. "Without your interference, he wouldn’t have ended up as poor as he is now."

"Then, what do you plan to do about that, Mr. F?" Shuichi asked with a cold smile. "Do you have the ability to change the past?"

"I don’t, but I can bring you and him a form of release," Feng Bujue replied.

"Release? Humph... You make me laugh. He’s the one being tortured. I don’t need any..."

Feng Bujue cut him off. "There are three layers of consciousness here. The deepest layer is the one that has brought Hirata the most torment over the years. I don’t know how many layers you have over there, but based on my assessment of your mental state, I believe there is only one. Hmm... fifteen years... no, for the past twenty-one years, you have been experiencing a scary memory similar to the one at the deepest layer of Hirata’s mind, am I right?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." Shuichi’s eyes darted to the side. This man was not a good liar.

Theoretically speaking, Feng Bujue should have heard the announcement for the teleportation already, but weirdly enough, he did not hear it. Rather, he was pulled back to the first-person cinematic mode.

Oh? This scenario comes with a post-credits scene after clearing it? Feng Bujue thought. Huh... This is not bad, better than those fighting scenarios.

"Auto-teleportation will occur after viewing the epilogue," the system announced.

The scene before his eyes changed. It was the afternoon of a gloomy day, and the street around him looked familiar. The surroundings were now dripping with colors, so this should have been happening in real life.

Feng Bujue easily recognized his surroundings as the street that he had first appeared on at the start of the scenario.

The angle of the camera turned, and a couple walked from afar. The man looked handsome and polite, wearing a sharp suit. The woman had a fairy-like air while wearing a dark pantsuit. Feng Bujue recognized them. They were Hirata Shuichi, who looked around twenty, and Miko, whom he had just seen.

Their conversation soon appeared in his ears.

"Are we there yet, Hirata?"

"Hmm... there’s still a short distance. We should be there soon."

"The traffic in your hometown sure is inconvenient."

"You’re right about that. Ha ha... After all, it’s a backward place." Hirata scratched his head. "You have to take the train to come to such a faraway place and have to walk such a long distance with me. I’m sorry for placing you in such inconvenience, Miko."

"It’s alright. If it’s with you, Hirata, even walking together like this is wonderful," she muttered as she lowered her face from shyness.

Feng Bujue grumbled in annoyance, "What the hell is this? The world after I’ve corrected the mistake? I slaved through so much to get the perfect end, and the reward is for you to feed me dog food‽ Go to hell, Shuichi!"

"Oh, by the way, did you know, there’s an old long house down the street? When I was young, I heard the seniors say that the place is actually haunted," Hirata said.

"Hey, why are you suddenly talking about that? Why are you doing this?" Feng Bujue suddenly felt assaulted by a bad feeling.

"There aren’t any ghosts in this world. They are just people’s imagination." Miko laughed.

Hirata laughed along with her. "Of course, you’re right..."

At that moment, the camera panned to a different angle. In the gloomy sky, a flash of lightning struck. In that one second when the world was lit up, Feng Bujue clearly saw, on the electric pole not far behind Hirata and Miko, a strange human-like creature squatted wearing a white Kimono...