Monday, December 12, 2022

Episode 1 - Mr. Kokkuri - Part 15

 Don't forget to read the first or the previous part if you haven't!


In the last (half) part, I showed a few of the other choices we could have taken before the beginning of this route proper. There were some comedic scenes and a massive lecture, which we promptly ignored. Finally, I showed the choices necessary to turn logic on its head, and I don't say that lightly, some big changes immediately happened after this decision, although some dialogue remains the same. But, let's get to them, shall we?


"Mr. Kogure, there's something in this case that cannot be inferred using our common wisdom..."
"There's... something?" This vagueness came from my logical sense as a police officer.
However, if we suppress ourselves in such a way, we will never get to the bottom of this issue.
"Mr. Kokkuri's curse..." I uttered those words with trepidation.
"C-c-curse!!?"
"Even I'm not 100% convinced that there is such a thing as a curse."
"However, I think we have to accept the irrationality of it all if we are to resolve this mystery."
"I don't believe we'll be able to solve this case if we ignore the facts right in front of us...!" I ended up saying it. I can't back out now.
Mr. Kogure then fell silent with a grave look on his face.
I guess nobody, including the cowardly Mr. Kogure, would accept a man who says such outlandish things as a partner.
It can't be helped... I'll have to investigate by myself from tomorrow...

[Fade to black]


<Damn you, Yasuchika...>
<I loath, you humans...>
<Blood, insufficient...>
<Bestow me, your blood...>
<Virgin's lifeblood, satisfactory...>
"Mr. Kokkuri, Mr. Kokkuri, please come forth..."
<Who is it, that calls to me?>
<The fragrance, of repulsive desire...>
"Mr. Kokkuri, Mr. Kokkuri, please come forth..."
<It is pleasant, human desire...>
<Grown tired, of eternal idle slumber. Let us indulge, in wanton sporting, long since craved...>
<Come along... let us enjoy ourselves...>


Monday 2:09 PM
Metropolitan Police Department


A night later---
It wasn't until around 2:00 p.m. that I was released from the hell of paperwork that had lasted since yesterday.
"Mr. Kogure, I wonder how he's doing...?" He was my first partner.
Even though it was only for a short time, I felt as if we had been partners for many years.
Now in solitude, I've been able to formally recognize how much I relied on him.
I feel like I have a gaping hole in my heart. A lifeless wind blows through it.
[Phone rings]
"Oy, Kazami! Your phone!"
...Who is it that would interrupt my sentimentality?
Reluctantly accepting the call, I hear a voice from the receiver that makes me feel nostalgic.
"Hello, sir. Where are we going to investigate today?"
"M-mr. Kogure?"
"Yes, sir. This is Souichirou Kogure."
"Mr. Kogure, why...?" I thought he had given up on me.
"I'm not planning on believing in curses. But, I do believe in you, sir!"
I was so moved that I was at a loss for words. I couldn't believe that he trusted me that much after only a few days of knowing me.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Kogure..."
We decided to meet at Hanamine High School's main gate in 30 minutes.


Monday 2:39 PM
Hanamine Private High School

Mr. Kogure greeted me with a smile when I arrived a little earlier than scheduled. His broad forehead was slightly sweaty.


When I silently held out my hand, Mr. Kogure looked puzzled for a moment, but then firmly accepted it with his large hand.
A firm handshake. I felt the joy of being partnered with Mr. Kogure again.
"Let's go, Mr. Kogure."
"Yes, sir!"


A staff member led me into the principal's office, which was an astonishingly imposing room.
The reception setup looks very luxurious, with a large, sturdy desk.
If it weren't for the trophies and certificates of commendation housed in glass cases, the interior would remind visitors of the CEO's office of a large corporation.
This room tells me that Hanamine Private High School is in extremely good business condition.
The police must be sensitive when investigating a private facility. Moreover, when it comes to schools, unrelated children could become involved. Naturally, careful investigation is required to avoid such cases.
Furthermore, this time the request for cooperation in the investigation was voluntarily accepted, so the permission and presence of the responsible party, the school principal, was required.
When the principal saw us, he blatantly frowned. Of course, no one would be happy to be visited by the police.
We didn't expect to be welcomed at the beginning either. But we couldn't just sit back and do nothing too.
"Can I help you?" The old gentleman, all gray from hair to beard, asked, not bothering to hide his discomfort.


{Shintarou Nagamine}. That is the principal's name. His record said he was 64 years old.
"I already told you everything I knew about the incident, didn't I?" Someone snorted a "hmph" as if to demean the principal's words.
It was Mr. Kogure. It seems he doesn't like the principal's complacent attitude. His reaction is quite understandable.
"Why, for a school where two students died, it's quite peaceful, isn't it?" He said with outrageously straightforward sarcasm.
Mr. Kogure apparently can make a mighty statement when he is dealing with a human being. As for the principal, his mouth twitches and spasms as he tries to suppress his anger.
"I greatly regret those girls' deaths as well. However..." The principal speaks indifferently, as if reading out a canned speech.
Theatrical expressions of heartache. Words denying responsibility. The dead students can rest in peace this way.

[SLAM]


Mr. Kogure banged on the glass table, interrupting the principal from continuing. Then he rebuked---
"Two students are dead! Those students should be no different from your own children! Or are they just another source of profit for you!?"
Amazing, Mr. Kogure. I almost applauded instinctively.
The principal thought about it for a moment, and then agreed to cooperate and be present for the investigation.
Now, here's the important part.


I---
           >Ask about the curse.
             >Show him the Ouija board.

We showed the Ouija board in the other route no matter what, so let's do the other option.   
   >Ask about the curse.
"I would like to ask you about this school, however..." I hesitated for a moment.
"Well... do you happen to know about that curse and such...?" I am not sure how to feel about saying these words.
Suddenly bringing up curses and the like, he'll only question if I have any screws loose in my head.
"Detective... who told you about that...?" Surprisingly, however, the words that emerged from the principal's mouth seemed to affirm the curse.


"You actually heard of it before!?" Mr. Kogure's face rapidly turns pale with surprise.
"...Please follow me. I have a place I'd like to show you."


The principal led us to the back of the school building, which was thickly overgrown with trees.
This is also where I witnessed the girl who was trying to burn the Ouija board.
Now that the word "curse" is rife, I can smell the scent of darkness in every place of this school.
"It's here?" What is there to see here?
"No, do you see that narrow forest trail over there?"
I didn't notice it the other day, but I do see a small path. Is this part of the school's campus?
When I looked at Mr. Kogure's face, it was completely pale and shivering slightly.
No wonder. What the principal was trying to guide me to was probably, no, definitely the root of the curse. I myself felt unpleasant sweat beading on my back.

Following the principal, we passed through a wooded area and came to a space that appeared to have been artificially quarried.
"Please look at that."


Following the principal's fingertip, I saw what looked like a stone monument. "The students call it the {Fox Mound}."
"Fox Mound..." Mr. Kokkuri, now the Fox Mound, foxes yet again, huh...?


It was a small standing stone with a strange presence. I don't know how to describe it, but it seemed to have a cold, raw atmosphere, making me feel restless.
It possesses a greatly bewitching charm that both obstinately rejects and entices humans.
Humans are utterly helpless creatures in the face of such invisible forces.
"Who!?" Suddenly, the principal berated someone, and we almost jumped up. No, Mr. Kogure actually jumped up.
With the sound of rustling and stepping on fallen leaves, a figure emerged from the trees.


"Who are you...?"
"I'm {Shouta Nozawa} from the third year."
The principal nods as he remembers.
The student, who identified himself as Shota Nozawa, was a tall, strong, sportsman-type boy.
Mr. Kogure sniffs like a dog with a puzzled expression on his face.
"I don't smoke."
"Ah, no, I absolutely didn't mean to suspect you... it's just that I have a duty to guide the young people correctly, and I..."
Instead of Mr. Kogure's slurred excuses, I ask him, "Nozawa-kun... was it? What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean?" Nozawa asks bluntly.
"Why would you come to a place like this if you didn't have any business here? What were you doing here?"


"A place like this!?" The principal rushes to intervene as the boy raises his eyebrows and tries to lash out at me.
"Nozawa-kun. They don't know what the mound stands for. Forgive them."
The Nozawa boy reluctantly calmed his anger after being chided by the principal. "...Who are these people?"
The principal hesitated for a moment before answering, "This is the police. They are investigating the incident from the other day."
Shouta Nozawa's eyes widened as he stared unblinkingly at me and Mr. Kogure. "Huh, they're detectives? Very different from the dramas, aren't they?"
Of course. Those are actors. You can't lump us together.
However, I swallowed the words that were about to come out of my throat, thinking that it would be unprofessional to correct a child at every turn.
"Mr. Detective, please catch the culprit." With that, Shouta Nozawa ran off.
Please catch the culprit, eh? He said he was in the third grade, but he might have been a classmate of the deceased student.
But when I asked the principal, I found that he was in a different class from both Narumi Hasebe and Kaori Itou.
"I asked his responsible teacher, and he told me that Nozawa-kun comes here every day to pray."
"To pray?"


"Yes. This mound is said to have a long history--- having existed since the Genpei period [late 11th to late 12th century], it was built before the construction of this very school, but at present, it's a {memorial} to the departed soul of a student named {Misa Sakita}, who passed away two years ago."
"It's a memorial for a student?"
"Correct, and there's a reason for this."
The principal, this time with a heartbroken look on his face, began to recount the events of two years ago.


"Ms. Misa Sakita passed away two years ago in a {traffic accident}. She was hit by a car on her way home."
"According to eyewitness reports, Ms. Sakita ran into the roadway as if she couldn't see what was ahead."
"The police were not sure whether it was a suicide or an accident, but in the end, the funeral was held despite the ambiguity, and a few days later, no one dared mention the incident."
"But just as I was beginning to forget about the incident, I heard a strange rumor."
The principal looked around and kept his voice down, even though we were the only ones there. And then, the first words that came out of his mouth were...
"Mr. Kokkuri's curse"
"The curse!?" Mr. Kogure overreacts. He's really sensitive. I never get tired of watching him.
Perhaps energized by Mr. Kogure's reaction, the principal's tone of voice became more enthusiastic. He's like a grandfather who's pleased to tell his grandchildren a ghost story.
"Yes... A rumor began to spread among the students that 'Misa Sakita died due to Mr. Kokkuri's curse'."
"Before her death, Ms. Sakita used to play "Mr. Kokkuri" with some of the other students at the school."
"Rumors spread throughout the school. After all was said and done, some students claimed to have seen Ms. Sakita's ghost, and some even stopped going to school for fear of being cursed by Mr. Kokkuri."
"In order to resolve the situation, we designated the mound as a memorial to Misa Sakita's spirit, and invited a well-known monk to perform a purification rite."
"After that, the gossip died down, and fortunately, it didn't spread outside the community."
"And to prevent similar tragedies, I have added a 'Mr. Kokkuri Prohibition' clause to the school rules."
When the principal finished speaking, he clammed up with a mysterious look on his face. "I see... So that's the Fox Mound."
Mr. Kokkuri's curse. It coincides all too closely with this case.
So much so that human instinct and reason refuse to go any deeper.
Could Misa Sakita, the student who died two years ago, also be a victim of Mr. Kokkuri's curse...?
Two years ago, a famous monk solved this problem, but now we have to deal with it ourselves.


To discover the nature of the curse, I mention---
 >That Mr. Kokkuri is still being played today.      
                       ⬢ >The possibility that the accident of two years ago wasn't an accident.
   
These are the same options as last time, just with one less. Let's see if there's any difference between them.
                       ⬢ >The possibility that the accident of two years ago wasn't an accident.
"What if the accident 2 years ago wasn't an accident..."
"Eh!?" Mr. Kogure and the principal stared at me at the same time.
"I'm only speaking hypothetically, but if the accident two years ago involved some kind of artificiality..." It would be most natural to assume that it's the cause of the curse.
"W-wait a minute, Detective! Are you saying that this case is not a suicide?" The principal asks with a flurried face.
"No, we are investigating this as a suicide case, but we have an obligation to consider all possibilities before resolving the case."
These words were of course a pretext to reassure the principal. If I were to reveal my true thoughts, the principal would surely have a stroke.
"Principal, sir. Do you know of any students who were close to the late Ms. Misa Sakita?"


"Oh, that would be Nozawa-kun from earlier. He's a {childhood friend} of Ms. Sakita's."
"Otherwise, no one would come to this mound, the one place nobody wants to go near, to pray every day."
"Childhood friend, huh...?"

[Sudden fade to black]


After leaving the Fox Mound, we asked the principal for permission to investigate the school.
"Mr. Kogure, let's look for Yuka Kamiyama." Yesterday, when we met her at the Kamone University Hospital, she certainly said,


---"Did Kaori really commit suicide?" She holds doubts over Kaori Itou's death.
I wasn't able to ask her right then due to that unforeseen accident, but if she is still on campus, I'd love to hear the rest of the story.
Yuka Kamiyama. She most likely knows of the curse's true nature.


The light outside the window is gradually fading, even though it is only a little after 4:00 PM. The clouds are getting darker too.
Classes have already ended and many students have gone home. The quietness of the after-school hours makes for a perfectly eerie atmosphere.
Mr. Kogure, who has been established as a scaredy-cat, is fidgety and restless. He wants to go home as soon as possible.
"...Sir. Did you hear something?" I listened carefully, and sure enough, I can hear a woman's voice coming from somewhere in the school building.
The voice was hysterical, but I didn't hear any sobbing in particular. Was she in a quarrel? "Let's go, Mr. Kogure."
[Cut to black]
"...Why!? Answer me, Nozawa-kun!"
I followed the voice and came to find the person I was looking for.


"Hey! Why are you so quiet!?" The one raising her voice was Yuka Kamiyama. She was like a different person from the one I had met at the hospital.
Her brow was wrinkled, her face was twisted, and her clenched fists were shaking. Her figure seemed to be angry at something.
And Kamiyama gazed at Shouta Nozawa, who was at the Fox Mound earlier.
"You still can't get over Misa!?"
"...That's none of your business."
This Misa is probably Misa Sakita. Kamiyama does know about her, huh?


(It seems that Yuka Kamiyama has {romantic feelings} for Shouta Nozawa.) Mr. Kogure looked at them and quietly commented on their situation.


A female student stands between them. Her name being Mari Horikawa. The girl I met on the first day of the investigation. I could never forget what she said to me then.
She spoke unfeelingly, even while knowing that her classmate, Kaori Ito, was dead.


"What of it?"


Mari Horikawa. Yuka Kamiyama. Shouta Nozawa. The relationship between the two women isn't clear, but at any rate, these disparate dots became connected as a line.
"Stop it. You're not going to change his mind by doing this." Horikawa chided with a cool-headed voice.
Compared to Kamiyama's hysterically angry stare, Horikawa has a composed and chilly gaze.
I get a sense of an unexpected power dynamic.
"Come on. Go home already, Ms. Kamiyama."
"...You said if I did just as you told, things would work out...!"
"I know. So, just be quiet as always and do as I say."
"......!!"
I could feel Kamiyama's body trembling violently. If I were a little closer, I might even hear the sound of her teeth clenching.
It was not just anger. It was a complex mix of emotions within her, an intense clash of reason and instinct. And the one that won was---
[Thunder, then pitch black]
At that moment, I heard incredibly loud thunder. I looked out the window and saw smoke coming from the wooded area where the Fox Mound was located. Lightning had struck.


"UWAAAAAAHHHH!!"

"Kamiyama!? What's wrong!?"


Was it shock from the lightning strike? Suddenly, Yuka Kamiyama collapsed to the floor and began to convulse.
Her eyes were white and she was foaming at the mouth. Even I, an amateur, could see that she was in an alarmingly unusual state.
"You guys! Call an ambulance! And get the school nurse here too!"
I gave instructions to Horikawa and Nozawa, who just stood there, unable to grasp the situation.
"Quickly!!" Finally realizing that my commands were directed at them, they rushed to accomplish their purpose.
"Sir! Kamiyama seems to want to say something!" Kamiyama's mouth, covered in bubbles and drool, opens and closes mechanically.
"Don't worry. An ambulance will be here soon." I encouraged her as calmly as I could.
"Uh, gh, uh, ah..."
But Kamiyama is still mumbling something. What on earth is she saying? Curious, I put my ear close to her mouth.
"Kihiiiii!!"
A high-pitched, piercing sound rattles my eardrums. "Uwah!?"
[Something strikes down, too fast for me to take a screen shot]


Ferocious teeth, like that of a wild animal, suddenly attacked me. I almost lost my right ear.
If Mr. Kogure hadn't pulled on my clothes, my ear would be...


"S-sir...! T-that's...!"


Eyes glowing with madness. Mouth wide open to bite its prey, drool overflowing.
It was just like a beast.
"Yuka Kamiyama...?"
"S-s-s-sir! What is this!?"
"You ask me, I don't know!" There is no way to explain it. How could a human being transform into a beast...?
---Mr. Kokkuri's curse. That was the answer I worked out through intuition.
I didn't want to believe in curses so easily, but how else to explain this situation?
Kamiyama, transformed into a beast, is about to attack at any moment. There is no time to calmly interpret this scene.
"Detectives!" Multiple footsteps can be heard from behind me. They must be Nozawa and Horikawa's.
"Don't come here!" I halted them without looking away from Kamiyama. But I could not stop them.
"K-Kamiyama...?" Confusion and fear. I didn't want to get them involved, but they too had stepped into the realm of darkness.
"Don't look... please... Don't... look... please..." Somehow, there was a sudden change in Kamiyama's movements. They were clearly agitated.
Little by little, Kamiyama's eyes regained their sanity. A single tear seemed to wash away the madness.
"Please don't look, Nozawa-kun..."


I fearfully approach Kamiyama, who has fallen, lying flat on the floor...
Could she have just pretended to be knocked out, and then suddenly attack me...?
I approach carefully so as not to make noise with my footsteps...
. . . . . .

. . . . . .

. . . . . .

. . . . . .

"SIR!"
[Single heartbeat is heard]
"W-what is it, Mr. Kogure...!?"
"No, well, you know, be careful, sir..."
Give me a break. I've definitely lost 3 years of my life because of this now.
I came closer to Kamiyama again, but there was no sign of movement. I saw her chest shifting slightly, she was breathing it seems.
[Ambulance siren rings]
The sound of an ambulance siren could be heard in the distance. Even this blaring wail sounded like the gospel of salvation for those of us who had left reality temporarily.
Ms. Kamiyama's unusual behavior made Mr. Kogure and me aware once again of the unusual nature of this incident. Was that the power of the curse...?


After that, an ambulance arrived and took Yuka Kamiyama to the hospital.
In order to take all possible precautions, we decided to have her brought to Kamone University Hospital, where we could have someone we trusted take care of her.
Kamiyama immediately underwent a thorough examination, but the results showed no abnormalities. These were Ms. Hitomi's words, so there can be no doubt about it.
In the end, there was no evidence to prove that the curse was real, except for what we saw.
Even I'm beginning to wonder if that horrifying experience was just a delusion brought on by my imagination.
At this rate, the case will continue to wander between reality and unreality. The investigation will eventually come to a dead end and end up becoming a cold case.
"What am I supposed to do...?" I cursed myself for my powerlessness.

Since this place coincides with another part's ending spot, I think I should stop here too. I can't wait to see how crazy things are going to become, but I should tell you about a difference in schedule first. Due to me now having to update two different translation blogs at once, I will still post every four days, but switch between them with each update. In other words, this blog will be updated every 8 days from now on, and the same will happen on the other blog. To make up for this waiting period, all posts will be much larger from now on, possibly even bigger than this one. Don't worry, I won't neglect either blog!

So, see you next week!

Thursday, December 8, 2022

Episode 1 - Mr. Kokkuri - Part 14.5

Don't forget to read the first part, or the previous part if you haven't!


In the last part, which was over a week ago(!), we reached the ending of the 'realist' route of Episode 1, but before we continue to this prelude to the other route, I ask you to check out my other blog, featuring my unofficial of the third Death Mark game! Now, all self-promotion aside (although it is related to what I'll say), let me explain why I will make a change in my schedule. 
After the next part, still in 4 days, the space in-between posts will increase to 8 days. This should allow me to update both blogs without any dip in quality, but I promise you this, all posts from now on will be long enough to make this worth the wait.
But, anyway, let's begin, shall we?

[We'll start with a change at the very beginning of the episode]


That would be---
              >Naturally, the first incident.
   >The latest case, of course.
   
Let's see if we get anything new about the second case.
   >The latest case, of course.
"Mr. Kogure, please tell me about the incident that occurred this morning."
"Yes, sir. In that case, let me give you a brief explanation."
According to Mr. Kogure, the second victim was Kaori Itou, a third-year student from classroom 4.


She was found by a teacher who stopped by the library earlier this morning.
Since it was too early for the students to be at school and she was dressed in plain clothes, it's widely believed that she snuck into the school last night or early in the morning and took her own life.
"Mr. Kogure. Do you know the cause of death?"
"Yes, sir. Based on our current assessment at the scene, we believe that a laceration to the abdomen was the direct cause of death."


"A laceration to the abdomen...?"
"Yes, sir... A kitchen knife was clutched in Kaori Ito's hand. Forensics had a hard time pulling it away..."
Mr. Kogure's face turned pale as he looked at me, perhaps remembering the situation at that time. It seems that he's a delicate person, despite his appearance.
But, that's much better than being apathetic. When you no longer feel anything when you see a dead body, you're done.
Due to our job, it's impossible not to get used to it, but we still must remember to mourn the dead.
"Mr. Kogure. Could you also tell me about the first suicide?"
"Yessir, understood."


According to Mr. Kogure's explanation, the first victim was {Narumi Hasebe}, a 3rd-grade student. After school last Thursday, she jumped off the roof of the school building and took her own life.
It seems that Mr. Kogure was present at the scene of the crime, so I trust him when he says there was no room for suspicion of homicide.
It's just that... It was later revealed during the autopsy that the amount of blood left in Narumi Hasebe's body was abnormally small...
This was the summary of the serial suicides that Mr. Kogure had told me about. After hearing the whole story, I decided to report back to Chief Sasaki.
[The text's the same as the other route's from here on, so let's move to the next choice]

I decide to---
      >shout for her to stop.
  >sneak up behind her.
        >try to take a closer look.
   
Maybe we'll find out who she is if we sneak up on her?
  >sneak up behind her.
"Mr. Kogure, let's approach her while she's not paying attention."
"Understood. Then, sir, please leave it to me. As I am skilled in the martial arts, I can sneak up on her without being noticed."
Come to think of it, I remember that when he introduced himself, he also mentioned how many dan he had each in Judo, Kendo, and Karate. Let's try leaving this to him then.
"Alright. Please do so, Mr. Kogure."
"...Roger!" Mr. Kogure is elated to be able to show off his special skills.
In the meantime, the fire in the girl's hand got a little bigger. It seems that she's trying to burn something.
There's no time. If we do this at our leisure, whatever she's holding will turn to ashes.
And the thought that it might be related to the case made me more and more impatient.
However, Mr. Kogure moved quickly. He was not slow and leisurely, but swift and nimble, closing the distance between himself and her without being noticed.
Incredible. This is a special ability perfect for a detective. I wonder if Mr. Kogure's Sergeant rank is due to this talent.
Mr. Kogure rapidly closed the distance and stood five meters behind the girl.


"Kyaaaah! Molester!"

A high-pitched scream broke the quiet tension. I looked up to see a female student peeking out of the window of the school building.
"Wh-!? A molester!? Where!? I won't let him get away!"
Mr. Kogure... that molester is probably meant to be you.
Imagine seeing a large man, who wasn't part of the school staff, sneaking up behind a female student.
No person could avoid crying out "molester"... and I feel sorry for Mr. Kogure for agreeing with that.
"Mr. Kogure, I think that was just a misunderstanding. But more importantly, look. She dropped this."
A crumpled-up piece of paper had fallen there. It seemed that she was trying to burn it. Whoever dropped it had taken advantage of the molester commotion and disappeared.
Nevertheless, Mr. Kogure's fear is also more useful than I thought. If we hadn't come to the back of the school building at his suggestion, we wouldn't have discovered this.
[After this, the text joins together with the past run's. Another jump!]

[Here's the choice between vomiting before or after eating, also, since the next difference's so close, I decided to keep everything in between]
I resolved myself and answered with---
                >B-before eating, please!"
    >"Naturally, after eating!"
   
This will definitely go well.
       >"Naturally, after eating!"


"Naturally, after eating!" I answered with pride. As the old saying goes, "You can't fight a war on an empty stomach."
"Well then, I'll have a chicken curry. Large."
"I'll have one too. Make it normal-sized. Ah, and add a raw egg as topping."
"I-I'll be fine with just juice." And so, Mr. Kogure sipped his tomato juice while the rest of us stuffed our cheeks with our chicken curry.





"...Now then." Ms. Hitomi cut in, wiping her thin, tiny lips, hardly seeming to have consumed such a large bowl of chicken curry.
I was only halfway through my meal, but Ms. Hitomi went about her business without a care in the world.


"I would like it if you kept everything I said off the record. I haven't reached a conclusion just yet."
"But I felt like I should let you guys know. Got it?"
I nodded my head with chicken curry still in my mouth.
"I couldn't help but notice the remaining blood volume in yesterday's autopsy results, so I did a little more digging and looked into the results. That's when..."
Mr. Kogure froze as he held the straw in his mouth. The tomato juice must have reminded him of blood.
"Sure enough, it doesn't make any sense. Kaori Itou's death was definitely caused by exsanguination through abdominal incisions, but the amount of blood left in her body was too small."
"During the autopsy, it bothered me that no matter where I cut, almost no blood..."
"E-excuse me!"
Mr. Kogure basically leaped out of his chair and moved his huge body towards the restroom.
You're lucky you only drank tomato juice. I ate chicken curry. And topped it with a raw egg.
"...? What's wrong with him?" The only one with a problem here is you, Ms. Hitomi. I acted as the straight man in my mind.
After that, I had to fight against the chicken curry trying to return to where it came from, even though it was supposed to have settled in my stomach.
[Junya sees double for a second]
Ms. Hitomi's descriptions, laced with complicated jargon, fell in one ear and came out the other. I vowed never to have dinner with Ms. Hitomi again.
"...Hey, are you listening, Junya-kun?"
"O-of course." Obviously not.
When Mr. Kogure returned from the toilet and took his seat, Ms. Hitomi finally explained the situation to us in simple terms that we could understand.
"I mean, you can't lose that much blood without some kind of external agent."
Incidentally, the blood left at the scene was in a puddle with a radius of around 20 cm.
Ms. Hitomi said that given the condition of Kaori Itou's body, a much larger amount of blood should have been left at the scene.
"B-but, Dr. Shikibu, there wasn't that much blood left at the scene."
"So it seems. As a medical examiner, I have no doubt that her death was a suicide. But in that case, where did her blood disappear to?"
"Y-you don't mean to tell us that a third party took the blood after Kaori Ito's suicide!?"
"Bullseye. You know your stuff. What's your name again?"
"I am Souichirou Kogure! I am 27 years old!" Mr. Kogure happily replied to her compliment. Nobody asked for his age though.
"Now, how is Detective Kazami going to solve this problem?" I was at a loss for an answer.
Let's assume that there is someone who removed Kaori Itou's blood. However, if that is the case, as Ms. Hitomi says, we run into a serious problem.
After all, Kaori Itou committed suicide. In order to take her blood, they would have had to know in advance of her death.
Is such a thing really possible?
"I see you've noticed the discrepancy. That's all I can do. I'll leave the rest to the future Great Detective to deduce."
Ms. Hitomi appears to enjoy watching me struggle.
"The person who took Kaori Itou's blood knew she was going to die. Or perhaps that person drove Kaori Itou to suicide in some way?"
"Then, they would be the culprit in this case..." I mumbled to myself without telling anyone in order to clear my confused head.
"And even if someone did remove her blood, for what purpose would they do it?"
Mr. Kogure was right. Why do they need blood? What in the world is the point of doing that?


Connection between Incident and Blood

Was there a third party when Kaori Itou committed suicide?
       >Such a thing is impossible.
         >The possibility cannot be denied.

Let's go in the opposite direction.
       >Such a thing is impossible.


If a third party doesn't exist, where did the blood go?
       >We don't know yet.
                    >There was a third party after all?
   
We're going the 'spiritual' route, so no third party.
       >We don't know yet.
At this stage, nothing can be truly determined. We have too little information and the case is too confusing.
It would be foolhardy to force an answer. We should be cautious here. Maybe I should show Ms. Hitomi a piece of evidence in my possession?


What evidence would be appropriate to show her?
                                                        >The piece of paper found in the library. (Conclusion)
              >The Ouija board. (Conclusion)
  
We already saw the one option, so we can only choose the other.
 >The Ouija board.
I took out the Ouija board that ended up in my chest pocket.


It has a reddish-black stain on it. Unless my hunch is off, this is probably blood. If I show it to Ms. Hitomi, she might be able to tell me what it is.
It's impossible for me to say if we'll gain any clues to an unexpected connection between this case and the blood.
"Um, could you take a look at this?" I hand over the Ouija board to Ms. Hitomi.
Seeing the reddish-black stain, she understood my intention, brought her fine, shapely nose close to it, and answered shortly. "...This is blood."
I wondered if it was possible to tell just by smelling it, but she was a professional rich in experience. I decided to trust her.
"Where did you get this?"
"Hanamine Private High School, where Kaori Itou committed suicide."
Ms. Hitomi looks at me with squinted eyes. "Hmm. How's this connected to the case?"
"That's, it's still..."
"You're not going to tell me that Mr. Kokkuri's curse is the cause of all this, are you?" Ms. Hitomi seems to know the meaning behind the Ouija board.
"Do you believe Mr. Kokkuri was able to take the blood of the girls who committed suicide?"
"T-that's impossible... right, sir?" Asked Mr. Kogure with a half-twitching smile.
Apparently, he can't stand blood or any kind of ghost story. Come to think of it, the day before yesterday, he refused to go into an otherwise empty school hallway.
Ms. Hitomi, annoyed at my refusal to clearly deny Mr. Kokkuri, began to lecture me in a strong tone.
"Alright. Let me teach you Mr. Kokkuri's true identity."
"Mr. Kokkuri's true identity...?" We both asked at roughly the same time.
"First, a ten-yen coin is placed on a piece of paper listed with hiragana and numbers, and two or three people place their fingers on the coin together to summon Mr. Kokkuri."
"Mr. Kokkuri, Mr. Kokkuri, please come forth. Mr. Kokkuri, Mr. Kokkuri, please come forth..."
"Then Mr. Kokkuri manifests and answers your questions. Some people say Mr. Kokkuri is a fox spirit or a low-level spirit, but that is simply absurd."
"Mr. Kokkuri happens due to a physiological phenomenon called 'automatic muscle movement' or 'unconscious muscular motion'."
"...?" I tilt my head as I hear some words for the first time.


"When a person who believes in Mr. Kokkuri plays it, they're already under the {self-suggestion} that Mr. Kokkuri is real."
"And once they ask a question, their unconscious, affected by self-suggestion, derives an answer..."


This phenomenon, also known as 'automatic writing', can be explained as an instinctual human mechanism."
"It's not a fox or a spirit that moves the ten-yen coin, but the "power of your own convictions"."
"But, Dr. Shikibu, you talk about the power of belief, but when I played Mr. Kokkuri for the first time, I didn't believe it at all, so how did it work?"
"I get what you're saying. But once you joined into the excitement, overturning your preconceived notions and distrust, you began to believe in Mr. Kokkuri."
"In fact, you believed Mr. Kokkuri in the end, didn't you?"
"Y-yes, ma'am..."
"For example, if someone intentionally moves a ten-yen coin or makes a noise that suggests psychic phenomena, the possibility of self-suggestion increases."
"In the company of someone who already believes in Mr. Kokkuri, there's a good chance they'll unintentionally and unconsciously provide a stimulus."
"By repeating Mr. Kokkuri, the self-suggestion deepens, and it becomes easier to fall into a hypnotic state. In other words, the power of your beliefs becomes increasingly stronger."
"The words "self-suggestion" and "hypnosis" might conjure up dubious images, but they are being studied in the medical field as well."
"There have been cases where anxiety sufferers have chanted 'I will feel better' over and over in their minds, resulting in a decrease in their anxiety and improvement of their symptoms."
"If used correctly, the power of beliefs can even cure the human body from the inside out. Just like the saying, "Illness begins with the mind", you see."
"But it can be dangerous if used in the wrong way. If an amateur tries it lightly, it can induce conditions such as mass apoplexy or mental derangement." [Look up 'how to create a tulpa' to see this in real life]
"As a matter of fact, during the Mr. Kokkuri craze about 20 years ago, there were several accidents in schools across the country that even made the newspapers."
"And I've heard that autosuggestion, like Mr. Kokkuri's, is sometimes misused in cult rituals."
"The power of human beliefs is stronger than you can imagine... That's why they should never be abused."
"Mr. Kokkuri's true nature is the power of human beliefs... The causal relationship between this series of suicides and Mr. Kokkuri hasn't been made clear yet."
"But if we assume that there is a connection between the two, what kind of relation can we establish?"


The Case and Mr. Kokkuri

Is there any causal relationship between the serial suicides and Mr. Kokkuri?
>I don't think so.
            >There seems to be one.

Although I think going the realist route in this segment, let's continue with the 'spiritual' choices.
            >There seems to be one.


Is Mr. Kokkuri really just self-suggestion?
 >Yes.
                               >It may not be only that.

Probably not.
                               >It may not be only that.


Does Mr. Kokkuri have powers that science cannot explain?
          >I have a feeling it does.
 >No, that can't be.

Not very confident, are we?
          >I have a feeling it does.


A power unexplainable by science... That is...?
>Mr. Kokkuri's curse. (Conclusion)
  >This is no good. Let's rethink this.

IT'S A CURSE, AAAHH!
>Mr. Kokkuri's curse. (Conclusion)
Although Ms. Hitomi denied it outright, that doesn't necessarily mean that Mr. Kokkuri cannot induce an unknown force other than self-suggestion.


When it comes to Mr. Kokkuri and an unknown power, the next thing that comes to mind is the word {curse}.
But to admit this would mean the collapse of the common sense that we've been defending.
I don't think I'm being foolish, but I don't want to deny a possibility based on preconceptions and common sense alone for a question yet unanswered.
But there is also no need to take such a risk and emphasize the possibility of a curse at this stage of the investigation.
In any case, there's too little information. More info will be necessary to solve this problem.
"...I'm not 100% sure I'm telling the truth. Moreover, to find out the truth, you need information from multiple perspectives to be more precise."
"In that sense, you should probably take this kind of ghost story to Mr. Kirisaki. I'm sure he would be delighted to cooperate with you."
"Kirisaki-kun" is the name of my brother-in-law. Suimei Kirisaki. He's a lecturer of folkloric studies at a university in Tokyo, and has a strong interest in folklore and ghost stories.
Come to think of it, I was lectured about Mr. Kokkuri a long time ago. That's right. I should go ask my brother for his opinion.
[After this, it continues the same as last time, so let's jump to the place where the routes diverge]


Future Direction of the Investigation

To begin with, is this case really a suicide?
                            >At this stage, the likelihood is high.
       >It may not be suicide.
   
Was it suicide, or a curse?
       >It may not be suicide.


Then, were the girls murdered? If so, who killed them?
                                                    >Someone who had a grudge against them.
       >Mr. Kokkuri.
   
The man-ritual-spirit-thing himself.
       >Mr. Kokkuri.


But that would be an affirmation of the paranormal and an abandonment of conventional wisdom...
                                                       >Even so, I'm not concerned with that. (Conclusion)
      >I should think this over.
   
I literally do not care, says Junya.
                                                       >Even so, I'm not concerned with that. (Conclusion)


Now, let's stop here. I thought this post was much shorter than it should have been, but I think it's fine for a half-episode, I hope you guys agree too. But, next part will contain the beginning of the spiritual route, and although it may be similar to the other route, it will be translated in its entirety.

Anyway, see you then!

Wednesday, December 7, 2022

92 - Automatic Writing

【自動書記、jidou-shoki】

Automatic writing is a phenomenon in which a spirit or other entity expresses words or sentences in this world through a medium or a person with psychic abilities.


There are various methods of automatic writing, including using a pencil like in ordinary writing, and more recently, using a computer or word processor.

However, the method of automatic writing that is easiest to imagine is through the use of an Ouija board.


It can be said that in the United States, at the beginning of the 20th century, spirits summoned by Ouija boards were able to produce books through automatic writing.

In 1913, two married women, Emily and Pearl, living in St. Louis, Missouri, were playing on an ouija board when the board began to spell out poetic sentences.

The spirit called itself Patience Worth and made various predictions for them.

Patience's existence became well known in the neighborhood, before being eventually publicized throughout the United States by journalists.

Patience then wrote and published various stories via Mrs. Curran's Ouija board and dictation, including "The Sorry Tale" and "Hope Trueblood".

Although initially well received, due in part to its novelty, Patience's verbose writing soon received a scathing critique.

She published several more books and journals, but public interest had already waned, and Patience disappeared from the literary scene with the death of Mrs. Curran in 1937.

Who in the world was this Patience Worth?

It's still unclear whether she was a personality created by Mrs. Curran herself, or a real spirit invoked by an Ouija board.


Mr. Kokkuri's séance is also a kind of automatic writing, but psychics regard it as dangerous because it's said to summon low-level animal spirits.