On the way to work in the infirmary, Makura stopped his hand when he saw his face in a glass window.
It's already dark outside.
Reflecting the fluorescent light, the windows reflect indoors.
Close your face, glance under your eyes with your fingers, and squirm.
(... Bear, are you getting thinner?
I hear voices from the side.
"Doctor, if you like."
Fumbling, Bobcut's young woman, White Valley, was offering a compact.
She's the leader of the communications squad, but now she's out of shift helping me work on Makura.
"Thank you"
Receive quietly and glance into the mirror.
Skin fatigue cannot be hidden, but I feel better than before.
White Valley is Nico and
"It's hard, isn't it? I can't even make up... But the teacher is fine because he's awesome! I'm proud of you."
"... don't tease me too much"
Makura shyly distracts her gaze.
On the desk is a cardboard box, which is packed with documents. It was in the city hall headquarters office, and it's a list of things that have been used and memoirs.
The two of them were doing that check.
A few days ago, two women in the government building were found missing.
When the investigation made the city hall noisy, but with the new man's suicide, the noise converged. Because there was a suicide note left to confess to my heart's failure.
Heart case of one man and two women.
In that conclusion, the investigation of the operational headquarters has already stopped.
The only two people continuing the investigation were Makura and Shiraya.
White Valley said in a very heavy tone as he lined up at his desk and looked through the documents.
"Me, I guess... I don't think there's any weird circumstances about this one. 'Cause you don't have a choice. In this situation..."
"... right"
Inside, Makura felt the same way.
As for Makura, who was also in charge of counseling, I can't turn a blind eye to all humans.
This is a situation where families, places to return, surrounded by monsters, don't even know where the world is going. No wonder there are people out there trying to die when they hear that rescue is not coming.
Makura herself, mentally and spiritually, came to be supported by her duties.
Like Yusuke, not all humans can live floating. Makura thought so.
"But Mr. Takemura was concerned, too. I'm going to do what I can."
Hearing that, Shibuya laughed softly.
"Good for you, Doctor."
"... what is it"
Makura answered off her gaze to the teasing voice of Shibuya.
"Nhehe."
"... please don't. I'm sick."
"That's it! Doctor, you've come to talk to me normally, haven't you? I don't feel like a doctor. That's what I'm happy about. You may be rude to your teacher."
"... No, I don't mind"
Makura smiled bitterly,
"Right. Indeed...... I'm glad you're close from now on."
"Yes, of course."
White Valley answers full of energy.
Checks on documents continued afterwards, but information such as this was not available.
In the first place, the suicide was a person on the guard squad, with few aspects involved in the paperwork. As much as the names appear on other human-written shift tables and squad divisions, the handwriting confirmation is indescribable. I didn't even know what other information to ask for.
White Valley said unfortunately that the unconfirmed ones were finally gone.
"It would have been nice if someone had just spoken to me."
"Yep..."
"But with all this research, I think Takemura will convince you, too. I can't look into it any more."
"I hope so..."
Makura sighed and put the paperwork down, taking the medical records that were on her desk.
It belongs to a suicide man.
This one checked exactly when I first started the investigation.
There are no noticeable injuries or illnesses, and there is no mental instability. I'm not being social, but I haven't had any trouble. I seem to have had quite a relationship with a fellow guard squad member.
There are no suspicions.
I also confirmed the medical records of the two missing persons, but they didn't look like the kind of people who plotted their hearts.
But on top of the medical records, yes.
After all, did I miss the bud?
(If you're listening more seriously, or...)
"Doctor, would you like to take a short break for tea?
"... yeah, right..."
I knew Shibuya was being careful and telling me, but Makura answered that in a raw reply.
Blur and medical records.
…………
Second, an unclear discomfort came to mind.
The medical records were written by Makura, so it is natural that the registration cards and handwriting written by him are different.
Suitable for both name and age.
But...
(... this is...)
I rush to take a registration card from the side and compare the two.
You sensed the signs, White Valley called out.
"... sir? What's the matter, sir?
Makura does not answer.
After a while of silence, Makura looked up.
"... Excuse me, Mr. White Valley. Can you call the leaders of each squad to the conference room? We'll have an emergency meeting."
"Ah, yes. If you're in a hurry, on the air."
"No, not in person. I'll be around, too. It doesn't matter if it takes time. Try not to let the others know...... can you please?
"Yes..."
Seeing Makura's unusual atmosphere, Shiraya answered with a very tense face.
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An hour later, everyone was in the conference room, including the chairman's water bridge.
The procurement team is out in the outdoor center, so it's the other leaders. It also includes the White Valley of the communications squad.
"Wrong kanji for the name?
One person who heard about Makura said it in surprise.
"It looks the same..."
Comparing the medical records and registration cards arranged on the table, the man puts his neck up.
"Look at this"
Makura wrote on the whiteboard a letter in the name of the suicide. Write another identical kanji next to it, but that one was faintly different in shape.
"It's anisotropic. This kanji is usually written longer on the top horizontal bar, but on the contrary in my medical records, it is longer on the bottom"
"... is that something or is it a problem?
The length of the line was only slightly different, and the difference was likely to be as much if you hurried to write it.
"It's..."
Makura puts her hands on her mouth and shows her contemplative posture.
The man, bewildered, gives two documents to the person beside him.
As the paperwork circled the table and everyone confirmed it, Makura opened her mouth.
"… even in hospitals and elsewhere, it is often the case that the name that is registered in the management system is different from the kanji character in the person's handwriting. Because there are many anisotropic characters, and computers cannot reproduce them."
Makura continued.
"But this medical record was written by me with reference to the registration card before the inquiry. I also checked with the person because I thought it was a name rewrite. But he said it was the right way to write. Handwriting says that's a habit...... Now I remember...... But the registration card written by the person is now a normal way to write. It's not the same as the medical records I wrote."
"That means..."
"Your registration card has been rewritten"
I got a blur.
"So... what about that suicide note? Did you check the handwriting with this?
"... that means someone else... oh my god..."
Fabrication of suicide note.
The possibility that it wasn't just suicide made the air noisy.
In the meantime, the chairman's water bridge opened his mouth. Looking at Makura,
"What do you want to do?
Makura silenced for a moment,
"… distribute some questionnaire to everyone at City Hall. Find the card handwriting and anything close from there. If the killer is careful, he may have intentionally changed it, but he should be able to catch the star."
"Okay. It's better as soon as possible."
The water bridge nods. You look tough, but you don't see much upset. He should have been a former high school teacher in his fifties, but maybe he had a masterpiece nearby unexpectedly, Makura thought.
There was a sound of the conference room door opening.
Plumping, two men, were about to come in.
I'm wearing a guard squad armband.
"What? I'm in a meeting right now. If you have business to do later..."
The leader of the talking guard squad blew up behind him with a roar.
The explosion vibrates the billies and the air, bouncing around the meeting room.
Everyone on the table froze.
The man had a black cylinder on his wooden stock... with a shotgun like he used to hunt. As the man slid under the barrel and loaded the next bullet, the drained pod fell to the floor.
The leader of the fallen guard squad had his chest stained bright red and blood splashed on the table as well. I don't even feel ticklish.
A man opened his mouth.
"Shoot from the guy who moved"
"Hi..."
The muzzle turned toward one of the men who had him twisted to flee.
"! Wait!
A raised water bridge was ripped off the desk after a quick, pointed shotgun shot. Blood tide jumps like you waved paint with a hake and your body is slapped to the floor.
The second gunshot sounded oddly small as to whether his ear was still paralyzed.
Makura was holding them together, as if frozen.
……
Gunshots and tinnitus go away.
Neither the leader of the guard squad nor the chairman's water bridge remain on the floor, falling and lying motionless.
The other humans remained seated, gazed at the men, stiff.
The man was in his thirties or so. In a business coat with a waist length, a grey sweater and a Y-shirt peek from the closed collar.
Neither was the face vicious, a flair such as an ordinary salaried man who was so tired, but with a shotgun on his right hand side.
"Ah..."
Shotgun responded to someone's leaked voice. A scream bitterly swallows at the muzzle pointing at him.
"I'll shoot you even if you talk. Do as I say."
It was a flat voice.
In a paralyzed thought, Makura thought of the man's identity.
One of the newcomers has offered to cooperate with the security team before the shift change.
Furthermore, at the scene of the suicide, Yusuke was one of the first guards to react and move when he asked to confirm the handwriting of the suicide note. Yes, I was there...
The man in the business court looked at Makura's letters written on the whiteboard and told him to look tired.
"The teacher, too, is half sharp so don't bother... More dead people."
"Heh."
Another man laughed with his nose.
This is a hooded hoodie, about a teenager. He smiles with a nigga from under his brunette cut all the time.
The boy put down a large sports bag that was hanging on his right hand and began to take out the tools.
It's a bunch of stacked towels and gum tape, and a bunch of tie bands.
A man in the coat glanced at the conference room and said:
Everybody, put your hands behind your chairs.
The reaction was slow. The shotgun arrow tip is pointed at his face, and they all follow the instructions like a bounced spring.
Makura remains standing near the whiteboard, unable to move.
Don't move.
A boy walks behind a pipe chair and restrains the member's hands and feet with a tie band. It's a thin band made of plastic that I use to put the cord together. Scissors will cut right away, but I can't take them off on my own first.
In addition, he wraps gum tape around his mouth and a towel around his neck. Strangulation turns his head, but the towel just seemed loose.
"Fine."
At the end of the member's detention, the man on the court lowered his gun. Open the front socket and take two shotguns from the belt of the hips and load them inside from the bottom of the gun. A plastic cylindrical cartridge was seen stabbing sloppily at the belt.
"Get ready."
"Ai"
A boy started taking his stuff out of the back of his sports bag.
What appeared was three parts in a strange shape. Two things like an extremely inverse ski board and one like a loose arc boomerang. This one has a handshake in the center and is lightweight with a mid-out hole.
A boy assembles them quickly.
Where the strings were strained, I found out that was the bow. There is a handshake in the center, with an arc extending up and down. Made of metal, it was over a metre long. It was the kind of bow used for competitions, with a number of complex parts.
At the end of the assembly, the boy wrapped the cloth around Parker's left and narrowed down the sagging. Put on a penetrating glove and fist a few times to see how you're doing. Dozens of arrow blades and shafts were visible in the arrow barrel around his right hip.
"Oh, someone's here."
Footsteps approaching from outside the hallway.
I heard an earlier gunshot, and a nearby person came, apparently.
…………
There is sweat in Makura's hands.
The gaze of the man on the court leaning against the table turned to Makura.
The shotgun is still in its hands.
When the door was knocked, a man approached the entrance fluttering.
'It sounds like you heard something loud, is there something wrong?
A man answers with an untouched voice.
"This one's fine. Since this is an important meeting right now, could you investigate and report back later?"
'Okay. I'll check it out here.'
During the conversation, the man on the court watched Makura the whole time. The right hand shotgun is pointed at the shadow outside, and his index finger is on the trigger so that he can shoot at any time.
Makura couldn't do anything.
Footsteps keep me away from the conference room.
When I heard that, a man said blush.
"Well... this one's good enough with a teacher"
"Yes, sir."
A boy pulled a large swing of knife out of his hips. Walk unconstitutionally to members in captivity.
The first one couldn't react.
He grabbed his hair and a knife slipped over his empty throat.
The blood that erupted was blocked by a towel pulled up by the boy. Blood drips out of the gap.
"Don't run away."
The second collapsed on the floor from chair to chair as soon as possible.
There the boy becomes a horse rider and runs the knife.
My body cramped with bicun.
Blood od-smelling.
Inside the conference room, a number of groans and screams were raised blocked by gum tape. The pipe chair squeaks like a scream, rattling on the floor.
Makura tried to raise her voice of restraint and her knee collapsed. My hips fall to the floor.
"Ah..."
I couldn't believe that two lives were taken lightly. Four people have already been here since these men came.
Parker's boy slits the human throat in the conference room. Blood that the towel couldn't suck spreads on the floor.
My colleagues, who have been running City Hall together for so long, are going to be killed.
Gatan, and there was a sound of a chair falling nearby.
"……………………"
There were fallen White Valley and eyes.
He is crying with his mouth blocked and his bright red face crooked into gushagusha.
On the floor, an incontinence puddle spreads.
When the boy's hand rested on his hair, a man's voice of restraint reached him.
"That's good."
"Hmm? Really?
Parker's boy looked around, and when he saw no other moving human being, he stretched out dauntlessly.
"Mm-hmm. So this is it? All the leaders are gone, and we're done here."
"Don't get distracted. We still have those guys."
"Yes, sir."
The boy pointed to the White Valley at the tip of the knife,
"Why are you there? It seems like it would be useful."
"Fine. I'll take these two hostages. We're going to move to the west wing, but if one of us escapes, we'll kill the other. It's the same even if you resist. All right?"
White Valley crying with her mouth blocked and Makura staying stunned.
You didn't even ask for a reply, and the man immediately took his gaze off.
A hoodie boy with a bow opens the conference room door.
"Now go. Departure for New Heaven and Earth! I wonder if they're doing well."
Nodded from behind by the men, Makura and Shiraya were in an indelible foothold, leaving the conference room behind.