Chapter 4: Jack and Emily IV

After successfully getting rid of the weirdos who were watching me, I sat comfortably in a teahouse near Stomach Head Park. There is no murder, no corpse, and no oak in the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info, everything seems so beautiful. I ordered a glass of orange juice and opened the book to read it.

- Emily sat silently for an hour at dawn, looking at Jack's sleeping face.

- Under that innocent sleeping face, she never thought that she would hide such a big secret. Jack has carried this secret to the present day alone, and Emily also wants to help Jack share his burden.

I ran my fingertips over the words in the book, and only then could I calm down with excitement. Jack and Emily were childhood friends, and they grew up liking each other. At the end of the previous volume, Emily stumbles upon Jack's diary, which reveals the secret of Jack's origins, who is the illegitimate son of the old lord. And the current lord, that is, Emily's father, killed Jack's father to ascend to the throne of lordship. Jack has always wanted to avenge his father, but he knows that he can't defeat the current lord, so he can only talk about it in the bottom of his heart.

"Ah, that's it. I was wondering what Emily would have done since she learned Jack's secret?" I muttered excitedly, "Did you sit for an hour? ”

- I'm not surprised that my father would do something like that. But he's still my father after all. But, Jack he- Jack, he has been silently enduring all this by himself for so many years. I'm going to have to support Jack no matter what!" Emily said to herself......

I flipped to the next page and continued reading.

- I'm going to be killed, I'm going to be killed by you.

Huh?!

I couldn't believe my eyes. I adjusted my glasses, then pulled the book a little closer and looked at it closely. The previous page reads, "I'm going to trust Jack anyway!" Emily muttered to herself, ...... to herself, but when she turned the page, it turned to "I'm going to be killed, I'm going to be killed by you." ”。

Why is this place suddenly being killed?

I was confused and read on.

- Always, all the time, all the time, all the time. I became more and more scared, and finally even my hair fell out.

"What kind of new development is this? Is it a stalker?" I couldn't help but complain, "Why is even my hair falling out!"

I began to keep moving my fingertips, reading the story below. It was here that I came across something in the gap between the pages. I hold it in front of my eyes.

It's hair. Black hair, very long, her owner should be a girl. I threw my hair away, but the touch of my hair wrapped around my fingers lingered. There must be something wrong with this book, this book is strange and can't go any further. I reminded myself over and over again, but I still wanted to know what was going on next for Jack and Emily.

- Because I was so scared, I didn't know who to turn to. And, even if I did, the police wouldn't necessarily believe me. Thinking like this, my hair fell out. The mood was so heavy that I couldn't help but carve words under the table in the teahouse. No, the story of Jack and Emily takes place in a dreamlike Middle Ages, so why is there a police officer here? Is there a clerical error on the part of the author? and they also engrave under the table in the teahouse......

"Wait...... It's not going to be in this teahouse. ”

I tucked the book in my arms, then folded my uniform skirt and squatted down. I looked cautiously under the table, but all I could see was the wood-colored texture. Well, no, there is no lettering here. I double-checked, and none of the four corners were inscribed. But it's impossible to think about it, how could I take what is written in the book seriously?

I stood up safely, but my head slammed under the table and made a loud noise. My head hurts, the eyes of the people around me are so dazzling, and the orange juice on the table seems to be spilled. The orange juice slid down the corners of the table, and I carefully avoided it. You can't get your new uniform dirty. Then, I suddenly noticed. Slowly words appeared under the table wet with orange juice.

- I'm going to be killed, who will save me!

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The phone rang suddenly. I had no choice but to hold the book in my arms and pull out my phone.

"Hey, who is it?"

"Ahh Ku's voice immediately came out of his hand, "Your uncle already knows that you have taken the books from the bookstore." ”

"That's ......"

"Let me be clear, this is not my secret. In fact, a strange man wearing a hat and a scarf came up and asked what was "Jack and Emily", and said that his favorite women liked to read the book very much. My uncle found out if he had any, and then asked me about it. There's no way I'll give you out. Now your uncle is angry and says he wants to teach you a good lesson. I'm sorry!"

"That's ......"

"So, where are you now? If you go home earlier and explain, your uncle won't be so angry. "Do you need me to tell you the secret? Just focus on your uncle's new apron and cooking, and you'll be fine." ”

"That's ......"

"So, where are you now! It's getting dark. ”

"I ...... Where are you now?"

I looked around, and I thought I was walking on a path. It's a little dark around, and the telephone poles look like they're going to fall over. I seemed to have been reading while walking, but now I'm in a place I don't know.

I thought about it for a moment, then I felt too tired, so I hung up my phone and continued to read the book. It's okay or something. What fascinates me the most now is the story of Jack and Emily. I'm looking forward to what happens after that?

- I wanted to cry out for help, but I couldn't make a sound. It was dark in front of me, and it became difficult to breathe.

While reading a book, I took out my phone to light it up, and it was already dark.

- At this point, a small park appeared at the end of the road.

I rubbed my eyes, and now I seemed to be walking to the head of the stomach park before I knew it.

- After walking along the red fence and through the woods, the small park is in front of you. There were no swings, no facilities, just unfinished trellises, and I understood that. Hardly anyone will come here.

I was a little tired from walking, so I rested for a while against the red fence in Stomach Head Park. It seems that few people come here, and the road is already full of fallen leaves, but no one has cleaned them up. I looked around and saw a bench not far away. I remember the first time I came to Stomach Head Park, Mr. Duan seemed to be resting on this bench. I shrugged my shoulders and sat down on the bench to continue reading.

- In the evening, I was alone in the park reading a book. Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name behind my back. The voice was low, stiff, somewhat foreign-looking, and there was always a slimy feeling between the sentences. "Junko, Junko, I like you so much!" Although the words contained a confession of love, the voice could only make me feel terrified. I could hear it from the people who were watching me day and night.

"Eh, Junko......"

I couldn't help but be surprised to read the book again. It's Junko, I read that right.

"Wait, why is there a completely Japanese name in a book by an English writer, Junko, and where did Jack and Emily go? When did it become a first-person perspective?"

When I saw this, I suddenly came to my senses. While reading a book in a teahouse, I was unconsciously fascinated. I somehow walked out of the teahouse and into the street, reading a book as I went. When I was on the phone before, I was too fascinated to pay attention to what she was saying. Why did I come to the small park alone in the evening? Obviously I found a body in the stomach head park before, wasn't it? It was found by Hibigu, the woman who had been missing for two months, it seems that her name was Junko Akakoshi......

My eyes widened and I flipped through the pages again. That's right, the inexplicable character who suddenly appeared in the book is Junko. Why is there a murdered woman in "Jack and Emily": Junko Akakoshi? I sat on a bench and grabbed my hair vigorously. No matter how you think about it, there is only one possibility-

Miss Junko Akakoshi, who is interested in reading, also enjoys watching "Jack and Emily" as much as I do. One evening, she came alone to the bench in Stomach Head Park to read. At this moment, Mr. Stalker, who had been following her, suddenly came out and made a confession to Junko. But it is clear that Junko can't accept Mr. Stalker, so Mr. Stalker ......

My heart was pounding. This book may be the result of the resentment of the dead Junko Akakoshi, and she turned everything she experienced into a book, so that more people can read it and let more people know the truth. I don't want to read books like this, I want to read a slightly tangled love story, I want to read "Jack and Emily", I don't want to read such a heavy book as the deceased's own account!

However, I couldn't close the book. My eyes continued reading as if they were out of control. The hair in the middle of the pages became wet. I brushed my hair away, but it made a bright red mark on the book. I trembled and tried to wipe the red mark off with my hands, and I endured the slimy touch as I rubbed the pages, but more red liquid came out between the cracks in my hair.

I know, it must be blood, it must be the blood of the dead.

I said...... That book wouldn't be ...... Jack and Emily. ”

Suddenly, someone accosted me behind my back, and I jumped up from the bench in fright. The voice was low, stiff, somewhat foreign-looking, and there was always a slimy feeling between the sentences. I quickly closed the book and held it in my arms. A man appeared behind me. He wore a hat and a scarf, and there was a strange smell all over his body. I stepped back cautiously. I know this person, I have seen this person at the door of the Unondo. He was staring at me with a slimy gaze, like a natural stalker.

"Yes...... It must be "Jack and Emily", I've been looking for this book for a long time......" The man who seemed to be a stalker said as he approached me, "Let me see, let me see this book, I really want to know how Junko wrote it." ”

Been looking for "Jack and Emily...... Did he already know that there was Miss Junko's self-report in this? Could it be that the strange person he called before was him?

Mr. Stalker is getting closer, and the smell of him makes me frown. I could see his right hand stretched back slightly, and he was holding something. In the dim light of the streetlights, I felt the thing flashing. It must be a knife, the one that killed Miss Junko.

"Could it be...... You're Mr. Koji Sagami?"

"Oh, why do you know my name?" Mr. Sagami raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing my words, "My parents may not remember me, why do you know my name?"

"That's because ......"

I couldn't help but glance down at the book I was holding in my arms. I just read it, and it's very clear in the book:

- Koji Sagami started talking to me. He said that his parents were divorced, and he said that no one cared about him at all, and that he seemed to be transparent about the world. Even if he dies somewhere, no one will find out. He said he was that kind of being. That all changed after he met me, though. He said how much he liked me, and he said he was hooked on me the first time he saw me at the convenience store. For my sake, he constantly researched my preferences and wanted to know everything about me. He said he loved me so heartbreakingly.

- However, I simply could not accept this heavy love. I wish I hadn't been to that convenience store so I wouldn't have met Koji Sagami. So I turned him down. Koji Sagami's face twisted, and then he pulled out a knife......

"Hey, why do you know my name?"

Now, Koji Sagami is approaching me like Junko-sama. As if he were very agitated, he took off his hat and scarf, and no longer hid the knife in his right hand. Then the dim light of the street lamp made me see that Mr. Sagami had two scratches on his neck, almost like a woman's scratch.

I realized something wasn't good.

If Koji Sagami is the murderer of Miss Junko, then he must not want to be known. And now I know not only his name, but also that he killed someone, and he must be trying to kill me now!