"Tick-tick-"

In the dark room, the sound of water droplets was constantly ringing.

Yamada slowly opened his eyes and looked at the darkness around him, looking a little puzzled.

Where's this? Shouldn't I be eating?

He sat up, thinking back to what had happened before. But as soon as he thought about it, a sharp pain reached his mind.

He covered his head, leaning against the wall with a painful expression, and the sheets under him were also clutched in his hands.

After a while, he finally got through it. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the sheets under him had been deformed by him.

Yamada wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and prepared to get out of bed and pour himself a glass of water to drink. Lifting the quilt, he stepped barefoot on the ground, and then groped his way to the door.

Successfully groped for the door, twisted the doorknob, and after walking out, he pressed the switch on the door again.

In an instant, the real living room was filled with light, and he quickly closed his eyes.

Accustomed to the bright light for a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes, glanced around the living room, and then turned to the dining room.

But as soon as he saw the restaurant for the first time, his face instantly turned pale, and he fell directly to the ground retching.

In the dining room, on the floor, on the chairs, on the tables, almost everywhere as far as the eye could see was stained with blood.

And the tenant of this house, the beautiful and touching Miss Tomie, was cut into pieces and placed on the dining table. The limbs, torso, and internal organs were all neatly stacked together, and at the top was Miss Tomie's smiling head, and next to it was a bloodstained kitchen knife that was already starting to fade.

Yamada sat on the ground, retching constantly, but no matter what, he just couldn't vomit anything, even if he ate a lot of ground before again.

If he could vomit well, the feeling of nausea and nausea in his heart could be greatly reduced, but he couldn't vomit it out, and he only vomited some bile after retching for a long time.

Holding back the feeling of nausea, he slowly got up from the ground and slowly approached the table. But as soon as he saw the neatly arranged body on the table, acid water kept coming out of his stomach, and then he retched against the wall for a while.

Finally walking to the table, he trembled and picked up Tomie's head. But the moment he picked it up, a sharp pain hit him again.

He covered his head with one hand and slowly squatted down against the wall with the other, and Tomie's head was casually thrown aside by him.

Along with his headaches recurred, there were also his memories. In an instant, pictures played in his mind like a marquee, and scenes began to be replayed.

No! It's not true! That's not me! It's fake! This must be fake!

In the memory, he saw that he was crazy with alcohol, stumbled to his feet, hugged Tomie, who was about to come over to help him, and then threw her directly to the ground, completely ignoring her shouting, took off her clothes, and then toyed with it......

Then he saw that Tomie was too noisy, and went into the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, making her shut her mouth forever. In the end, in the end, Tomie became what he was in front of him, and he himself took off his coat and went into the back room to sleep......

Yamada only felt a growing pain in his head, as if his head was about to crack. To stop the pain, he had to keep banging his head against the wall. It was bleeding until he stopped.

At this time, when he looked at Tomie again, he had lost the initial feeling of nausea, but became calm.

He first went to the bathroom to wash off the blood on his forehead, took out a band-aid to cover the wound, and then after searching in the living room for a while, he returned to the dining room with a few more black plastic bags in his hands.

Back at the restaurant, Yamada frowned and looked at the slaughterhouse-like scene in front of him, sighed helplessly, and began to deal with it.

After a period of scrambling, the restaurant was finally back to its original state, but the smell of blood in the air and a few tightly wrapped plastic bags in the corners hinted at a crime that had taken place here.

After doing this, the matter was not over, he took the perfume and sprayed it inside and out, especially the restaurant and the two garbage bags. He didn't nod until the whole room was filled with the smell of perfume and there was no trace of perfume at all.

As long as there is no smell coming out of this house, then the next-door neighbor will not find out and will not call the police. As for those things, no one in this house will come back except me anyway. I'll take care of it when I have time.

As for the school, I said that Tomie's parents contacted me and forcibly took Tomie away. Well, this excuse is good, Tomie was originally run away from home, and it makes sense to be forcibly taken back. When this time passes, I'm sure few people will remember Tomie again.

Sitting in the car, Yamada rarely lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly.

Since when did I stop smoking?, he tilted his head and thought as he looked at the old cigarette case in his hand.

It seems that when I had a child, I knew that smoking was extremely harmful to my child's health, so I quit smoking......

In my mind, the child's cute face slowly emerged, but somehow, that face began to change, becoming more and more like Tomie, and finally Tomie's face appeared in his mind, and it turned into a smiling head again.

Yamada was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat, and he shook his head, wanting to completely forget Tomie.

It's okay, it's okay, Tomie is no longer there, and she will never tempt me again.

He shook his head as he kept silently thinking in his heart, wanting to forget Tomie. But the more he meditated, the clearer Tomie's face became, and the greater the fear in his heart.

He couldn't help but be a little scared, afraid that if Tomie's matter was really known, he would definitely go to prison.

No, this matter must not be known, if it is really known, one's wife and children will definitely be discriminated against by others! The most important thing is that it will definitely hurt the children! The child will definitely be ridiculed and said that she has a father who is a murderer.

Yes, yes, yes, divorce, as long as the divorce is over, then my relationship with them will be broken. Even if they resent me for the rest of their lives, I can't let them bear the stigma of their own murderer family.

The more Yamada felt panicked, the more determined he became to divorce.

However, it is still early in the morning and most people are still sleeping. So, he had to wait patiently until 7 o'clock in the morning before he set up the car and returned home. And in order to divorce his wife smoothly, he also specially tore up the sachet given by Tomie and sprinkled the incense powder inside on himself.

After doing this, he staggered into the house.

At home, the wife, as usual, got up early to prepare breakfast, and when she saw Yamada coming back, she raised her eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised, but she didn't say anything, and took out a glass from the cabinet and put it on the table, and then went on to fry the eggs.

Seeing this, Yamada didn't say anything, and sat directly on the chair and waited for breakfast. He planned to talk to his wife about divorce after eating breakfast and letting the children go out to play.

Soon, breakfast was served on the table, and his children had already washed up. When he saw that his father was also at the table, he hurriedly trotted towards Yamada.

When Yamada saw his child rushing towards him, he lovingly reached out and picked him up. Seeing this, his wife also shook her head, didn't say anything, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Dad, you smell so good!" the child leaned against Yamada's clothes and sniffed it, looked up at him, and said.

Yamada smiled and didn't answer him, but carried him back to the chair and said, "Hurry up and eat, finish eating, go and play with your little friend." ”

When his wife heard what the child said, her body shook, and she didn't speak, but patted the child's head and said, "Taro, you can go out to play with your little friends after eating, didn't you say yesterday that there was a baseball game today, finish eating early, hurry up and practice!"

After hearing this, Taro Yamada nodded earnestly, took a big bite of breakfast, jumped off the table, took a baseball suit, and went out.

"I'm out playing!"

"Stay safe!"

Now only Yamada and his wife are left in the whole house.

Both of them have a very tacit understanding, and they both put down the knives and forks in their hands.

"Can you talk?" said Yamada lightly, looking at his wife.

"Of course. The wife replied calmly.

"Let's get a divorce, the house is one for each person, the money is also half for one person, and the children are also for you to raise. This is a divorce agreement, if you agree, just sign it, and you can do it later. Yamada took out a divorce agreement from his briefcase and a pen and pushed it onto the table.

This agreement had been prepared a long time ago, since he had dinner with Tomie a few times, he was planning to divorce, and he had planned to decide to file for divorce a little later, after this week. But the most ironic thing is that because he killed Tomie after drinking, he had to file for divorce in advance. The idea of two divorces was caused by Tomie, which is really a great irony.

"Okay!" the wife didn't say much, just picked up the pen and signed it.

She also knew that Yamada hadn't come back these times, and she must have had an affair outside, but she didn't want to debunk it, after all, it was the child who was hurt the most. But now, Yamada took the initiative to file for divorce, if she doesn't want to divorce, it will be a pain for herself.

When Yamada saw that his wife had signed, he felt a little lighter and a little unknown pain. He put away the agreement and said lightly: "Then let's deal with it as soon as possible, the child knows where the spare key is, and we don't need to worry about it." ”

"Okay! We'll go out when I'm done washing the dishes. The wife also replied lightly, and got up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

When the cleanup is completed, Yamada and his wife have completed the divorce, Yamada is still Yamada, and his wife has changed back to the original gold from Yamada, and the child has also been changed to Kaneko Taro, the property is half of one person, and the house is given to Yamada in two sets.

However, the two of them will live together temporarily this week, and next Monday, Kaneko will immediately take the child back to her hometown in Okayama.

Today is Sunday, tomorrow is next Monday.

On Monday morning, Yamada went to work early, as usual. The gold, on the other hand, is to pack up at home, and the children will not talk until they have stayed in their hometown for a few days.

When he came to the principal's office, Yamada locked the door, took a few deep breaths, practiced the draft prepared in advance a few times, and was fully prepared to ensure that he would not be exposed on the spot, and then left the principal's office.

When he came to the door of the office, he put on a sad expression, cleared his throat, opened the door, and prepared to give a speech, but as soon as he entered, he was instantly stunned.