That night, when Miura got home at nine o'clock, he looked at the shoe box next to the entrance, and the leather shoes that his father had worn in the morning were not inside.

Take some leftovers out of the fridge, heat them up and eat a few bites. Just as he was about to go back to his room, his mother came down from upstairs.

"It's peaceful, I didn't say a word when I came back, my mother thought there was a thief in the house. ”

"If you're a thief, you won't hear it. ”

"Today, I played with the seniors and them so late, and I didn't call back. ”

Miura said unhappily: "I've said it so many times, it's a rehearsal!"

"Yes, yes, rehearsal, how was the rehearsal?" the mother was not really interested in the answer to the question.

Miura replied, "Cut...... It's rotten.,The guy in Xiyuan Temple said that there was something at home and suddenly didn't come.,The seniors of the third grade are also listless all day.,There's a long sigh.,Sigh and sigh It's the end of the year.,Next year, I'm no longer a high school student or something.,Full of pressure to go to school.,Future.,Work.。 I don't feel ashamed in front of my juniors, it's really a group of useless guys. ”

"I think your seniors are right, if you continue to stumble like this, next year will be the same as the seniors. ”

"Long-winded, anyway, when the time comes, you just need to be admitted to an ordinary university, and my working father will definitely ask someone to help me designate a good relationship after graduation, right?" Miura said and was ready to get up and leave, and similar conversations with his mother often ended like this.

The mother sighed and stopped talking to him about the subject. She suddenly thought of something again, and said to Miura's back: "Oh, by the way, Kazuya, I found a mail bag in the mailbox with your name on it, and it has been placed on your desk." ”

"Got it. Miura responded casually and closed the door.

With his back against the door and facing the dark room, Miura saw a lot in front of him. At first, he joined the light music club for two reasons, one was his rebellious psychology against his father, and the other was that he thought that he should be easy to mix in this club.

The result was very unexpected, this group of rebellious and untamable young people in the eyes of outsiders were not at all like he imagined to get together all day long to smoke and mess around, but practiced desperately all year round. After joining the club, I took almost all of my spare time, and I often practiced late on weekends and weekends as I did today. Even his father, who was adamantly opposed to him playing musical instruments, gradually changed his attitude.

If you work hard, you can change something......

After Miura had this idea, he began to become interested in the affairs of the band, but unfortunately, after a while, the seniors who were originally firm and reliable have changed.

"I said, my parents are still counting on me to go to university, and even if I don't quit now, I'll have to leave when I graduate, right? ”

"Oh, me, I'll probably go straight to my father's factory in the last semester to start my apprenticeship, how long can we play together......

"Forget it, everyone knows in their hearts, no matter how hard you work, you have to give up sooner or later, do you want to be a professional musician in the future? ”

"Miura-kun, you can't imagine the days when you don't eat lunch for half a month in order to change the strings, and I want to say the same thing to you, but this world is very realistic, and seniors have to make compromises with their future lives. This is already the unwritten rule of the Light Music Club, and the third-year students basically won't stay until the end, so you have to be ready to take over the president at any time, and you have to become the support of the juniors. ”

In recent months, Miura has heard such words, and he often thinks: "A bunch of bastards, what do you say to become the support of your juniors, don't you still run away one by one?!"

He put aside these suppressed thoughts and turned on the light.

On the desk was a large envelope that appeared to be a thick rectangular object.

"Cut...... My mother came to my room again. Miura grumbled to himself, then walked over to the table and opened the envelope.

Inside was a videotape and a card.

On the front of the card are the English letters "BOOKS" in capital letters, and on the reverse side are handwritten lines of small print.

"Is this a videotape? It's the first time I've seen it, what do you want me to look at?" Miura picked up the tape, not knowing what to do for a while, although he knew that people used something called a video recorder as the main video recording and playback medium more than a hundred years ago, but this has been eliminated by generations of products, and now it is estimated that it can only be found in museums.

He had no choice but to put the tape aside and read the words on the back of the card: "After that incident, the Suzuki family moved to Okinawa, so that they could stay away from you, but three months later, on December 8, 2099, that is, on this day of last year, Suzuki stabbed his sleeping parents to death, and then went downstairs and turned on the gas stove, and the family of three finally turned to ashes." ”

Miura's face turned pale, his temples jumped suddenly, and his hand holding the piece of paper trembled, and then his whole body trembled. His neck stiffened, and he slowly turned his head away, staring at the tape on the table, unable to take his eyes off it.

Miura suddenly remembered a ghost story he had heard, and at a time when people were still using videotapes. He was vague about the specifics, but there was one passage he remembered very well, which was about a ghost attached to the tape crawling out of the TV to ask for his life......

Five minutes later, he locked the cards and tape in a drawer, rushed out of the room, went to the hallway to change his shoes, and went out.

It was a cold night, but Miura felt like his blood had dropped to freezing lower than the temperature.

His family lives in a good location, the area around the house is not very noisy, but it takes less than a few minutes to walk to the bustling shopping street.

There are no less than 10 video stores nearby, but they are all separated by a certain distance, and Miura spent more than an hour asking one by one, and finally got the answer he wanted when he found the seventh store.

"Ahh

"Yesterday there was a stinky one that brought me, I just walked away for five minutes to, and my brainless dad spent more than a hundred yuan to collect it, what?

From the room behind the boss, a loud voice scolded: "Unfilial son!

"Hello, old man, do you want to be sent to the scrap yard with the old antiques you collected?!" the boss turned around and shouted in his throat, and he made a hoarse voice that was no different from his father's, and after shouting, he turned his head casually, and continued in a normal tone: "Hey, little brother, I will be half sold and half sent, and I will receive your ......"

Before he finished speaking, Miura patted two hundred yuan on the table, "Don't look for it, give me something quickly." ”

............

December 9th, one o'clock in the morning.

Miura finally got the VCR ready and put it on the tape.

Originally, it didn't take him that long to see it, but after the first time he moved the VCR home, he went out again, because he forgot to buy the corresponding cable, and after buying the cable back, he had to go out for the third time, because he found that he had to buy another set of cables and an AVSWITCH to make the ancient device compatible with the flat panel color TV in his room.

After three or four hours of busy work, the footage of the video was finally shown in front of Miura.

As soon as it came up, it was a subtitle, a very nonsensical two-line subtitle, which read: "This film is produced by me personally, please keep in mind every detail in the film, it will be of great help to you in the near future." ”

Then there is the signature of the "person" - Tianyi, and an unknown address.

The film in the tape is not very scary, and of course it can be said that the plot is quite scary in reality.

There are only two characters in the film, both are 3D models made by the computer, the image is like a graffiti villain, with a round head, and obvious polygonal edges and corners on each edge of the body, and the two characters have only one color on their bodies, probably to distinguish them, so one is orange and the other is purple. And there is not a single line of dialogue in the whole film, not even the sound effects. It's like a kid made out of it.

However, although the characters in the film are designed very casually, the scene is extremely realistic, that school is clearly the high school they attended in Miura, and even the flowers and plants on the playground have been restored, and all the objects used by the characters are simply extreme, just like the real thing in front of them. Even if computer visual effects in 2100 have been very developed, this level of realism can only be seen in some first-line super blockbusters.

Miura broke out in a cold sweat and watched the whole film, which was not very long, and in the end the orange villain killed the purple one.

Use transparent glue to leave gaps on the window edge of the first floor, tripping wires, hiding positions, strangulation movements, and methods of disposing of corpses...... Every detail is presented in front of Miura's eyes. In many places, close-up slow motion is also used, such as the way the orange villain holds the rope before pounced on the other party, the total length of the rope, and how many times it is wrapped around the palm of the hand to ensure that the length of the middle section is more comfortable when backhanding, etc...... These images seem to be intended to remind Miura to keep them firmly in mind.

But why?

Miura couldn't figure it out, so he read the tape repeatedly, what was the connection between these contents and the events of September 4 last year?

At half-past seven, it was completely dawn, and by this time Miura had watched the tape no less than ten times, and still "found nothing", at least at the time he thought so.

Today is also a day off, Miura glanced at the time, then went to the bathroom to clean himself up, took the card, and left the house again.