Chapter 12 11. Clay puppets

1 The train was so crowded that it was difficult to stop.Most of them are buyers or single helpers doing black market business.If it weren't for Yuzo Tokimura and Eiko, who had been sitting before driving, it would have been impossible to find a seat.They took this bus for almost ten hours. Yuzo finally came out of the station, but his body didn't seem to belong to him.After the handcuffs and shackles are suddenly lifted, maybe you will feel this way.I was numb and felt nothing.It's hard to stand for so long, but it's just as hard to sit still and not move. It was a time when there were no taxis when I boarded a bus that still only had a stop in front of the station.If there is a rental car or taxi, no matter how expensive it is, I am willing to call one.The wallet is bulging.

The old bus walked on the dilapidated road for a long time.When I came to the uphill road, I could see the stream beside me, but because I had to stop with difficulty, I didn't want to look through the car window at all.The bus was packed with buyers.After getting off the bus at the hot spring street at the destination, it took a while to recover. Coming out of the bus station is a gentle uphill road, with hotels lined up on both sides.A big river appears and disappears behind the house. Almost half of the hotel doors are closed.It does not accept new arrivals.The door was open, but there was no shadow of a maid.Every family seems to deliberately not give customers a good look.Some, there are also self-catering residents on the second floor, who are cooking with pots on the stove.

Yong Zao asked about three or four hotels, and all of them were rejected not coldly, but with regretful eyes.They also knew that the one who made such a rare and fine dress bravely this year must be a good guest.It is the full house that makes them regret.Not only in this rural hot spring town, but also in Tokyo, Yuzo's outfit is also eye-catching.Yingzi is also wearing new clothes.Such guests are rare. Before boarding the train, Yong Zao thought that he would be accepted with his demeanor.No matter how unreasonable the asking price is, he doesn't care.The travel bag in my hand was also bought from an American officer of the occupying army, and it is brand new made in the United States.

After searching for less than thirty minutes, I finally found a hotel. Excuse me, do you have any rice with you? The people in the hotel asked as usual. No.But if you can help us figure out a way, the price is negotiable. Yong Zao tried his best to put on a kind smile. This hotel is quite large and must have been first class since before the war.The proprietress was called out by the maid, and upon seeing the appearance of the two, she immediately agreed to accept the pair of guests.The maid opened her eyes and looked at the shoes that Yuzo took off. Introduced into a fine room.It is very old, but it has about ten seats, plus a small hall of four and a half seats.The carvings on the railings are also extremely fine.The reason why this hotel has an empty room is to wait for guests like him.

How much is the accommodation fee? Yong Zao asked the maid who brought the tea. Because prices have been rising frequently recently, so The maid explained that it was really inconvenient to provide accommodation at the official price. Of course I understand this.I am very satisfied with such a nice room, so don't hesitate to tell me. The maid said one amount, but Yong Zao offered to pay double.The maid was taken aback and left; then the landlady who had just met at the entrance came upstairs specially to express her gratitude so graciously.Yong Zao gave a tip generously.This tip was exactly the accommodation fee that the maid had just proposed.

Yong Zao feels that money is really worthless.He is really the source of living water, and the wealth is rolling in.As long as he is busy moving.It's been three years since I lived like this.The woman was brought here just to breathe a sigh of relief. Yuzo lived in Yokosuka until the end of the war.He was an employee of the Naval Munitions Depot.He is smooth and smooth, and he is favored by the chief.When the battle was defeated, the Yokosuka tutelary fortress fell into chaos. At that moment, he used the pretext of releasing a large amount of materials from the warehouse.Of course, this is from the good intentions of the officers, but those officers have all fallen into a state of self-abandonment.He started a black market business.On the surface, it is a waste recycling industry, but in fact it is a black market business that uses military supplies to release materials.

This business has continued to the present, and the scale has also expanded several times.Making money is so easy.Since the navy's munitions were of the highest quality, all the black market brokers flocked to him.At that time, metal products were the most scarce, so his goods have a special value.For example, iron wires are all plated with lead, shining brightly.In addition, the flight suits, military boots, and cold-proof supplies are all almost brand new. In this way, he can do whatever he wants with whatever he wants.Items that other black market dealers cannot obtain, he can easily obtain.The goods he owns attract other good goods.His store name is the Shicun Chamber of Commerce for Waste Recycling Industry, and there are more than 20 clerks. It is a stately business name.Although he was reported by the police more than once for violating the commodity control law, he gave some gifts to the police officers every time, exempting him from confiscation and economic crimes.If you can't hide from the time, let the staff take the blame.

Although money is easy to earn, the black market business is gradually coming to an end.The naval supplies that were brought out when the war was defeated were long gone, but the exchange of supplies was still going smoothly. The goods are getting less and less, and the bottom of the black market business can be seen.When it came time to plan the next step, but because of the inertia along the way, he still had a sense of nothingness about money.No matter how much banknotes come in, you can't feel the actual feeling of value.To him, the only value is to get Yingzi. Yingzi had another good man.Unavoidably, she was also tempted by money.It is Yingzi, a woman's body, that makes Yongzao realize the value of money for the first time.At a time when the value of everything was fluctuating, she was the only one who had convinced him of the exact value.

The service of the hotel is really nothing to say.In the past, Yuzo ate black market rice every day, so he didn't take white rice seriously, but the rice here is the famous Shonai rice or Sendai rice, and the thin rice that is eaten in Tokyo and brought in from the suburbs Not quite the same.In addition to fish, it is also river fish and seafood from the Shiogama area, and there are as many as you want.Since the hotel recognized that he was a rich guest, it did not hesitate to provide this type of cuisine.The wild vegetables are also delicious.Although the wine is a local product, but because it does not seep water, it is also a good drink.Both Yongzao and Yingzi feasted on the pre-war food that had not been seen for a long time.In addition, the hot springs are filled in the bath all the time.Even at night, the hot springs are constantly flowing.It was like heaven.

However, such a life may not necessarily keep a person's mood at peace.Yongzao and Yingzi had a quarrel over a trivial matter.Probably it started because of Yingzi's lover.On the second night after arriving at the hotel, the two slept with their backs to each other for a night. The next morning, Yingzi was still unhappy, and Yongzao's anger was still there. It's still spring season.Tokyo happened to be when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, but here it was a full twenty days late.The mountain face also has a touch of yellow. Yong Zao left Ying Zi behind and went out by himself.Wearing a leather jacket, I walked up the slope of the hot spring street, and then went down to the river.He crossed the bridge, wandered slowly and came to the lonely wilderness without knowing it.

2 On the road, occasionally a lonely farmhouse can be seen.In the yard or near the warehouse, there are often people with backpacks on their backs, who seem to come from the street.These are buyers looking for rice and yams.The guests put on an ingratiating smile as best they could, but the peasant women were rude and domineering. Yong Zao thinks that everything is money.Although the recent farmers, rather than money, they welcome the kimono and western clothes that urbanites keep in their closets.However, it is actually money.As long as you pay twice or three times the price, you can still buy rice secretly hidden by farmers without kimono or western clothes.Yong Zao suddenly felt that the insatiable greed of the peasants was abominable, and that the urbanites who moved their spare clothes all the way to the countryside were really pitiful. Thinking of how rare it is to be able to bring a female companion to the hot spring these days, I feel complacent.People in the city still cannot live without bamboo slips.The wind gusts and never stops, and everyone lives in embarrassment.I am truly grateful for being in this situation. Speaking of gratitude, Yingzi should really thank him.Her past days were also a life of stripping off her clothes one by one.Salary income is impossible to live on, and when I can marry my lover is also slim.Such a woman puts on extremely expensive clothes and comes to this hot spring area in the northeast to play leisurely. I really want to ask her who she relies on?It is really infuriating to resist and argue so little over trivial matters, and to be so self-willed. The field is still yellowing.Although there is new green sprouting from it, it is not at most.The cedar forests are distinctly tawny, and the deciduous trees are still bare. The road turned into a trail, and the hills rolled up ahead.Yong Zao intends to go on for a while before turning back.Although I don't know where I will go, but walking again and seeing what kind of tribes there are, maybe it can also become a good memory.The reason why he was in such a mood was caused by the relationship with Yingzi since last night, and he hoped to use this to relieve the troubles in his stomach. Walking on the path in the grassland, I came out to the river.It was desolate and deserted, and there was no one there.Overhead, several crows flew past screaming.The river still looked cold. The trail left the river again.The grass is short and withered and yellow. Last year's awn flower was broken and hung there with black hair.Go back, Yong Zao Xiang.At this moment, a figure appeared from the grass on the right, which surprised him. It was the back of a woman.The upper body is a pinpoint pattern dress, the lower body is wearing trousers, and a thermos is hanging from the shoulder.From the hairstyle and posture, it can be seen that it is a young woman. Yong Zao looked at the back of the other party, and gradually became curious.After walking for a long time without seeing a peasant family, why did an urban woman suddenly appear?The woman didn't look back, and hurried on with all her strength.There are muddy canvas shoes on the feet. The gentle hills on both sides of the path ended in small cliffs, where the path turned and the scenery narrowed suddenly.Curiosity drives Yongzoo to follow. He has no nail-biting intentions, but he also hopes to have something to chat with women in such a quiet wilderness. Turning a corner under the cliff, the river is farther away from the path, and there is a fir forest nearby, and a dense miscellaneous forest on the other side.The leaves are all gone, and because the tree grows densely, there is no end in sight. The woman's pace is very brisk.It seems to be in a hurry.There are hills ahead, blocking the way like a wall.On the hills there is bright sunlight, and in the bare places, the red soil reflects the light brilliantly.It was so dark in the forest where the sunlight could not penetrate, but the sunlight on the hills was so bright, the two formed such a clear contrast, and he held on to Yongzao's heart tightly. There was still no one around, Yong Zao couldn't hold back anymore, he wanted to talk to the woman in front of him.It must be fun, he thought, to walk on such a path, talking and walking with such a woman.He quickened his pace. Hello. Yuzuo finally spoke. The woman stopped suddenly.She turned her head back, her eyes wide open.But only for a moment.She walked faster. Yong Zao guessed that she was suddenly approached by a stranger, so he became vigilant.To show that he was harmless and to reassure her, he preferred to talk to her.Young women would of course be afraid to meet strange men in such a place.However, Yong Zao only had the romantic idea of ​​talking to the young woman in a place where no one was around, and had no other intentions at all. Miss, I want to ask you a question. Yuzo raised his voice a bit. It turned out that I didn't want to ask for directions, but just wanted the other party to stop. The woman stopped reflexively.The back seemed to be afraid of something.It was only later that she realized that she had become terrified, but at the time she thought she had just heard his words and stopped to wait for him. Where are you from? When Yong Zao saw the other party stop, he also relaxed. His voice, like his bony frame, turned out to be quite sonorous.Although an employee of the Navy Depot, he was originally a reserve sergeant.His voice was honed on the ship, and his physique was strong.His countenance belongs to the so-called burly category. Unexpectedly by Yuzo, the woman suddenly shouted: help! The woman screamed, and at the same time threw away the kettle and ran desperately. Yong Zao was immediately puzzled.The woman clearly misunderstood.However, I really can't make up my mind whether I should explain it, or pretend to be fine and turn back.In the end, he chose the former. Because this is a wild trail with no one around.Although the whereabouts are not clear, it seems that there may be tribes not far away.In case the woman ran to someone's house, someone might be chasing her.In this way, wouldn't his position be embarrassing.If he could explain clearly before that, it would be equivalent to lifting his own crisis. It would be best to convince her.So he pulled up his legs and rushed up from behind. The woman shouted again when she heard footsteps behind her. help!help! At this moment, Yong Zao caught up with her and covered her mouth. Please stop shouting. Yong Zao scolded the young woman.Under his huge slap, young eyebrows and eyes were revealed.And those eyes trembled with terror, staring at the sky. The soft body struggled in his arms.Yong Zao thinks that if she is let go at this time, the situation will get even worse.Because of this, if someone sees it, they must only think about the bad side. To Yongzao's horror, although this is a path in the wilderness, it is undoubtedly a human path.Someone could turn the corner at any moment.Then it occurred to him that he must hide this dangerous game from view on the path.He dragged her into the shade of the weed forest.The fallen leaves have no shins, and the woman's feet kicked the dead leaves under her feet. Yong Zao wants to escape from this critical situation.No matter how much you talk now, it is impossible to pull back the other party's rationality.Letting her go would more likely cause his disillusionment.The business has finally laid a solid foundation, and there are still wives and children at home.What I remember even more is Yingzi who stayed in the hotel.Wouldn't it be a bad thing if he was treated as a pervert and sent to the police station in the village.So he covered the woman's palm and unconsciously increased his strength. A few minutes later, he suddenly felt the weight of the woman's body on his wrist.It didn't really feel like that long, but it was probably about five minutes.In short, he has lost himself.Relax the arms and the woman is paralyzed.Fallen leaves buried half of her belly.When he saw her face for the first time, his eyes were wide open and his nostrils were bleeding. Yong Zao immediately wanted to escape.The location is in the shade of a miscellaneous forest, and there is a collapsed cliff next to it. The roots of the trees are entangled, and they are drawn as countless white lines hanging down.This scene will remain in his memory for a long time. When Yuzo hurriedly exited from the forest, he met a young man with a backpack on the path.When the two missed each other, they stared at each other for a moment.The man wore a cap that looked like a hiking cap, a cheap jacket, worn fleece trousers and worn-out shoes.Ever see a young girl? asked the young man eagerly.About twenty-seven or eight years old, with a pale face, a thin body, and a very weak appearance. Yongzao replied no. please wait.Just heard a woman's voice. The young man approached almost questioningly.From that face and tone, he seemed to sense what Yuzo had done to the woman.His eyes were bloodshot and his breath was short of breath. How do I know. Yuzo wanted to turn around, but the man desperately pushed the chest of Yuzo's thick jacket. Wait, I'll go check it out. After speaking like an order, he hurried to the forest full of fallen leaves. Yong Zao had no killing intent at all, but suddenly had the urge to stop the other party.If he saw the woman lying on the fallen leaves, wouldn't everything be over? Yongzo threw himself on the man's back fiercely. Although the fallen leaves piled up like a hill, two corpses of a young man and a woman were placed side by side.A deep groove appeared in the fallen leaf layer, which was the scratch of the man's dead body.When Yuzo was about to escape, he saw the backpack.It was less than half full, but it caught his attention. When I opened it, I couldn't help being dumbfounded.Inside are countless bisque-fired pottery fragments.There are also mud-stained picks and spades. Yuzou covered the backpack, and when he was about to drag the dead body in, his knee bumped into something hard in the backpack.He opens the backpack.The things were carefully wrapped in newspaper, and there were three or four hard things inside. It is also a plain-fired red clay puppet.It was a very strange face.The eyes are particularly large and ugly.Another is its naked carcass, and the rest are fragments from the waist down.Her belly bulged like she was pregnant, and her breasts were weirdly shaped.What an ugly clay puppet.The head, carcass, and lower body are broken into pieces like folk products from Southeast Asia.Those scratches are very old, so it can be seen that this man didn't smash them up. Putting all the parts together, the height is only about five centimeters. Yongzao seemed to feel that the big eyes of the clay puppet were possessed by the soul of the man he had just killed, and stared at him.That ugly face aroused an indescribable disgust.He grabbed the hideous clay figure, left the fallen leaves, and hurled it at the stones in the path.The clay puppets shattered so easily.He also lifted his foot and stomped it to pieces. 3 Twelve years have passed. Isamu Tokimura became the president of Sowa Shoji.What happened in the hot springs in the northeast twelve years ago was just a scene in his dream. In the memory, there is no real feeling of killing young men and women, as if it was a scene in a novel I read at some time.Of course, he had to go through at least three years of uneasiness and terror before his memory weathered like this. During those three years, Yongzao was always worried, thinking that the plainclothes criminal police might appear in front of him at any time, so he took out the black police handbook to show him.Fortunately, after escaping back to the hotel that day, Yingzi didn't notice anything, and the people in the hotel didn't suspect his pale face.Yong Zao hoped to leave the hotel, but he felt flustered, which would cause more doubts, so he reluctantly stayed another night.I thought that the news of the murder on the path would spread to this hot spring street soon, and the police would start a search, but this remote hot spring street has not changed at all.Until he left here, he didn't even hear a single rumor. Thinking about it, maybe the corpse was half buried in fallen leaves in a small forest where no one traveled, so it was not easy to be found.Moreover, it is behind the cliff, and you may not see it if you walk along the path.The two bodies would not be found unless someone left the path and stepped into the place. However, it is impossible to remain unknown forever.It must be seen.At that time, it may have been bones, or the previous state of decay.It's just that he hasn't seen a single word in the Tokyo newspapers he read. It's all because of that woman, Yong Zao thought.If she hadn't screamed suddenly, he would not have thought of committing the crime at all.On a lonely mountain road, a woman suddenly sees the face and leather jacket of the man who accosted her, and immediately misunderstands it.It was not unreasonable for his attire to be misunderstood, but it was the woman's scream that caused two lives. The young men and women may be a pair of lovers.What is puzzling is the purpose of collecting the fragments of bisque-fired dolls that the man stuffed in his backpack.Most of them are specimens of knowledge, which is certain, but the exact situation is unknown.In any case, just thinking about that ugly face makes people sick. Also, the late discovery of the body seems to have delayed the police search and did not reach Yongzo's side.Even if the local police inspected the hot spring hotel after the incident, they probably would not have thought that the rich men and women from Tokyo were involved in the murder.And to his advantage, he took a female companion.Undoubtedly, this also kept him out of the range of the suspect.Needless to say, he was not registered at the hotel either. If the people in the hotel didn't notice anything, and Yingzi was also ignorant, then this was his safety guarantee, and there was one more thing that reassured him, that was, he and Yingzi broke up a year later.Yingzi left him and returned to his lover, and now it is unknown where he is.The woman who could have been a reference person left him forever, which also made Yong Zao safer. His business is thriving, and now employs 150 people.It also completely broke away from the pattern of black market trading and became a legitimate business.What I dealt with is metal products, and I am doing special distribution business for a large-scale metal product manufacturing company.A branch office was established in Osaka, and a sales office was established in Fukuoka, Kyushu.Also because of business, I have to fly to Osaka and Kyushu once a month. He has assets and seems to have a good status in society.He found a quiet place to build a new house, and used a luxury imported car to travel.The incident that happened in the hot spring town in the Tohoku region has become a phantom of the distant past.In fact, the police did not take any action on that incident, and the newspapers did not report it. It is not too unnatural to regard it as a hallucination. Some art dealers and antique dealers also began to come and go from Yongzao.This type of businessman always sets up relationships on the left, draws friendship on the right, and brings letters of introduction that make people have to respect.Some try to save money, and relying on things that are not subject to changes in currency value is the most reliable. Yong Zao knows nothing about art.But he gradually realized that when a person has assets and status, he must understand something.Of course, no one can recommend it and buy it right away.That would seem too nouveau riche, too rich.He bought more ancient crafts than fine arts.The older the more valuable.Bowls, plates, etc. are not only ancient Japanese pottery, but also Chinese and Western ones, and gradually began to be purchased.As a result, strange situations also followed, he was considered to have a few visions in this regard, and antique dealers also began to send things from the same system. One day, the shopkeeper of Xiumeitang, an antique shop that came the most frequently, brought a small paulownia box.Ask him what it is, and the answer is a Western antique, and it is still from the prehistoric era.For a while now, Yongzao has owned a few Western earthenware with painted text.It is an interest developed from China's Tang Sancai. Please take a look first. The shopkeeper opened the paulownia box cover. And Mr. A's instructions. Mr. A is an authoritative scholar on ancient Western culture. Inside is a purple background, and there are folk dolls five centimeters high.When Yong Zao saw it, he couldn't help but gasped.Oversized eyes, distended belly. This is the second Danube doll that prospered centered on Hungary.It is very rare in Japan, and I believe it must be in the taste of the president, so I sent it here. Mr. A's manual says the same thing as the shopkeeper.It belongs to the middle period of the Neolithic Age, which is the same period as the Caiwen earthenware bought before Yongzao.Such clay figures are often unearthed from Neolithic sites in southern Europe along the Mediterranean coast. Yong Zao gave the clay puppet a hard look, and the memory of twelve years ago came back to life.For the first time, he knew that what came out of the young man's backpack had this kind of origin.Of course, the Western puppet in front of me is quite different in shape from the one unearthed in Japan.Japanese ones are shorter and have larger banners, while Western ones have more developed waists and legs, and are more similar to carving techniques.However, the ugliness of the faces is common. Clay puppets are human-shaped clay products. They were distributed in the Jomon period in Japan, from Hokkaido in the north to Kyushu in the south, especially from the northeast to the Kanto area.The purpose of making this clay figure is still unclear. The famous anthropologist Torii Ryuzo believes that it is a goddess statue based on the explanation of the European Neolithic clay figure.There are a lot of earth puppets unearthed in Japan, but very few are complete, and most of them have some flaws.This situation is interpreted as destroying part of the five bodies when burying, as a substitute for diseases, injuries, and disasters, which is considered to be lifted. Western clay puppets and Japanese clay puppets have no similarities in shape, but the Paleolithic clay puppets recently discovered in Oita Prefecture are believed to have Siberian influences, and their ancestors may have originated from the Paleolithic period in the mainland. Yong Zao bought the Southern European puppet brought by the shopkeeper of Xiumeitang.Although the price was expensive, he still couldn't refuse it. The correct way to say it is because this Western doll is so similar to the local doll in the backpack of the man he killed in the Northeast that he had to buy it.There was fear in his heart, and he felt that if he didn't buy it, the other party might notice that he was remembering something. 4 I bought the extra things, this is the mood of Yuzao at that time.Originally, as long as I said I didn't like it, the matter passed.But there always seems to be an internal blame, and I am worried that if I refuse, I will be seen through my heart. He put the expensive clay puppet together with the box into the warehouse.He didn't want to look at it at all. Soon, Xiumeitang brought another Western puppet.This time it is the Goddess Statue of Amber.Amber is not produced in southern Europe, so the material is brought from northern Europe and manufactured on the Mediterranean coast, so it is extremely precious.The appearance is still weird, and Yong Zao bought it according to the shopkeeper's advice.Previously, since he bought the Western puppet, he was obliged to buy it again this time. This was his feeling. As a result, not only Xiumeitang, but also other antique dealers flocked to send all kinds of clay puppets.Not only Western ones, but also Japanese ones.The cursed memory twelve years ago, when facing the Japanese dolls, became a reality before his eyes. Seeing the puppet collection, the president, this is really an extraordinary insight? Hearing such flattery, I have to buy these things.Especially the Japanese clay puppets, which are exactly the same as the clay puppets in the backpacks carried by the corpses buried in the fallen leaves, and I feel that I can't refuse them.Because this puppet is directly related to that case, if you don't buy it, it may arouse people's suspicion. In this way, the number of clay puppets in Yonghao's collection increased rapidly.Still, he never intended to keep them on a shelf in his study or living room.Every time you buy it, it will be stacked in the warehouse intact together with the box. However, thinking of those disgusting clay puppets at home, Yuzao couldn't calm down.Especially when he imagined a dozen clay puppets, with their ugly eyes wide open, cursing his past from a corner of the warehouse, he really wanted to destroy them all.This desire is getting stronger and stronger.He wondered if he was insane. It's extremely frustrating to spend money on guilt.Not just a waste of money.It's really annoying to buy a clay puppet that curses itself.Why buy these things?If you don't buy it, you can't be exposed. He finally couldn't bear it anymore.One night, he secretly took out all the puppets, took them to the yard and held them on stones.It's like twisting and smashing that clay puppet on a rock corner buried in fallen leaves in the northeast.A Western puppet worth hundreds of thousands of yuan was broken into pieces.The Japanese clay puppets that have been carefully repaired and restored are also broken.He felt refreshed. Yongzao picked up the debris with a broom, packed it in a paper bag, and threw it in a neighbor's trash can.Even if they found out, they thought it was a prank.Some earth tiles, no one would think that they are worth tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Yong Zao feels the ease of forgetting for a long time.From now on, there will be no more nasty clay puppets to curse me, he thought, destroying all the clay puppets is tantamount to destroying the memory of the event. After about two weeks, a young archaeologist came and asked to show him the collection of clay figures.It was the treasurer of Xiumeitang who brought him here.Yong Zao was very troubled, he wanted to find an excuse to send him away, but he might come back again, so he just said that he was stolen.These are words that were said without much thought. Have you made a report? The shopkeeper of Xiumeitang asked in surprise. No.That kind of thing will end up in the hands of collectors anyway, so there's no need to report it.In this way, it is more valuable than if I hide it at home. Yongzao said with a smile.Both the shopkeeper and the young archaeologist were stunned by his boldness. The news of the theft of rare and expensive clay puppets collected by Yongzo quickly spread among the art dealers.The police also heard the news and sent officers to visit him to ask him why he did not report the case. It doesn't matter if it's gone.I don't want to collect that kind of stuff anymore, so I don't think about it anymore. Yong Zao said it in a graceful manner. Yet the police officer was a man of faith.He asked about the day when Yongzao was stolen, and began to check around to see if anyone saw any suspicious persons.One housewife spoke about what was thrown in the trash.She said that it seemed to be broken pieces of pottery or something, packed into a big paper bag.Some fragments also have patterns on them. Because I thought it was strange, I picked up a big one and kept it. The housewife showed the fragment to the police officer.It is the eye part of a clay puppet. The police officer did not go back to the Yuzao.He is a sensitive police officer, and the one he took for identification was the young archaeologist who had visited Yongzao. This is a kind of Japanese doll.But why did the thief destroy it again?It was stolen with great difficulty, so it should be well preserved. The police officer also thought the same, but he has a strong spirit of criminal investigation, so he naturally imagined whether the thief was brave enough to create himself?He always felt that Yongzao's statement was a little ambiguous. A total of 100,000 won.How can anyone destroy the collection by himself. The archaeologist laughed after hearing the police officer's reasoning. However, the archaeologist thought it was too incredible, and once met a senior, he told the story. I saw the fragments of the criminal police, and they were clay puppets from the Stone Age scattered in the Northeast.Still a perfect one. This senior was also deeply surprised.The conversation ended with questions left between the two. However, the senior archaeologists accidentally remembered a past event.Twelve years ago, one of his colleagues went to a certain place in the northeast to excavate shell mounds, and he took his fiancée who was still studying there with him.The pair were found half-decomposed in the foothills nearby.The police concluded that a week had passed since his death.It has always been a mystery for what purpose the murderer killed the two men.There is a theory that due to the special location, the female student may have been attacked when she was alone, and her fiancé wanted to rescue her, but both were murdered in the end.The case hangs there and remains unsolved.The young man was an up-and-comer in the world of archaeology.To this day, when comrades gather together, they still make voices of regret. The young archaeologist told the matter to the investigative police officer.The police officer then became suspicious of Tokimura Yuzo.It is not something normal people do to spend a huge sum of more than one million won to buy clay puppets and then destroy them all.The president of Sumwa Trading must have a strange feeling about the puppets psychologically, this is his speculation.He reported this idea to his superiors. One day, the police officer visited Yongzao and chatted for a while.The police officer took a piece of colored paper and said that since he had made a friend, he asked him to inscribe a few words as a souvenir. Yuzo Tokimura made an oversight.Twelve years ago, the police in the Northeast were not as bad as he imagined.They once took fingerprints from the backpacks of the young dead and photographed them for preservation.And the fingerprints on the colored paper fit it so readily, without any mistakes. (End of the book)