The Decagon House Murders by Complete

Author:Complete [Locked Room][Kindle]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Locked Room International
Published: 2015-06-20T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX: THE THIRD DAY ON THE MAINLAND

Dusk was approaching.

The sea was turning dark. Kawaminami was standing on an embankment, peering at the faraway shape of an island floating in the sea. Beneath the staircase that led down to the sea was the crouching, lean body of Shimada, who was disturbing some children who were fishing.

They had finally come here—to S—Town.

Could Nakamura Seiji still be alive? They had come here in the hopes of finding a clue that could support the answer they had arrived at last night. They had also wanted to take a look at Tsunojima.

But after half a day spent questioning local people and fishermen, all they had unearthed was a bunch of ghost stories. Having discovered nothing that could further their investigation, the two had come to this place down by the harbour to relax a little.

Kawaminami put a cigarette to his lips, sat down and stretched his legs. He watched Shimada, who was dressed in blue jeans and a green blouson, while listening to the rolling waves close by. Shimada didn’t seem like a man in his late thirties at all, with his childish voice and his playing with a fishing rod lent to him by the kids.

“He’s strange,” Kawaminami thought. Then he recalled how the discussion last night between Shimada and Morisu had unexpectedly taken an awkward turn, and let out a deep sigh.

Shimada and Morisu had completely opposite personalities in a way. If Morisu was yin, then Shimada was yang. In the eyes of the serious and introverted Morisu, Shimada, a person who simply followed his own interests and instincts, must have appeared to be an inconsiderate busybody. And Shimada was a lot older than Kawaminami and Morisu. That must have rubbed him the wrong way, too. Shimada in turn seemed to be disappointed in the goody-two-shoes act of Morisu, spoiling his fun.

‘Mr. Shimada, isn’t it about time to go?’ Kawaminami stood up and yelled to him. ‘The trip back will probably take another hour.’

‘Let’s go then.’

Shimada gave the children their fishing rod back and waved goodbye. His long legs brought him back to Kawaminami in a few steps.

‘You seem to like children.’

‘Well, yes,’ Shimada said without any hesitation. ‘Don’t you think it’s wonderful to be young?’

The two walked side by side along the path next to the embankment.

‘We didn’t discover anything today.’

‘Oh, really?’

Shimada grinned.

‘We gathered some ghost stories, didn’t we?’

‘Those are just rumours you’ll hear everywhere. Such stories always circulate when people die under unusual circumstances.’

‘I disagree. No matter how strange it may sound, I think that the truth might be hidden somewhere in those stories.’

A swarthy, well-built young man was repairing a net on the side of the road with expert fingers. He was probably not even twenty. There was something childlike about his enthusiasm for the job in hand.

‘You know, Conan,’ Shimada said, ‘I can only hope that your comrades—no, ex-comrades—don’t get caught up in the spell of the Tsunojima ghost.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that the ghost of Tsunojima might well be none other than the man thought to be dead, Nakamura Seiji.

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