white night syndrome

Chapter 72 063. Negotiation
"Generally, only Chinese people go to izakaya to eat the dishes inside, so the final total price will reach about [-] to [-] yen. Japanese people can't eat so much at all, of course, because Japanese people eat less."

Yuan Qingyu's understanding of Japan is indeed profound, and he is eloquent when talking about the differences between Chinese and Japanese.

Li Ming squinted his eyes, and was able to confirm that Mr. Yuan Qingyu was not from Japan, and from the accent he just spoke, he should be from his hometown.

In fact, it should have been thought of long ago. It seems that the surname "source" does not exist in Japan itself.

"Are you a Chinese?" Li Ming didn't have any paper at hand, so he just typed these four characters in Chinese on his mobile phone.

"you caught me."

Yuan Qingyu stroked the hair on the top of his head a little embarrassedly, and showed a more kind smile.

"I already knew some basic information about you from Kuroki. I thought there would be a lot of Chinese people only in Ikebukuro, but I didn't expect there to be here in Chiba."

Yuan Qingyu held his chin in one hand, circled the menu, and then handed the menu to the busy izakaya owner.

"I ordered some fried chicken and some beer. If it's not enough, I'll order more."

Li Ming nodded silently. He had a lot of questions about Baiye Syndrome in his mind, but he didn't know how to speak. The Mr. Yuan Qingyu in front of him was an official member of the hospital. If he didn't ask, he might have to wait for a long time. .

Because after all, if a staff member is allowed to work in his own workplace openly and openly under the eyes of the upper management, unless this guy has a brain problem, he will not reveal a little bit at all.

The fried chicken with beer was quickly served, watching Yuan Qingyu drink heavily, but Li Ming didn't start it for a long time.

"By the way, do you know about hunting people?" Li Ming asked tentatively.

He thought of the organization that sent him the package before. It is reasonable to say that this organization should be regarded as the common enemy of the hospital and the patients, so talking about this, Mr. Yuan Qingyu should not reject it.

"Hunters, by obtaining other people's NG prohibited items, try to lure others to violate NG, so as to obtain more clues to realize their wishes."

Yuan Qingyu put the chicken skin into his mouth, said vaguely in his mouth, and took a sip of the large glass of beer placed beside him.

"To be honest, the definition of this kind of organization has been engraved in people's minds since its birth."

Engraved in your heart since birth?

What's the meaning.
Li Ming was a little puzzled, he looked around involuntarily, and after confirming that no suspicious-looking people were paying attention, he played with his chopsticks silently and listened to Yuan Qingyu's narration.

"You may not understand what I said, which means that no one knows when this organization was born, but after hearing these three words, the definition of this organization and the inexplicable meaning will naturally appear in people's minds. A surge of fear."

"What's amazing is that this kind of situation only occurs in patients with White Night Syndrome. The first reaction of ordinary people when they hear about this organization is that they think it was founded by middle school students."

"Then do you know the leader of the hunter organization?"

In order to prevent the people around him from discovering his abnormality when he came to the izakaya—he kept playing with his mobile phone without even drinking the food——Li Ming picked up the skewers of chicken hearts and put them in his mouth to taste them.

"Uh, what I mean is, there must be a leader in the hunter organization. If you think there are so many patients with the same purpose, there must be a leader. Otherwise, who knows if these patients who spontaneously formed a group will be self-contained. By then, there will be no threat to other patients who don’t know the truth, will they?”

"It can't be seen that Mr. Li is very proficient in these things. You must be a member of the hunting organization, right?"

Yuan Qingyu stared at Li Ming for more than ten seconds, and soon a kind smile appeared on his face. While drinking beer, he said something that was enough to make Li Ming's heart churn for a long time in a tone that seemed to be joking.

"How come? I'm just curious about this power that can threaten other patients at present, and I want to know more." Li Ming smiled and typed these words on the phone.

Fortunately, he didn't carry the letters in the file bag with him before going out, otherwise his subconscious actions would definitely be exposed.

Although Li Ming didn't intend to join that so-called organization, but now that the guy who signed the stone by the river has sent all the cards, he is still struggling in various senses.

"Oh? Really?"

Yuan Qingyu raised his eyebrows, and continued to put the wine glass in his hand to his mouth, with a frivolous tone.

After a long time, Yuan Qingyu calmed down his hidden sharp eyes, stretched out his hand and pushed another glass of beer at the corner of the table to Li Ming's hand.

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously. Of course, I told you earlier that I'm just a warehouse watcher in the hospital, and I don't have much authority, so it doesn't matter if you are a member of the hunting organization. I'm tired of working like this."

Li Ming pursed his lower lips, took a sip of the beer, the aroma of wheat burst out from the tip of his tongue, washing away the chaotic ocean in his mind.

"Where did you just say? Oh yes, is he the leader of the organization that hunts people?" Yuan Qingyu sighed softly to himself, "Actually, to be honest, I am also a little afraid of such an organization, because my prohibited items Not a linguistic NG like you."

Hearing this, Li Ming froze for a moment while tasting the beer, and continued to drink in silence.

"Ah, looking at you, I feel confused because I know your ng. This is normal. Didn't Kuroki tell you the basic information of the dream library?"

"No." Li Ming shook his head.

"Ah, this guy Heimu really gave away the silver key, why didn't he even explain the function clearly."

Yuan Qingyu sighed, his tone a little annoyed.

"That's right. The dream library keeps the dream records of all patients in the jurisdiction. As the guard, I and all patients who hold the key have the right to go to the dream library to watch the dreams of other patients."

"And my other identity is a doctorate in dream science. The full name is dream psychology. I'm not afraid to say it. You know that my only free activity in the library, or work, is to read the dream records of those patients. to improve patient information.”

"And this information will only be provided to the highest level of the hospital. Guys like Kuroki and Shiratori Asahi have no way of getting this information, so from the dreams you have had for more than two years after you suffered from White Night Syndrome In the middle, you can know your NG by researching and speculating."

Yuan Qingyu paused for a moment, then picked up a chicken skin skewer, raised his eyebrows, and pointed the sharp end at Li Ming.

"Your NG, that is, prohibited items, is a language NG, and you use words to express what you want to say, it should be—"

Yuan Qingyu's voice stopped abruptly at this moment, and a smile appeared on his face: "Of course, it is impossible for me to reveal your important privacy in this kind of public place, not to mention there are some guys with malicious intentions They're staring at us."

Li Ming squinted his eyes, and looked at the direction where Yuan Qingyu's pupils were moving in the eye sockets.

The few men who were staring at the two of them with frowning eyes suddenly pretended to be normal guests, lowered their heads, laughing and cursing, trying to blend into the atmosphere of the izakaya as much as possible, but it always made Li Ming feel a little out of place.

Suddenly, while observing a few people, Li Ming saw an old acquaintance, no, it should not be said to be an old acquaintance, it should be said to be a lingering guy.

"Among those people are the criminal policemen I met during the day." Li Ming was typing these words on the phone while staring at them, "This guy, I don't know why he keeps appearing in my field of vision. You don’t really suspect that I’m the murderer of the disappearance, do you?”

"Japanese criminal police, that's how it is."

Yuan Qingyu sneered, and drank beer indifferently.

"I've read your profile, you are a private detective, right? These Japanese criminal police look down on people like you the most, but the problem is that these guys generally don't do much, and their attitude in handling cases is not active. The occupants despise hate hate."

"So you private detectives are the first choice of residents, and the hatred of these criminal policemen for private detectives comes from this. It's ridiculous to say it."

Yuan Qingyu drank the beer in his hand, called the izakaya owner to bring another glass, and continued talking.

"As you said, this kind of spontaneously established civil organization will definitely have a leader. I am ashamed to say that since I found out that such an organization exists, I spent a period of time in panic, and then I tried my best Do whatever it takes to investigate."

"What's the result? Did the investigation find anything?"

"As a result, I really didn't find anything important." Yuan Qingyu sighed, "But during the investigation, I found that this hunting organization has members in various places, to be precise, in various countries. .”

it is as expected.

Li Ming nodded thoughtfully, so that he could reasonably explain the transnational courier package he received.

"In that case, our hometown and many other countries also have White Night Syndrome patients?"

Li Ming remembered what Hei Mu said when he introduced himself before, and continued to type on the phone, the speed of his actions was astonishing.

"What is the cause of White Night Syndrome? When did it start to spread? I remember Dr. Kuroki said that his earliest memory is the Middle Ages in Europe. Could it be said that there has been White Night Syndrome since that era? ?"

"Heimu told you a lot, even told you about the past."

Yuan Qingyu raised his eyebrows, took out a document from his pocket, and handed it to Li Ming.

"I don't know where this guy Kuroki came from, but I can attest to this point in the European Middle Ages. This guy and I worked together as a professor of medicine in a European medical school."

The handwriting on the certificate is illegible, but the slightly yellowed paper is enough to prove its age.

Li Ming pursed his lips, and when he wanted to continue reading, the man in front of him took the certificate back.

"Mr. Li, you should understand that curiosity will kill the cat, and it is better not to delve into some things." Yuan Qingyu said in a mysterious tone, and shook a finger in the hand holding the bamboo stick.

"The common language of Europe in the Middle Ages is Latin, and some books that can drive people into madness are also written in Latin, so for your safety, I suggest you don't read it."

After saying this, Yuan Qingyu put the certificate on the table again, and his words were thought-provoking.

"Of course, if you're not afraid, you can take the documents and continue to look through them, but I'm not responsible for any immeasurable circumstances that arise later."

Hard to catch.

Li Ming grinned. He remembered that in the white dream in the laboratory before, Mika Kurosawa just read the book "The Horror Underground in Warren Tang", crying, laughing and screaming, seeing hallucinations, thinking Thinking about it makes me feel a little panicked.

"So, how do you calculate your age? Could it be that you have already fulfilled your wish once?" Li Ming was a little curious.

"You want to say that I have obtained immortality? No, no, Mr. Li, what you need to know is that immortality is not worthy of being called an "unrealizable wish". Now that technology is so advanced, it is completely possible to obtain it in a disguised form by using frozen human experiments. Immortality means life extension. "

When Yuan Qingyu said this, his eyes darkened, he stared blankly at a certain corner, and breathed heavily.

After a long time, his voice wandered into Li Ming's ears from the noisy izakaya.

"It's been so long. Although I have participated in countless white dreams and obtained many clues, the wish I want to realize has not yet come, and it is only a little bit close."

"It was at this time that I was invited by the hospital to become an official, and my wish has stagnated since then."

Li Ming silently recalled the wishes he had filled out in the questionnaire, and suddenly felt a little pessimistic——

Since the European Middle Ages, we have been pursuing wishes, and in the end it was an "unrealizable wish". What about my own wish?Will it be more difficult?
The temperature of the air where the two were sitting dropped slowly, which seemed a little out of tune with the atmosphere of the izakaya.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these unpleasant things, we came to the izakaya this time to relax, not to recall bad things to make ourselves troubled."

Yuan Qingyu took the beer handed over by the boss, drank it down, and his face was a little drunk: "I'm sorry, I usually drink a lot of tea, and I haven't drunk much beer, that's why I get drunk so easily. .”

"It's okay, I'm already very grateful to you for saying so much. I still have a lot to know about White Night Syndrome, but I don't know what to describe now."

Li Ming fell silent, put down his phone, looked at the dishes on the table, and showed a rare smile on his face.

"Okay, just like you said, we came to the izakaya to relax, not to come."

Just as he was about to continue typing, a black shadow came from one side and enveloped the two of them.

"I'm sorry to disturb your happy time at the izakaya, Mr. Li Ming, you still have serious suspicions about Mr. Mashiba Taketa's disappearance."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Saito Sobayashi held up the criminal police ID he took out from his arms, his face was a little red from the warm air of the izakaya.

"As for you, Mr. Yuan Qingyu, in view of the fact that you have always been found in the surveillance at the scene of a major murder in recent days, you can come with us too, I know you like warm tea very much, I I can also make you a cup of tea, how do you like it?"

　"White Night Syndrome" is officially positioned as a group portrait article, and I hope everyone can stay with me forever, thank you, I should write a lot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)