"Who are you?" the face in the mirror talked to Feng Bujue, "I don’t know you."
"Who I am is not important," Feng Bujue answered, giving him a sharp look, "the most important thing is, who are you?"
"Of course I’m Shuichi Hirata," the other replied.
"No, you are not. You are just like him," Feng Bujue said, "don’t pretend, I know there are other personalities living inside you. Your existence is unknown. Hirata doesn’t know you; Takakura, Watanabe and, of course, Tachibana don’t know you either." Feng Bujue boldly affirmed, "You are the leader who led the case 15 years ago."
"Oh, oh, ha, ha, ha, ha..." the man laughed out loud, "whoever you are, you are much better than that fool."
"You can call me Mr. F," said Feng Bujue.
"You can call me Shuichi Hirata," said the man.
"If you are Shuichi Hirata, then who is the one jailed in prison for mental disorder inmates for those 15 years?"
"An idiot whose name is the same with mine," answered the man.
"Understood," Feng Bujue said, "then I would like to ask when have you and that idiot been parted?" Feng Bujue followed his flow and threw him a question.
"After we graduated from the university," answered the man.
Feng Bujue smiled. "Well, would it then be easier for our conversation if I call you Hirata and that idiot Shuichi, is it okay?"
"As you please," said Hirata.
"After you guys had graduated, you, Hirata, wanted to stay and thrive in the big cities, while Shuichi was keen on going back to work in his small hometown, is it?" asked Feng Bujue.
"You have understated your question, you idiot." Hirata in the mirror revealed a cold, merciless grin. "He had given up the chance to work in Tokyo. Moreover, he had purposely broken up with Miss Mikako, who was the daughter of a CEO of a big corporation. Many men were staring and drooling at her. Then, that idiot returned to his tiny hometown and married the girlfriend from his childhood and worked at that small company. Look at his consequences. That contemptible Haruko slyly cheated on him and went with Fukui while he was selling his life on working. However, the company still collapsed because of a disgusting man who had been the mediator and pocketing the budget. Six years of my life, the career of my whole life had been buried in that idiot’s hands."
"Oh, so it happened like that..." Feng Bujue said, "The year you guys graduated, Shuichi had made an important yet sorrowful lifetime decision. And that’s why you have split up from him to become an independent personality. Shuichi has the kind of personality who had decided to return to his hometown and get married. And you, Hirata, the one who had ambition, ability and were cold and merciless enough, still finally lost in Shuichi’s hands." He paused for a while before continuing, "Until six years later, on November 24, 1990, when Hirata overheard the conversation between his two colleagues, he had totally collapsed. Then you took the upper hand and took control of the body."
"You are right, Mr. F," Hirata answered.
"You hated Shuichi down the guts. You hated his decision that year. You hated the way he controlled the body, and you hated him the most for ruining your future." Feng Bujue continued, "You wanted to take revenge by eradicating his life."
He had mused for two seconds before he continued to reason the details of the case, "As a well-educated man, with your excellent capability, moreover, you are ruthless enough, in this sort of conducting crimes, you are much better than Shuichi. If you wanted to kill Fukui, you would have had many ways. However, killing Fukui wasn’t enough… From the details of the case and considering that after Shuichi murdered Fukui, the sentence he would have received would be insignificant… his colleagues and even Haruko would go to the court and be his barristers. Perhaps he would have been jailed for only several years." Feng Bujue smiled. "Thus, you went to kill a policeman, took his gun and killed Fukui. In such a serious case, even if Shuichi had wings, he couldn't have escaped."
"Yeah, you are really brilliant. Logically, it is explainable to kill a policeman. Even if Shuichi couldn't remember anything, with the obvious evidence, he couldn't say anything. In case you had killed a random passenger on the street to intensify your crime, you wouldn’t have any purpose for the murder. At the same time, as Shuichi didn’t know anything about that fragment of memory, he would be directly considered as a patient of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Thus, his murder case to Fukui could also be explained as a distorted mental problem."
Feng Bujue exhaled. "Phew… that’s why I say people who are good at planning are all dangerous." He retreated his neck. "Yeah, if I had conducted this crime… on the morning of November 25, I would have brought all the tools to solve the body to the place I had chosen to take my actions. The ruins caused by the storm would be a good choice."
"First, it was a familiar place to you. Next, no matter whether it was in the morning or at night, if some of your acquaintances accidentally saw you there, it would be easy to make up an excuse."
"In short, at night, you would find a random officer who was on his patrol with a gun, then find an excuse and lure him to that place. Then you would ambush him and hide him right there. In fact, you didn't want to hide him for a long time. It would be good if no one found him before you killed Fukui. Unexpectedly, the police hadn’t paid attention to that property, that’s why they had only found the body seven years later."
"What? So those all came out from your assumptions?" asked Hirata.
"Yes. Actually, I should have thought about it earlier. But right at the beginning, I didn’t know about your existence," Feng Bujue answered, "Shuichi wouldn't do these things. He is far behind you. Even if he wanted to snatch the gun, he wouldn’t kill the person. At most, he would only struck him from behind, hoping that no one could figure it out before he successfully killed Fukui." His eyes rolled in as he beamed a smile. "But you, Hirata, isn’t like him. If the assumption were that you were the murderer, I’m sure I could come up with the details I’ve just said."
"Well then, just guess what would have happened after that," Hirata said.
"What had happened after that was simple. At the time you took control, Shuichi was in the state of having no memory at all," Feng Bujue answered, "after the noon of November 26, no doubt that you knew Haruko had left the place and went for Fukui. Thus, you put a piece of paper which read the address No. 4-5 Rokubancho and a gun into your pockets. You arrived at the area near Fukui’s Yokan House and then shifted the control of the body to Shuichi.
"As he had been cluelessly woken up all of a sudden, seeing the gun in his pocket, he was terrified. Then he found the piece of paper and dazedly came to Fukui’s Yokan House, barged into the room on the second floor, and ruined their good stuff. With his despicable characteristics, Fukui would definitely storm to him while cursing out loud to shoo him away.
"Rage, pain, confusion or the effects of any kind of your psychological hints, there are numerous possibilities leading to the case in which Shuichi shot the gun aimlessly while his mind was in chaos. This was inevitable. This was a trap you have set up for him.
"Then, Shuichi had the second part of his memory. Not long after he shot the gun, you took over the control of the body again and continued your next step…"