Chapter 114: Curse: The Black Girl

The last day of November, Tokyo Juvenile Detention Center, Japan.

What is relatively surprising is that Japan still retains the administrative structure of juvenile detention centers to this day; these institutions mainly house juvenile offenders aged 14-18. The detention areas of these centers are usually shaped like the character "hui" (a square within a square), with offices, classrooms, and cells distributed around the perimeter of the floor, and a standard basketball court in the center. Wednesday is education day, and the juvenile offenders play basketball on the court, even though their status and clothing remind everyone that they are prisoners.

The oldest existing juvenile detention center in Japan is the Nara Juvenile Detention Center, built during the Meiji period. This building is famous for its red brick and dome design, showcasing history since the Meiji era. Its designer, Keijiro Yamashita, had traveled to many countries in Europe and America, drawing on the advanced prison design concepts of that time.

This juvenile detention center in Tokyo is very close to the city; if one did not look at the sign outside, one might think it was an elementary school. Across the street are rows of residential areas, and the walls surrounding the detention center are five meters high, housing many juvenile offenders inside.

Juvenile offenders who are minors but have committed criminal offenses receive incarceration and re-education inside the juvenile detention center. If their sentence extends beyond the age of 18, it will be considered whether to send them to other prisons. At the latest, a juvenile offender could potentially serve their sentence in the juvenile detention center until the age of 26, and then be sent to another prison to serve the remainder of their sentence.

Today, several black luxury cars stopped at the entrance of the juvenile detention center. Several men in black suits and trench coats stepped out from the front, each wearing sunglasses, their expressions stern and tough, while the police officers following them nodded and bowed.

Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office.

Today, they were delivering the perpetrator of the Chiba Prefecture Serial Murder Case, Girl C—that is, Saijo Yasue—to the juvenile detention center to report.

According to the prosecution results, Saijo Yasue will face as many as 7 criminal charges, including multiple counts of intentional homicide, destruction of a corpse, and destruction of public property caused by the slaughter of stray animals.

After the District Public Prosecutors Office collects the evidence and submits it for prosecution, they must wait for the court to open for trial. This type of juvenile crime will not be tried publicly and will be handled through special channels within the court system, but even so, it will take about a year of waiting.

Today, it was Prosecutor Kamibayashi and Prosecutor Lin who brought Saijo Yasue over.

Sometimes Prosecutor Kamibayashi wonders if he and Uesugi Muneyuki have conflicting horoscopes; why is it that whenever it involves that monk, the Chief Prosecutor always sends him to do the job?

This time, the Metropolitan Police Department's performance in this major case was praised nationwide, and Chief Cabinet Secretary Onoda Kimiaki even specifically mentioned the Metropolitan Police Department's performance at a routine press conference, giving it high affirmation.

This made the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office very angry; they basically didn't get any credit for this major case, only showing their faces at the very end when submitting the prosecution.

Normally, at this point, the District Public Prosecutors Office would do something to boost its presence—for example, if the Metropolitan Police Department hopes for a heavy sentence, the District Public Prosecutors Office intentionally pushes for a light one; if the Metropolitan Police Department hopes for leniency, the District Public Prosecutors Office intentionally pushes for a heavy one.

But not this time.

Even Prosecutor Kamibayashi believes that for this kind of deranged antisocial personality, there is no need for leniency. Therefore, when submitting the prosecution, the precedent he proposed to the Prosecutor General was life imprisonment plus lifelong psychiatric treatment.

Unfortunately, there is no precedent for such a sentence, and the court is unwilling to risk universal condemnation to set this precedent. Therefore, even though the District Public Prosecutors Office maxed out all of Saijo Yasue's charges, it really only amounted to about 10 years of fixed-term imprisonment plus 15 years in a psychiatric hospital.

"Why do we have to come?" Prosecutor Lin Yanzhen asked, full of dissatisfaction.

"The Chief Prosecutor is also doing this for our own good; even the United States is paying attention to this matter," Prosecutor Kamibayashi said coldly. He did not believe this Korean-descendant did not understand.

There is a saying in Japanese society that the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office is a branch of the United States Central Intelligence Agency, a lackey of the FBI, and a dog raised by the United States.

This is slightly absurd; it is mainly because many people can only understand the relationship between countries at the level of "master and dog," and their brains overload and fail to understand anything slightly more complex.

The Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office has never been a dog of the United States, let alone after the 1970s, when the US-Japan Security Treaty was updated for the third time and most of the US influence had withdrawn from the District Public Prosecutors Office.

However, this does not mean that the District Public Prosecutors Office is completely independent.

When the United States withdrew from the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office, it buried many secret agents throughout the entire prosecution system. Therefore, internal intelligence from key departments like the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office is always leaked to the other side of the Pacific. With intelligence unilaterally transparent, internal secrets of the District Public Prosecutors Office are often known by the American daddy first, and then the American daddy uses third-party media to expose and exert pressure, forcing the District Public Prosecutors Office to be influenced by the American daddy if they are not clean on certain issues.

"District Prosecutor-san, you wouldn't want the public to know what you've done, would you?"

Of course, there is a limit to this coercion; if played too far, the District Public Prosecutors Office might explode at the American daddy, and both sides emphasize stopping at the right point. But it is undeniable that in some matters, the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office still considers the attitude of the American daddy.

This matter of Saijo Yasue has received the attention of the American daddy because it involves the Disneyland Theme Park in Chiba Prefecture. Under such circumstances, the District Public Prosecutors Office will not intentionally butt heads and go against everyone.

"Come out!"

Saijo Yasue, wearing a hood over her head, was escorted out by a female police officer and pushed and pulled into the juvenile detention center.

The entire handover procedure is very cumbersome, so I will not go into detail here.

In short, as a group of people sent Saijo Yasue into the juvenile detention center, the juvenile offenders inside were having a meal. On their tables were miso soup, bread, rice, and dumplings; because they are minors, there were also croquettes and milk.

Saijo Yasue did not say a word the entire time.

"Are you ready? You will spend many years in the future here." Prosecutor Kamibayashi naturally had no affection for Saijo Yasue, and he said quite sarcastically: "The prison food is also nutritionally balanced."

"…………" Saijo Yasue slowly raised her head, her dull and hollow eyes scanning the inside of the juvenile detention center.

The vast majority of juvenile offenders are male. One of the prisoners was saying things that could not be understood, such as "I don't even want the Red Dragon's roar anymore," "How are you, I fine thank you," "Who is the king of chaos," "People must have dreams," and the like, which drew repeated reprimands from the guards.

Saijo Yasue was also attracted by this guy, but her attention was not on him, but on the iron spoon in his hand; this guy was using this spoon to eat.

"I'll take you to change your clothes," the female police officer who escorted her said.

Saijo Yasue did not refuse. She nodded, so the female police officer took her to the changing room next to the cafeteria, unlocked her handcuffs, and signaled for her to change clothes.

The moment the handcuffs were unlocked, the female police officer immediately prepared for defense, but Saijo Yasue had no reaction. She dully took off her clothes. Seeing this, the female police officer also relaxed a bit, especially when Saijo Yasue took off the last piece of clothing on her body; she subconsciously looked away.

However, in this split second, Saijo Yasue moved.

"Hey, what?"

She suddenly erupted and rushed toward the female police officer. When the female police officer instinctively grabbed her baton to defend herself, she suddenly flashed past, ignoring the female police officer in front of her, and rushed toward the cafeteria!

"What? Hey! Wait, what are you doing?" This female police officer was clearly also somewhat capable and reacted quickly. She followed Saijo Yasue out of the changing room. Since the other party was unarmed and even only wearing underwear, she also shouted: "She's having an episode! Don't shoot! She has no weapon in her hand!"

Within these few words, Saijo Yasue had already rushed into the cafeteria. She snatched an iron spoon from the hand of a prisoner and revealed a ferocious smile at everyone.

What was she going to do?

"I said, I would come to find you."

Right in front of everyone, Saijo Yasue grinned ferociously, pressed the iron spoon against her own neck, and the edge of the spoon sliced across her throat.

"Puchi~"

Blood gushed out like a spring.

The incredible thing happened right in front of Prosecutor Kamibayashi and the others: Saijo Yasue had sliced her own throat with an iron spoon!

This, how is this possible?

"Hey!" Prosecutor Kamibayashi and Prosecutor Lin rushed forward, disregarding the bizarrely large amount of splashing blood, trying to stop everything from happening: "Saijo! What are you doing?"

"Do you think you can escape the sanctions of the law by doing this? You..." Prosecutor Kamibayashi's face was already splattered with blood, and his suit was completely dyed red. He desperately grabbed Saijo Yasue's hand: "Call an ambulance quickly!!!"

"Quick!!!"

It was too late. By the time the ambulance arrived at the juvenile detention center, Saijo Yasue had already died from excessive blood loss and a ruptured trachea.

No one had anticipated this situation.

A person, just like that, died?

The heads of the people from the District Public Prosecutors Office were about to explode. Prosecutor Kamibayashi stared blankly at the iron spoon.

This thing, let alone slicing a throat, even a master would need immense strength just to use it to cut through skin.

But the incident had already occurred.

Now, what was to be done?

That very night, the Special Investigation Department of the District Public Prosecutors Office rushed over overnight, and even the Prosecutor General arrived; facing this situation, the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office immediately issued a gag order to the juvenile detention center.

Saijo Yasue had committed suicide out of fear of crime, the responsibility lay with the juvenile detention center, and the handover had already been completed.

However, whether this could deceive the citizens outside was another matter; the most troublesome part was how to explain it to the Metropolitan Police Department, the courts, and the Cabinet?

……………………

Just as the District Public Prosecutors Office was outside, frantically handling the affairs of Saijo Yasue's sudden suicide.

Inside the temporary morgue, Saijo Yasue's corpse began to stir.

The blood that had originally drained away began to flow once more from the throat of the corpse, turning from bright red to pitch black, from clear to chaotic.

The blood flowed more and more, becoming increasingly turbid, until the blood covered the entire morgue.

A figure with black skin, black eyes, black hair, and black clothes slowly emerged from the chaos, taking human form within the pitch-black vortex.

She was dead.

But the ritual was complete.

The ritual required four heads, and she had only completed three, so she used herself to complete the final one.

The price was great, very great.

But just as Uesugi Muneyuki had said, if there was no chance to taste the joy of slaughter in the future, then what meaning was there for her, Saijo Yasue, to be alive?

Unreasonable.

An unbearable unreasonableness.

There is so much slaughter in this world, so many things that violate the rules, why was I the one to be punished?

Why, why, why, why?

The Soul named Saijo Yasue was like a redundant cancer cell in this unreasonable world, abandoned by society.

This is unreasonable.

Why can everyone else do what they want to do, why can they laugh, why can they cry, why can they possess, and why can they lose?

However, as someone with an "antisocial personality," she could not do so; she could neither understand the expressions of others nor feel guilt or gratification; she had never possessed anyone and was destined to end her lonely life alone in this boring world.

Why only me? I haven't done anything bad... I am also a victim, I am innocent, I only killed a few people; I was just pursuing my own happiness, it is those who hindered me who should be punished.

Hatred... anger... jealousy... resentment... sorrow; all the negative emotions possessed by humanity were increasing day by day within "Saijo Yasue."

My needs have never been satisfied.

Ever since I was born, I have lived in pain, ignored, forgotten, and unneeded by everyone, just like a small insect living under a rock by the roadside. Let you taste it! Taste the suffering I have endured!

The Cursed Grudge formed.

The girl's black shadow gradually shrouded the entire morgue.

"I will come to find you, I said I would."

"I will come to find you."

(End of chapter)