Monogatari Series - Volume 23 - Chapter 1.04

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If you asked what would be the most striking difference, or perhaps transformation, between the Araragi Koyomi that attended Naoetsu Private High School and the Araragi Koyomi that attended Manase National University, then the most appropriate answer would be the method he took to go to school. Though I’d fundamentally spent my high school days going to school on a bicycle and otherwise on foot, when it came to college, my hands instead gripped the steering wheel of a car.

It was a Volkswagen New Beetle. It was after grueling hours of hard work at my part-time job that I managed to procure a used one in good condition, and I’d further restored it on my own—well, saying so would make a really good impression, but actually, it was a new car that was gifted to me by my parents to celebrate my high school graduation.

I was really being pampered.

Surprisingly enough, the fact that I so easily accepted that amount of pampering without resisting as part of my rebellious phase could actually be considered the biggest difference, or transformation… But putting that aside, after exiting the hospital, I had Gaen-san sit in the back seat of that New Beetle and headed towards the scene of the oddity phenomenon.

If you were wondering why I had her sit in the back seat, it was because a child seat had been affixed to the passenger seat—my passenger seat was reserved for a certain young girl.

“By appearance, isn’t Shinobu-chan about 8 years old…? Though it’s not even comparable to her in her complete mode, isn’t she old enough to not need a child seat?”

“That feeling of having a slightly older kid fit tightly in a child seat is what I like.”

“Mm… That’s something you’d be better off not telling other people, Koyomin. Even me, an onee-san who knows everything, would have preferred not knowing that.”

As we lightly exchanged such witty banter, we headed for our destination, which, as expected, was the school road to Naoetsu High—it wasn’t a place that was too far off from the hospital, so we arrived fairly quickly.

Because it was immediately following the discovery of the mummy, I had thought there would be a crowd of onlookers that had formed or police officers that had rushed in, but the area was surprisingly unpopular… Even if it wasn’t the time when people were going to school, could a normal road like this really be so deserted?

It had made me a bit suspicious, but it turned out that that was a result of Gaen-san’s arrangements.

A way of keeping people out through some sort of barrier, the domain of specialists.

It should have been obvious from the beginning, but I wasn’t the only person at Gaen-san’s beck and call at this case—Gaen-san’s forte was working in a team, and it could be seen as a good outcome that the search party had already managed to discover another victim that had been mummified in the same way as the two that had already been carried to the hospital.

Already. And yet, too late.

It couldn’t really be said that finding the third victim was a good thing.

“I know you have some anxiety around strangers, Koyomin, so I had the search party leave the area, too. So you can perform your on-site inspection at a leisurely pace,” said Gaen-san.

I was happy about that concern, but my stranger anxiety wasn’t that extreme.

Well, from Gaen-san’s perspective, she probably didn’t want to introduce a temporary member like me to her subordinates, or her “real cooperators”—I could understand that.

Since my education wasn’t very good.

“Even so, there’s a limit to putting up a paranormal barrier in a residential area in the middle of the day, so let’s move quickly. I expect this to have a strong visual impact, Koyomin, so make sure you prepare yourself mentally for that.”

And Gaen-san exited from the back seat of the New Beetle… After being shown not one, but two mummified high school girls in quick succession, why was she telling me this now? That was what I’d been wondering as I followed her out, but immediately, I realized the importance of that advice.

Where the third victim had been discovered was, to be precise, inside some kind of shack that I didn’t really understand, built on the other side of the guardrail alongside the school road.

Well, it had probably originally been some sort of wooden structure made for some purpose, but now, it could only be seen as some unidentifiable pile of wood… Though I’d said she was inside, it could at best be seen as some sort of awning, and with this many gaps in the woodwork, it likely would be able to keep out neither rain nor wind.

And, at the dried-up mummy inside it, I was rendered speechless.

Comparing the mummy that had been made to wear a patient gown and been laid down on a hospital bed, with the mummy that had been found in this mysterious incomprehensible shack wearing a high school uniform and collapsed on her side as if she had just dropped dead, the visual difference was striking.

Her shoes had fallen off, her clothes were a mess, and her bag had been thrown to the side.

Those details insistently nagged at me that this was the actual reality of things… Even if it was an oddity phenomenon, it was a reality that couldn’t be passed off as fantasy.

There was no distinction between reality and delusion.

I was starting to regret having entered a domain that amateurs shouldn’t lay a hand on—if it hadn’t been Gaen-san that I’d made a promise with, I would probably have turned tail and run.

However, it wasn’t good to have my whole body tremble in fear.

In fact, it almost made me want to put on airs like a specialist… I tried to act as composed as possible and began to approach the mummy.

“This one also looks like a failure from a vampire transformation,” I said, saying something I’d just learned as if I’d known it all along.

As I’d done earlier in the hospital, I took her wrist to feel for a pulse—and then.

“Koyomin, look out!”

It was unusual to hear Gaen-san shout, but it was no wonder she did.

When I’d squatted down near the mummy, she sprang up as if a spring had been installed in her back, and reached her arm out towards me—no, not her arm, but her finger.

And not her finger, but her nail.

The mummy tried to scratch me—tried to tear me to shreds.

“Wh-whoa! Ah…”

Being held down by a high school girl could be considered exciting and pleasurable depending on the circumstances, but if the conditions were that it had to take place inside an ominous shack and the high school girl had to be a mummy, then it definitely wasn’t something I could feel happy about—though I’d carelessly approached the mummy to take her pulse, I’d ended up grabbing both of her arms for different reasons—for self-defense reasons.

I was able to somehow defend myself against the girl’s ten unpainted nails, but I couldn’t do anything about her fangs—by grabbing both her wrists, that also had the effect of sealing my own arms from being used.

And if the mummy, while holding me down, tried to come and bite into me, it wasn’t like I could try and bite into her to defend myself.

Though I’d managed to perform all kinds of different kisses in my life, a mummified girl was way out of my strike zone—but ultimately, it was the work of a specialist that sealed the lips of the mummy that came onto me so passionately, and more importantly, the fangs that glinted within those lips.

Rather than sealing them, it was more like Gaen-san unleashed it—and what she unleashed was a cloth-like curtain that had covered the window of the shack.

And with that, the rays of the sun entered indoors, shining like a spotlight onto the mummy, and stopping her movements—like the opposite of a doll that moved using solar cells, as a result of bathing in the sun, the mummy ceased functioning.

As if her soul had been taken from her—if that was even possible—she collapsed onto me. That in itself was pretty frightening, but it seemed I’d just barely managed to escape from the predicament I’d carelessly stumbled into.

Although, considering that Gaen-san had cleaned up the predicament of this amateur college student with the most minimal of actions, perhaps it could hardly be considered a predicament… I see, even if the transformation had failed, the mummy was still a vampire, and was weak to sunlight.

Come to think of it, the hospital rooms where the mummies had been lying had also had the curtains open… And there were probably various other measures in place in that hospital room to seal the mummies’ movements.

Even if they had no consciousness, even if the transformation had failed, a vampire was a vampire.

Even drawing near was dangerous.

“So… Sorry, Gaen-san. For acting on my own accord.”

Rather than acting on my own accord, this was the result of me acting pretentious.

It was surprising how little I’d grown… Though I didn’t know if getting my blood sucked by a mummy that had failed to become a vampire would turn me into a vampire, this had come dangerously close to eerily reproducing the events of that spring break when I was a 17-year-old.

Feeling ashamed of myself, I crawled out from underneath the mummy… But to that, Gaen-san said, “No, it’s a great achievement, Koyomin,” with some sort of consolation that I didn’t understand.

An achievement?

“The name of this girl is Kuchimoto Kyoumi-chan. A first-year of Naoetsu High. Because of how tall she is, I’d thought she was a third-year, but it seems kids these days are growing very well.”

Without showing any more concern for me, Gaen-san had taken the bag that had been off to the side and looked through her student handbook and wallet and other belongings to obtain the victim’s personal information—the first mummy had been a first-year, the second mummy had been a second-year, so the third would be a third-year… But there was no such clever progression.

“Um… Gaen-san. What do you mean by it being an achievement?”

“When Kuchimoto-chan went after you to try and scratch you, Koyomin, she dropped the set of flashcards that were in her hand, you see—you’re not a high schooler anymore, Koyomin, but you remember what vocabulary flashcards are, right? The pieces of paper that you use to memorize English words.”

Without turning to face me, she promptly tossed me those flashcards—of course I remembered. They were a huge help when I’d been taking entrance exams.

I caught them—it seemed Kuchimoto-chan wasn’t particularly studious, as the flashcards were almost brand new. Among those flashcards, only the first one had been used, and what had been handwritten on the surface in red pen wasn’t even an English word.

“B777Q”.

“…? What is this?”

“I wonder. By the way, there was a pen that seemed like it could’ve written that among the writing materials right next to it—the cap of the pen wasn’t even on. It was as if, when being attacked by a vampire, Kuchimoto-chan panicked and grabbed whatever she could to try and memorize that vocabulary word.”

Gaen-san spoke carefreely as she fiddled with a smartphone with a strap on it, likely the high school girl’s—unfortunately, it seemed a lock had been placed on it, which meant the contents of the phone could not be analyzed by even a specialist proficient with telecommunications equipment.

But anyway, the flashcards.

She tried to memorize vocabulary at that point… There’s no way.

If anything…

“By the way, it seems Kuchimoto-san was an avid reader, which is admirable for this day and age. There was a work by Ellery Queen in her bag. You know, that Ellery Queen, famous for her ‘Challenges to the Reader’.”

And that Ellery Queen was famous for her dying messages as well—however, Kuchimoto-san had failed in a vampire transformation, so she was neither dead nor murdered, so the term dying message wasn’t exactly accurate—but, “B777Q”.

“It’s a code that would elate that mystery maniac Ougi-chan. Although it would be impossible to go and depend on her now.”

“Indeed. And she is still a student of Naoetsu High. She may even pull us further into the dark… At least during her stay of execution, I’d like to have her stay quiet.”

During her stay of execution, huh? It had a nice ring to it.

Although it didn’t particularly seem like she was going to stay quiet, there was no reason I should further stimulate her curiosity—although, if more students of Naoetsu High were going to become victims, then that dark girl would very likely start acting on her own.

I was at a loss. If I were still in high school, I’d be able to depend on Hanekawa without hesitation, but… No, wait.

“Gaen-san. Will you please give Koyomin a chance to redeem himself?”

“Hm? What’s that?”

“This dying message… Well, maybe we should be calling it a living message, but I think I have an idea about how to solve it. Please allow me to hold onto these flashcards for a bit.”

“If you’re going to say that much, then I don’t mind. Living message, huh? How clever. It’s common to make a joke that turns ‘dying message’ into ‘dining message’, but going for ‘living’ is fresh. And discovering that bit of evidence so early on is all thanks to Koyomin, after all—meanwhile, I’ll be in charge of this.”

Gaen-san had so disappointingly left the task to me that it felt less like she was giving me a chance to redeem myself and more like she’d discovered an even more important clue in her investigation—Gaen-san’s line of sight was still resting on Kuchimoto-san’s smartphone.

To be precise, what the specialist’s keen eyes were looking at was not the locked smartphone itself.

It was the item that was literally connected to it, the strap.

“…Is there something wrong with the strap, Gaen-san?”

To an amateur like me, it looked like nothing but an ordinary strap. It had two accessories in the shape of the alphabet letter “K” dangling from it—without even needing to think about it, they were most likely the initials for the name “KYOUMI KUCHIMOTO”.

Even if you locked your cell phone, if you left that personal information dangling out in the open, then it felt pretty meaningless…

“Of course, with just this, it would just be cute accessories that you could see anywhere. But if the second victim known as Honnou Aburi had a similar strap attached to her smartphone, wouldn’t the story change?”

“Eh? …A similar one?”

“Accessories with her initials. For Honnou Aburi-chan, it would be ‘A H’… The lettering was the same. Of course, it could just be a coincidence. It could be a simple trend that this onee-san past her prime is unaware of.”

The smartphone of the first victim, Harimaze-chan, wasn’t decorated with any accessories at all, too—said Gaen-san, making a prudent excuse, before continuing with a “However”.

“However, if the victims have something in common besides just being female students of Naoetsu High—there’s a possibility that that missing link can tie back to the identity of that unidentifiable vampire as well.”