Monogatari Series - Volume 26 - Chapter 1.13

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Hm? Hmm? Hmmm?

What was going on here?

I decided to temporarily set my toolbox down on the nursery’s floor… This might have been a mistake, as any sensible person would have turned on his heel immediately.

But, being a considerable fool, I couldn’t help but inspect the cage. Without thinking, I chose to think—well, well, let’s at least calm down.

I figured that someday I would fix my bad habit of staying in place when surprised… If I were to assess the scene objectively, it might look as if the doll escaped from the cage of its own volition, but I couldn’t take that as fact just yet.

No need to panic.

I only got such a first impression because I happened to know an extreme example of an autonomously moving doll, a corpse doll… But as long as we followed common sense, dolls did not break out of prison.

Just as everyone knows well.

So, if there was someone that destroyed this cage in the past few days, it should be easily assumed that it was not the work of the trapped doll, but of someone who visited the room during that time.

It may look like it had been pried open from the inside, but maybe that was just how it looked, you know?

It appeared that Associate Professor Iesumi was not at home, and so I could make any number of hypotheses that she could have returned home temporarily after her disappearance—and when she did, perhaps she took that handmade doll with a profound level of emotional attachment with her. A similar hypothesis could easily be made in the case of the husband.

Maybe he regretted stabbing the doll that his wife “adored”… Um, maybe he took it to be repaired?

It could even be surmised that he took the doll to destroy evidence after his wife’s disappearance, just as I had visited the Iesumi residence to do so.

…But, was that really the case?

Even if it wasn’t the Iesumi couple, assuming a human being took that creepy doll… Who in the world would go so far as bending an iron cage to do that?

Even the shikigami and god of destruction who kicked in the second door, Ononoki-chan, would probably unbolt the cage when opening it… It was a simple mechanism that could be opened by even a kindergartener who had never seen something so ancient as a bolt lock in their life.

Yes, unless you were a three-year-old that hadn’t yet entered kindergarten…

First off, it was a cage meant for animals. It wasn’t some run-of-the-mill toy. What kind of force, and at what angle, would cause an iron rod to twist in such a ridiculous way?

At least with my arm strength, it would be impossible. Of course, in my vampire days, neither iron nor diamond would be anything special, but with my current arm strength…

But really, what about it?

No matter how innocent I pretended to be, I’d traveled through time, and I’d both destroyed and saved a parallel world… It made no sense to be so distraught over the escape of a doll.

But… even the “precedent”, the corpse doll Ononoki-chan, needed to be used for a hundred years in order to become a tsukumogami, right? And for her to move so freely and openly, Kagenui Yozuru and Teori Tadatsuru had been burdened with the incomprehensible curse of “not being able to walk on the ground”—Ononoki-chan was a corpse doll with that much time and compensation needed.

For a stuffed doll, which had only been a stuffed doll last week, to escape from prison by force on my next visit… Was it really so simple?

“…No.”

It wasn’t just a stuffed doll.

It was handmade, made in place of one’s child.

It had been hurt.

And it had been stabbed in the back—even though it hadn’t been long, the passion put into it was certainly not superficial. It was a level of passion that would make you think, “If that much wasn’t enough, then how much passion would you even need?”

I would even venture to say that there was the possibility that my visit to the nursery was a trigger… It was entirely possible that I, with my wealth of experience in strange things, had some influence over it. In the same way that the Kitashirahebi Shrine, which used to be a gathering place for “bad things”, played such a role with the jagirinawa—perhaps I had become a walking attraction for those “bad things”.

A magnificent self-made problem.

In order to prevent this from happening, Gaen-san should have completely sealed away the influence of the former Kissshot Acerolaorion Heartunderblade, but I suppose even the most skilled of experts could make mistakes.

If that was the case, then I couldn’t help but feel responsible… If I was not only the trigger for the disappearance of Associate Professor Iesumi, but also the trigger for the jailbreak of the abused doll, then—no joke—I couldn’t complain if I was blasted to death by Ononoki-chan.

That girl was always no joke.

She was always a ghost story.13

However, even so, this situation was no longer something that I could cover up… I had no choice but to report to Ononoki-chan, even if it meant preparing myself to get killed. Unlike the second door, the only way to fix this warped, twisted cage back to normal would be to call in Shinobu, but if there really was a leak in the influence of that loli slave, then we couldn’t easily rely on vampire powers.

I was at a loss…

In any case, whether it was my fault or not, I couldn’t afford not to search for the stuffed doll that escaped from the cage, and if it came to that, then the help of a professional like Ononoki-chan was essential—as I thought that, I approached the cage and looked inside from above, just as I’d done the other day.

No matter what direction I looked in from, there was no space to hide in an empty cage… Even the fruit knife was gone.

Could it have escaped while stabbed?

If that was the case, that fugitive would be dealing with a serious injury… Could I think of it like that? Or was I empathizing too much with a lump of cloth?

But it’s because of the emotional investment that that doll—let’s call it the Iie-chan doll—was able to escape from the cage, wasn’t it?

“Um… But, if it escaped, then where did it go?”

I voiced the question that naturally came to mind.

Of course, I would go look for it together with Ononoki-chan—well, I highly doubt it ran to the children’s welfare center—but what I was referring to came before that.

I had come in through the front door. Using the key, I’d unlocked the door.

In other words, the door had been locked—if the Iie-chan doll had left from the front, from that doorway, then wasn’t it strange that the door was locked?

Unlike the husband, it was hard to believe the stuffed doll possessed a key… Not many parents would entrust their keys to a three-year-old, even if the child was alive and not abused.

To examine the problem from all angles, even assuming that the Iie-chan doll still had the key… If “she” couldn’t figure out how to open a bolt lock, how could she possibly know how to close a dimple lock?

In other words, roughly speaking, the Iie-chan doll didn’t go out the front door… Then, could it have escaped by breaking the glass of a window somewhere? But when I entered the room, the air felt the same as when I’d been here the other day, and it didn’t seem like it had been ventilated in any way…

“…It may have escaped from the cage, but.”

Perhaps, the Iie-chan doll.

Was still in this apartment?