disc.â
Itâd take at least thirty minutes.
âThe proviso states a police officer has to witness the work, so when I leave this place, the work you do alone will be invalid. We are all bureaucrats, if nothing else.â Kunugi spoke matter-of-factly as he took the disc from Shizue and put an organizational number on it. Then after taking a deep breath, he counted the disc along with the others and wrote the number down on another card, then put it all in a box. Then he stowed the box in his bag.
âMaybe itâs just an illusion, but I have a feeling this will all be pointless.â
Kunugi put on an old-fashioned jacket not seen much anymore.
Shizue sterilized her fingertips.
In other wordsâ¦
I have to work this way for another two days.
âPointless or not, the regulations have created a real obstacle, havenât they.â
She couldnât have anyone substitute as a counselor, and one never knew if a problem might arise. She wasnât even able to perform routine mail checks. Two more days of this would certainly be a problem.
âYou donât prefer the regulations?â Kunugi, now standing, asked.
âI canât do it like this. Weâre in charge of a hundred people. Our division is short-staffed, and I myself have seven or eight people in each age group, totaling ninety kids Iâm responsible for. Normally we each get thirty. Any more than that and we lose focus.â
What use is it complaining to this guy?
Shizue opened her mail on the monitor. As if waiting for the right moment, Kunugi stood again.
What?
Shizueâs eyes froze.
There were no messages.
No messages from concerned children. She converted to the room monitor and summoned a roster of the children.
Kunugi decided that maybe he shouldnât be looking. He turned toward the wall and asked if there was a problem.
âItâs not a problem, per se.â Shizue checked that she was connected.
Her message to Yuko Yabeâ¦
FAILED DELIVERY.
She double-checked the address and connectivity.
The connection wasnât recognized.
Is the monitor broken?
Shizue felt a shiver up her spine.
A broken monitor wasnât unheard of. But it was something she should have noticed when she sent the message yesterday. No, she could just try a voice message or at least check the connection on her home terminal. Shizue had been preoccupied with this data mining last night.
âThere was a child who didnât come to yesterdayâs communication group. There was no notice of it, so when the proctor notified me I sent the student a message, butâ¦â
âThereâs no reply?â
âWell, thatâs not uncommon, but itâs not that thereâs no return message. Thereâs noâ¦monitor.â
âNo monitor?â
âI have to go,â Shizue said. And she left.
CHAPTER 005
AS HAZUKI DISCONNECTED , some rote on-air news appeared on-screen.
At the bottom right of her screen floated a file called violent criminals of the twentieth century.
The on-air menu flooded the screen with text, so she knew the basic gist even with her speakers on mute.
A middle-aged man with old-fashioned dyed hair was rapidly moving his mouth. Words appeared in a text box below his face in conjunction with the movement of his mouth.
NO WEAPONS / THEATRICAL / CALLED A PSYCHO-KILLER / MINORS / âEDUCATIONALâ / IN THE HOMEâ¦
AROUND THIS TIME THE STALKER / FAMOUS/ BIZARRE MURDERDâ¦
The words ran so quickly she couldnât read them all.
Not that she wanted to.
To begin with, Hazuki wasnât sure what bizarre meant. She just thought it must mean something bad.
Well, not simply bad, but immoral. That was the impression she had. She didnât know why, but probably because of the way the word looked. Even if the meaning wasnât apparent, the appearance of that series of characters could signify so much. She might be totally wrong, but there was still the