You can imagine you looking at those magical problems that have been solved for countless years in the clutter of the book, or I filled the physical image with four colors on the blackboard after class. While absent-mindedly scribbling with colored chalk, the conventional thinking, obsessed with physics, is suddenly reversed in the mind.
I start to miss it.
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the end, it's a good film no matter what angle it is from
===============ps I'm a fan of the Great God of Higashino ==================================================================================================== When is it? Seventeen years ago, or earlier. A stone bench at Kyoto University. When sitting on it, there are tall deciduous trees standing on the back left, the path in front of it is deserted, and in front of it is the old school building. These circumstances can be ignored. The guy on the stone chair was really funny. When Yuchuan saw Shishen for the first time, this guy lowered his head and held the book of four-color problems in his hand, biting the pen holder seriously. [This proposition has not been proven long ago] [En. But I don't think that answer is pretty enough. ] Shishen put down his pen and tilted his head to see Yuchuan Qingjun's face, [Are you also in the mathematics department? ] [No, physics department] He squinted his shoulders and smiled. When the detective who had always asked for help overheard Ishigami's name, Professor Yukawa was stunned and ran down the stairs in an instant. You say stone god, stone god Zhezai? ＊An impeccable alibi concocted by a mathematical genius. Teacher Shishen has his own logic and confidence in his mind. But the arrival of Yuchuan was indeed an episode he didn't expect. A tall and tall figure like in college, standing in front of his house ringing the bell. After receiving no response, he turned around, with the same handsome young face, and looked straight into the eyes of Shishen who was going home downstairs.
It seems that seventeen years have passed, and it seems that there is none.
The two made a small place in the stack of books to sit down and drink and reminisce. Shishen Zhezai, who was usually dull-faced, rarely showed a long-lost smile.
With their own goals in mind, they are careful to guard against each other's goals.
But it's been a long time since I talked to anyone like this.
Yo, is there still this one?
Yukawa glanced at the book scattered on the ground by his hand. It was the book "The Problem of Four Colors" that he had seen for the first time. You still haven't changed.
In the middle of the night, Yukawa got up from the desk and walked to the small living room. Yukawa, who was waiting for him to check the mathematical argument, fell asleep on the floor with his clothes on his pillow. An Ran's sleeping face is like a sculpture.
Sure enough, there are still old school friends who can let go of their guards.
He took a white blanket and covered him. Wrap him up warm.
*
[I will not assist the police. ] Professor Yukawa said coldly.
*
Thinking of their rational thinking, they did not believe in what love is.
It's because they can't see clearly.
But what is love? Is it this change of style from the usual mechanical model, the unprecedented personal concern for this case?
Shishen, a math teacher who came out of high school, saw Yukawa waiting for him outside. Gray woolen trench coat, black scarf, still tired smile. [I was thinking about what to eat today when I thought of the boxed lunch that Shishen would eat every day. ]
Now, take me to buy a lunch box.
Even if it's not for research, I want to eat it once.
*
Obvious murderer and obvious accomplice. That is, there are no flaws, no evidence. A true alibi is irrefutable.
*
Ishigami asked Yukawa to go mountain climbing.
The physically exhausted Yukawa stepped on the footsteps of the stone god in the deep snow, and watched his figure get farther and farther away. The wind and snow blurred the goggles. His voice calling his name was so weak that he couldn't even hear him.
I don't know how long it took, and the people who came back picked him up from the snow. After the snow and fog, they climbed to the top together, and the two of them were speechless.
Intense, unstoppable gasping.
*
Yukawa froze when he heard the news from the police station.
*
Lostly recall everything.
Whether it's a person lying on a prison floor or a person in a chair in the corner of the laboratory.
Fragments of memories overlapped coincidentally on a university bench full of shade and fallen leaves.
Connect the dots on the ceiling to make a line in your mind and fill in the four colors of red, yellow, blue and green.
The ceiling in the eyes of the two became magical and colorful.
Yukawa, who seems to have no feelings, is now even looking decadent.
[At that time, I knew he was in love. ]
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They are worth your sacrifice to protect
because they were the only light when I was in despair.
I hope they can always be happy and continue to be happy.
These are all things that I can't say but understand in my heart dialogue.
No matter how much we cry, tear our hearts to pieces, and beat the door in mourning, it is useless.
At that time, what I thought was why, in order to let her know all the sacrifices Stone God made for her, I went to her and told her, but ignored the motives of Stone God's sacrifice and the ending he finally expected.
Such an ending will destroy the perfect logic he designed, and no one will be happy.
Yukawa, you are wrong. As smart as you, how could you be so irrational at the time.
Shouldn't, shouldn't have said it.
How nice to bury everything you see through in your heart. You have always been the one who knew him best.
***
If the adjacent figures are not the same color, four colors are enough.
Then I watched with curiosity as you tried to give a more beautiful proof of this proposition.
Seventeen years later, the years have left indelible vicissitudes on you.
Why don't I
sit on a stone bench and look at the sky. The grey weather is not very clear.
I told Neihai that this is where we met.
Snow began to fall in the sky.
-end. -
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