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In the bustling heart of Tokyo, a disturbing silence enveloped a corner of the Shibuya District. This silence was not the result of the usual clamor being deliberately suppressed, but rather an invisible force seemed to be quietly draining the life from the area. People whispered among themselves, yet they could not break through the suffocating stillness.
At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a black trench coat and wearing a white detective hat stepped slowly into this shadowy realm of death. His name was Silence, recognized as a top detective by the Japanese Police Force. He never used any instruments and preferred silence; his methods of solving cases were always shrouded in mystery yet remarkably precise.
This was no simple case of disappearance. Silence murmured to himself, his gaze sweeping over the anxious and tense faces of the residents around him. His eyes finally settled on an unassuming apartment building. It was there that several recent disappearances had culminated.
As Silence ascended the stairs of the apartment, each step felt unusually heavy. He gently knocked on the door of the first unit but received no response. Cautiously, he pushed the door open.
Inside, there was an eerie quiet, broken only by the occasional sound of wind from outside. The room was tidy and orderly, as if its occupant had just stepped out. However, when Silence's gaze fell upon a corner of the living room, he discovered the first victim—a middle-aged woman—her eyes wide open as if conveying endless terror. Her lips moved slightly, as if trying to say something, but ultimately it was just a silent scream.
Silence quickly checked the other parts of the room but found nothing unusual. When he reached the balcony, his attention was drawn to an ordinary-looking birdcage. It was empty, but a note beside it caught his eye: Next Target: Sixth Floor.
Without hesitation, Silence rushed to the sixth floor, fully aware that time was of the essence. The room on this floor was also neat and quiet, but in the bedroom closet, he found the second victim—a young man—his face similarly frozen in fear, with another note beside him: Next Target: Ninth Floor.
Silence realized that there seemed to be a connection among these victims. He began to meticulously search every detail of the room and eventually discovered an inconspicuous diary in a corner. The diary recorded the last memories of these victims and mentioned a name they all shared: Amiya.
Determined to find more clues, Silence decided to head to the ninth floor. However, when he opened the door to that apartment, he was met with an unexpected trap—a massive mousetrap silently activated. Silence reacted swiftly, leaping aside with all his strength, but the sharp steel jaws still left a deep gash on his arm.
It seemed that the killer had been well-prepared. Silence pondered this as he quickly bandaged his wound and continued searching for clues. This time he was even more cautious and finally found a recording device hidden in a secluded corner of the room. The device played back a message: You are getting closer to the truth, but you will regret coming here. The recording ended with a piercing noise that seemed to herald some ominous omen.
Silence decided to investigate Amiya further. He discovered that Amiya was a renowned psychologist who had gone missing after an experiment involving several volunteers. These volunteers were precisely those who had recently disappeared! Silence realized that this was not merely a series of murders; it was a psychological game.
He returned to Amiya's office, which remained unchanged as if its owner had never left. In a drawer of the desk, Silence found a thick psychology book detailing Amiya's experiments and unique insights into human psychology. A particular chapter about silent fear piqued Silence's interest greatly.
Silent fear is a profound sense of dread stemming from deep-seated feelings of helplessness and despair within individuals. Silence whispered to himself; this was precisely what the killer aimed to achieve.
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