Didn't you squint your eyes and take a closer look at the name, yes, read it again, the coin locker of the domestic duck and the wild duck. Putting aside the name of the work itself, this book is one of the works of Japanese mystery novelist Kotaro Isaka, saying that it is a mystery novel, in fact, after reading it, you will find that this is a different "healing system" reasoning.
The novel inherits the gentleness and cheerfulness of Isaka Kotaro's characters in terms of character shaping, and compared with the intelligent detectives in most speculative novels, Isaka's characters are closer to ordinary people in life, both in personality and image. The book "Domestic Duck and Wild Duck" revolves around the intersection of Kotomi, Kawasaki and Doryoshi, and unfolds in a calm stroke. It seems to be a humble beginning, but it is backlogged with refreshing tenderness, which has always flowed into the softest corner of the heart.
Kawasaki, with his cool appearance, handsome and delicate face, always speaking with a hint of teasing and teasing, with a jumpy way of thinking, Kawasaki said that he wanted to let go of the zoo's small animals and take them to live in a place that only he knew, like a child who wanted to steal the red panda.
Dorjee, from as far away as Bhutan, seems to believe more in the gods, believe in reincarnation, and associate more frankly. The same is true of Doryoshi, even in a foreign country, compared to cultural differences and social atmosphere, the faith in the bones allows Doryoshi to always maintain innocence and frankness, whether it is Kawasaki, Ginmi, everyone Doryoshi meets, always attracted to his innocence. Doryoshi, who desperately wants to learn Japanese well, will foolishly respond to "yes" when he can't understand it, afraid that others will find out, but he will put on a confused expression, like the confusion of who I am and where I am.
Kawasaki and Dorjee, two strangers who look strange, because Kotomi know each other, Dorji doesn't care about the identity of his ex-boyfriend, he likes Kawasaki, Kawazaki is the only person he knows who has been to Bhutan, and he seriously speaks Japanese with Dorji, and Tsutomu who is puffing up has a small temper on the side. The three people getting along unexpectedly are more special than ordinary friends, just like the usual comfort and peace in Japanese dramas. But life will not always be ordinary, from the accidental encounter with the pet killer, the three people have embarked on a different journey. Stalking, intimidating phone calls, kidnappings, small animals disappear one after another, and then found strange corpses. Just when you are about to forget, it suddenly reminds you that this is a speculative novel.
Shiina, an ordinary teenager who has just entered the first year of college, wears a suit that is still unaccustomed, hides the guard in his heart, and seems to be drowned in the sea of people in the blink of an eye, but a story of accidentally breaking into three people. The first conversation turned out to be invited to "rob the bookstore together", the reason is also absurd, "there is a foreigner living next door next door, recently lost love, I want to grab a copy of "Guangciyuan" and give it to him · · · ", just in the back door to help, it's okay", Shiina told himself. As Isaka writes in the book, there are two types of weirdos, one is to make people stay away, and the other is to make people have a curious and scared mentality, and then contact for a period of time. But not long after, in the woods on the outskirts, he found the dying son of the bookstore owner· · · ·
The plot is interspersed, the timeline is staggered, and the narration from different perspectives seems to take you into the buildings on the side of the Japanese street, breathe in the air the scent of cherry blossoms, feel the sand grains on the soles of your feet, hear Bob Dylan humming in your ears, and the answer is floating in the wind · · · · · · ·
Two years ago, Kawasaki once said to Doryoshi - Do you know the difference between domestic ducks and wild ducks, in Japan, native ducks are wild ducks, and domestic ducks are imported from foreign species.
Two years later, in front of the coin locker on the Shinkansen platform, Dorjee held a speaker in one hand, and with the other hand felt two coins from his trouser pocket, tucked them along the coin opening, making a sound of -bells falling,Dorjee bent his legs, pressed the speaker with his knees, opened the cabinet, carefully placed the speaker inside, locked the cabinet door, as if it were some kind of mysterious ritual. Through the checkered tin cabinet door, Bob Dylan's voice is still faintly recognizable. "Do you know that there is such a saying in Bhutan", Dorjee slipped into his pocket and fumbled out a wrinkled photo, "If you shut up the gods, even if you do bad things, you will not be detected", Dorji speaks fluent Japanese, and the daily Dorji smile is mixed with a hint of relief that Vertebrae does not perceive. In the photo, three young faces are on a board photographed in an inappropriate mosaic zoo (the kind of wooden board where the man stands behind and his face can be exposed from the hole for photographing), a tiger, a crocodile, and a bear.
In the coin-operated lockers of domestic ducks and wild ducks, the gods are locked.
"See you later"
"So, when will it be? · · · "
The novel peels back the cocoon, and at the node of slowly telling everything abruptly stops, as if the end of a movie, no one bids farewell to each other, no one hugs each other, each meets and separates, just like every passerby you have passed by, loaded with their own experiences and sorrows, silently going farther away. Isaka seemed to take me with me to block the back door of the bookstore, and also to swing together in the shade of the zoo, when Shiina kicked the door with his foot, when humming the answer in the wind, when Doryoshi spoke lightly in fluent Japanese, I felt like one of them, feeling the gentleness and cheerfulness of reality, incredible but reasonable. If you've read Keigo Higashino's tight and gripping reasoning, try Kotaro Isaka, soaking up the sunshine by the bay window of the warm spring and enjoying the bright time flowing between the words.