The man looked back with his excited eyes at the approaching sign. It was too late. She has already approached in front of his eyes. The surprised man opened his arms right and left, and bent backward. Hikari stepped on the floor slab, stretched out her arm to aim at his throat, and raked her fingernails hard from his clavicle to lower jaw. The dark red blood blew up and gathered like four or five ears. They broke up then round and round quivering the edges.
She thrust her hand into the man's belly. The intestines she has held were pulled out as he sank to fall to his knees. When she threw up her hand, the intestines were torn to pieces, fell behind her, and had blood splashed. It could be the intestines themselves that burst. The red liquid flowed smoothly out of nose and mouth of the man who had gone down on the floor slabs by losing support.
The pier began to quiver. Aslant white splash blew up from the sea surface, and extended rapidly glistening in the sunlight. High water splash spreading sideways gradually formed a wall as if it was a huge folding fan opened. Meshes of bamboo blind were twisted unceasingly, and scattered faint light to Hikari standing still at shade.
A doubt arose in Hikari. Something blew up. Since it should not be a shellfish or a fish, it is reasonable to suppose explosives to be the scuffs thrown just before in the sea. It never occurred to her that he meant no harm to her. It is believed that throwing a time bomb away to deserted sea is the second best plan in case it is difficult to cancel it by the deadline. The man was brave enough to run to the sea in order to keep waitpersons and visitors including her from danger. It was a mystery how he detected bombs in the appearance of common scuffs.
Her fingernail drew a semicircle from his temple to temple along cranium. She pushed the roots of her thumbs against the slit, widened it by drawing her hands apart slowly. The scalp was made to be stripped finally. She struck the exposed skull against the floor slab repeatedly. She became cheerful because the man turned out to be innocent. She wanted to confirm it immediately. She put her fingers in a crack appeared in the skull, and tore it off. Pale pink brain came in sight. She was thinking for a moment with her head on one side, then whispered, "It matters little which part manages memory." It is at most 1600 grams, isn't it? Just eat all and his memory will be seen probably.
