There are no children in the children's park at 3-chome.
The incidents of the disappearance of children continued in this place, so parents and teachers will instruct the children that they can not play here.
"Oh, I was playing with Kenji in the jungle gym."
My neighbor, Mamoru, taught me. "In the meantime, Kenji suddenly disappeared."
The same is true for other missing children.
They are finally witnessed where they were playing in the jungle gym.
There is even a testimony that it disappeared while watching him.
"Kenji went through the metal pipe path and disappeared as it is," Mamoru says.
Because it is a child's statement, of course, I can not trust it as it is.
But the incident was too unusual to ignore.
I am not a detective or anything but an ordinary person, but as a resident in the same town, I care about it and check it.
I approached the jungle gym in question while making sure no one was around.
It has nothing wrong with it. It only looks like a regular jungle gym.
I grabbed a painted metal pipe, climbed the side, and stood at the top of the jungle gym.
Not too high.
I can see the substation of the power company adjacent to the children's park.
Looking up, a high-voltage wire runs overhead.
I care about it, but I do not think it is related to the case.
On the other side of the substation is an emerging religious building.
It is a topic that believers soar and the guru is not human.
If I suspect that it is suspicious, it is indeed suspicious.
If someone suspects suspicious, I am suspicious enough though...
Once I get down to the ground, I look around. After all there is no one.
I do not think that it will be a problem separately, but it will be a problem if seen by the neighbors.
It is embarrassing that a decent adult is such a place.
I try to get in from the square two-sided rectangular entrance at the bottom of the jungle gym.
The aisle is narrow, but if I'm small I can pass it.
(Yes, it was like this.) A long time ago, I recall the nostalgic feeling of my childhood.
I close my eyes. Memory I forgot.
There was also a jungle gym on the ground of a rural elementary school.
It was a three-dimensional maze, and it certainly looked like a jungle.
(Jungle gym is a good name.) I admire it now.
When I opened my eyes, it was dim.
It is surrounded by thick trees and thick trees for some reason.
My hand grabbed not a metal pipe but a tree branch.
It's hot here. It was extremely hot and humid. And I could hear a cry of strange birds.
(Here is no way...)
At that time, I saw something unbelievable.
I have stared at each other with the serpent hanging down from above my head.