Perfect Blind のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The head was five inches from my nose.I smelled blood first. Then cheap shampoo. Last, hospital soap on the killer's hands.He held it by the hair. My brother-in-law's eyes stared at me, milky and dead.I yawned Loud.Dramatic.Tears rolled down my face and landed on the corpse's cheek.The killer exhaled. I heard his knife hand relax.He believed me.Three months of practice. Blind contact lenses. Bruises from the walking stick. I was my sister now.He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened.I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across.The water stopped. Footsteps came back.Then he turned off the lights.Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out.A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes.I didn't blink.Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*Lights on."Cleaning up," he said. Robotic voice

I didn't move.Lin's hand stayed on my shoulder. Warm. Soft. The hand that had held mine through childhood nightmares.The hand that maybe planted them."Dad?" I made my voice blank. Confused. "Our father died. Car crash. You were eight. You told me."She smiled. Wide. Empty. "Did I?"Her cane tapped past me. Into the apartment. Three taps to the kitchen. She knew the layout perfectly.Too perfectly."Smells like bleach." She sniffed. "And cigarettes. Dad's brand. Marlboro Gold."I watched her. She couldn't see me watching. That's what blind people do—they don't turn their heads toward sound.But her left ear tilted. Just slightly.*She was tracking me.*"Sit," she said. "I'll make tea. You look tired.""I'll do it.""No." Her cane blocked my path. Metal tip cold against my knee. "Guests don't work. You taught me that."Guests. Not sisters. Not twins.I sat.She moved through the kitchen like water. Kettle filled. Cups found. No fumbling. No searching.*Ten years blind. Or ten years p

Lin sat beside me. Handcuffed to the bench. Not fighting it."They think I jumped," she said."You did jump.""I was caught." She smiled. The old smile. The one that meant she was planning. "Different thing."A door opened. Down the hall. White coat. Gray hair.Not our father. Too young. But same eyes."Dr. Chen," he said to the police. "Principal Zhou's physician. She's awake. Asking for her daughter."Lin stiffened."Which one?" I asked.He looked at me. Really looked. "She said the name. Yan."---The room smelled like sleep. Like trapped breath.Principal Zhou lay flat. Tubes everywhere. But her eyes moved. Tracking me."She can't speak," Dr. Chen said. "Stroke. Two years ago. But she can blink. Once for yes. Twice for no."I sat. Close enough to smell her. Old flowers. Medicine.Lin stood by the door. Guards outside. But she watched. Always watching."Did you steal me?" I asked. "From the hospital. From my real mother."Blink.Once.Yes.Lin made a sound. Small. Hurt."Why?"No b

Wang Tao's safehouse was a basement. No windows. One door. Steel."They can't mimic what they can't see," he said. Locking bolts. Three of them. "Lin taught them that. Surveillance first. Then replacement."I sat on the concrete floor. Cold through my jeans. "How many?""Four confirmed. Maybe more." He lit a candle. Old habit. Or romantic. Hard to tell with burns. "They started appearing six months ago. Same cities Lin visited. Same patients she 'cured.'""Cured of what?""Identity." He sat across from me. Close enough to smell the ointment on his face. "She didn't fix them. She emptied them. Made space for her own patterns. Her own preferences.""Then filled them with herself.""Versions of herself." He corrected. "Copies aren't perfect. They degrade. First generation is closest. Then drift. By third, fourth—they're something else. Something hungrier."I thought of the video. The blonde girl. Smiling thanks."Why faces? Why not just... act like her?""Because Lin believed in surfaces

The hospital smelled like Lin.Not perfume. Something deeper. Disinfectant and old flowers and the particular cold of places where people wait to die or forget.I walked through the front door at 11:47. Not midnight. Not her time. I wanted to be early. To see her arrive. To watch her before she saw me.The security guard looked up. Bored. "Visiting hours over.""I'm not visiting." I held up the white cane. "Dr. Jiang's sister. She's expecting me."He checked a list. Shook his head. "No Jiang on the register.""She comes at midnight. Every night. You know she does." I leaned in. Lowered my voice. "Memory issues. She thinks she's still a resident. We don't correct her. It's... gentler."The guard's eyes changed. Pity. Easier than suspicion."Third floor. East wing. Elevator's broken. Stairs."I thanked him. Blind walk to the stairwell. Then ran.Two flights. Three. Heart loud in the empty space.The east wing was dark. Emergency lights only. Green and sick.I followed the cold.The morg