Kojo Suzuki - Spiral

Yoshino was unable to determine what became of Sadako after she left the theater troupe, so he faxed the photos and the other information he’d gathered to Asakawa at the Daily News’s Izu Oshima bureau.

When he read the fax and found out that Sadako’s trail had gone cold, Asakawa was devastated. If they couldn’t find her, how could they hope to figure out the charm?

Once again it was Ryuji who had a flash of inspiration. He realized that it might not be necessary to follow Sadako’s every move. Instead, maybe they should turn their attention to the scene-Villa Log Cabin No. B-4-and try to figure out why the images had shown up there. She had to have some sort of connection with the place.

They realized that all of the buildings at South Hakone Pacific Land were new. It wasn’t impossible that something else had once stood there. Asakawa contacted Yoshino in Tokyo and asked him to try a new line of investigation: find out what had occupied that ground before the resort.

Yoshino faxed him the next morning. It turned out that there had once been a tuberculosis sanatorium on the site. He even managed to send them a plan of the facility’s layout. He also attached a file with the name, address, and resume of one Jotaro Nagao, age 57, a GP and pediatrician with a practice in Atami. For a period of five years, from 1962 to 1967, he had worked at the South Hakone Sanatorium. The suggestion seemed to be that any further information about the sanatorium would best be gleaned from Nagao.

So, armed only with what they’d learned from Yoshino, Asakawa and Ryuji took a high-speed ferry for Atami. It was one week to the day since Asakawa had watched the video. If they didn’t figure out the “charm” by ten that evening, Asakawa would die. Ryuji’s deadline was ten o’clock the next night. And Asakawa’s wife and daughter’s time would be up at eleven on the morning after.

The two men climbed back into their rented car and headed off to find Dr Nagao’s office. Their hopes to gain even a tidbit of information from him were granted, in spades. When they finally came face to face with the doctor, both Asakawa and Ryuji recognized him. Near the end of the tape there was a part in which a man was seen from the waist up, panting and sweating, blood streaming from a gouge in his shoulder. Although he’d aged and lost some hair, Nagao was unmistakably that man. Sadako had seen his face up close. Not only that, in her “eyes” he was something wicked.

With typical brashness, Ryuji pressured Nagao until he confessed everything. He told them all about that hot summer afternoon twenty-five years ago…

Nagao had contracted smallpox from a patient while on a call to the sanatorium’s isolation ward in the mountains, and that afternoon, the early symptoms of the illness were starting to show. But in spite of his headache and fever, he didn’t recognize at first that he had smallpox, and went on treating tuberculosis patients as usual. He thought it was simply a cold. Then he met Sadako Yamamura in the courtyard. She often came to the sanatorium to visit her father, who was a patient there. Having just left the theater troupe, Sadako had nowhere else to go, and she was often up to see her father.

One glance at Sadako and Nagao was overwhelmed by her beauty. He approached her and they began to talk, and then, as if guided by something beyond himself, he took her to an abandoned house deep in the woods. There, in front of an old well, he raped her. It was then that Sadako, in her desperate attempts to resist him, bit his shoulder. Between the bleeding and his feverish delirium, it took him some time to notice Sadako’s uniqueness. She had testicular feminization syndrome, an extremely rare condition in which one had both male and female genitalia. A person with this syndrome usually has breasts and a vagina but lacks a uterus and fallopian tubes. Externally, the person would appear quite female, but chromosomally would be XY-a male-and unable to bear children.

Nagao strangled Sadako and threw her body in the well. He then threw rocks into the well after her.

After hearing out Nagao’s confession, Asakawa showed him the plan of the resort and asked the doctor to show him on the map the location of the well. Nagao was able to indicate the general area-namely, where Villa Log Cabin was located now. Asakawa and Ryuji immediately sped off to Pacific Land.

Once there, they began to search for the well in the vicinity of the cabins. They found it beneath cabin B-4. The cabin stood on a gentle slope, and when they investigated the space beneath the porch they saw the rim of an old well, covered with a concrete lid. If Sadako’s hatred had radiated straight up out of the well, it would have run smack into the TV and VCR in the cabin above. The videotape was in the perfect position to pick up her psychic projections.

Asakawa and Ryuji broke a few boards, crawled under the cabin, pried the lid off the well, and set about the task of finding Sadako’s remains. That’s what both Asakawa and Ryuji now interpreted the missing “charm” to be: Sadako wanted whoever watched the videotape to release her from that cramped, dark space. The two men took turns descending into the well and scooping water out of the bottom of it with buckets. And when they finally, thankfully, fished from the mud a skull that they took to be Sadako’s, it was already after ten o’clock. Asakawa’s deadline had come and gone, and he wasn’t dead. They were satisfied that they’d figured out the secret of the videotape.

After that, Asakawa took Sadako’s remains back to Izu Oshima, while Ryuji returned to his apartment in Tokyo to work on an article. The case had been put to rest. The bones of Sadako Yamamura, possessor of fearsome psychic powers, had been rescued from the depths of the earth. She had been appeased. Neither Asakawa nor Ryuji had any doubt about that.

Having read that far, Ando now stood up, still holding the report, and opened the window. Imagining climbing down a rope into a well had given him the feeling that he was suffocating. It was a doubly restricted space; under the cabin it would be dark even in the daytime, and then there was the well, not even a yard across. It gave him a flash of claustrophobia; he had to breathe outside air. Directly beneath his window he could see the dark woods of Meiji Shrine swaying in the breeze. The pages in his hand fluttered too, stirred by the same current of air. The last page of the manuscript was in the printer now. One more page and Asakawa’s account would be finished. Ando heard the sound of the printer finishing its task. He glanced back at the word processor only to find a mostly blank piece of paper staring back at him.

He picked up the final page. It said:

Sunday, October 21

The nature of a virus is to reproduce itself.

The charm: make a copy of the video.

And that was all. But it had to be of the utmost importance.

October 21 st was the day of Asakawa’s accident. The previous morning, Ando had dissected Ryuji’s body and met Mai at the medical examiner’s office. Although the manuscript ended abruptly, Ando could more or less fill in the rest himself.

On October 19th, Sadako Yamamura’s remains had been delivered into the custody of her relatives back home. But that hadn’t been the end of things after all. Even as Asakawa sat in a hotel on Oshima composing his detailed report, Ryuji was dying in his apartment in East Nakano. Upon returning to Tokyo and learning of Ryuji’s death, Asakawa had rushed to Ryuji’s apartment. There he’d encountered Mai Takano and peppered her with what seemed to her strangely inappropriate questions.

Ryuji really didn’t tell you anything at the end? Nothing, say, about a videotape?

It was easy to see why Asakawa had been in a panic. He’d been convinced that he’d escaped death by figuring out the riddle of the videotape, and now he’d found out he was wrong. The curse still lived. And Asakawa was left without a clue. Why was Ryuji dead and Asakawa alive? Not only that, Asakawa’s wife and child had a deadline of their own coming, at eleven the next morning. So Asakawa had to figure out the charm all over again, alone this time and with only a few hours to do it in. Logically, he realized that whatever it was the videotape had wanted him to do, he must have done it at some point in the past week without realizing it. Something that he could be sure Ryuji hadn’t done. What could it be? Perhaps he spent the whole night wondering. And then finally, on the morning of the twenty-first, he’d had a spark of intuition, maybe, and hit upon what he was sure was the solution. He’d made a quick note of it on his word processor.