The Complete Ring Trilogy: Ring, Spiral, Loop. Koji Suzuki

and abandon. The only time Asakawa felt his desire to live chase away his fear was when he thought of how his wife and daughter would feel after his death. Now he suddenly worried about them, and softly opened the bedroom door to check on them. Their faces in sleep were soft and unsuspecting. He had no time to shrink in terror. He decided to call Yoshino and explain the situation and ask for his help. If he put off until tomorrow what he could do today, he was bound to regret it.

3

       October 13—Saturday

      Asakawa had thought of taking the week off work, but then decided that using the company’s information system to the full would give him a better chance of clearing up the mysteries of the videotape than holing up in his apartment pointlessly cowering. As a result, he went in to work, even though it was a Saturday. “Went in to work,” but he knew full well that he wouldn’t get any actual work done. He figured the best policy would be to confess everything to his editor and ask that he be temporarily taken off his assignments. Nothing would help more than enlisting his editor’s cooperation. The problem was whether or not Oguri would believe his story. He’d probably bring up the previous incident yet again and snort. Even though he had the video as proof, if Oguri started out by denying everything, he’d have all sorts of other arguments arrayed to support his view. He’d skewer all sorts of things his way to convince himself he was right. Still … it would be interesting, Asakawa thought. He’d brought the video in his briefcase, just in case. How would Oguri react if he showed it to him? More to the point, though, would he even give it a glance? Last night he’d stayed up late explaining the whole sequence of events to Yoshino, and he’d believed. And then, as if to prove it, he’d said he absolutely didn’t want to see the video—please don’t show it to him. In exchange, he’d try to cooperate however he could. Of course, in Yoshino’s case, there was a firm foundation for that belief. When Haruko Tsuji and Takehiko Nomi’s corpses had been discovered in a car by a prefectural road in Ashina, Yoshino had rushed to the scene and felt the atmosphere there, the stifling atmosphere that had the investigators convinced that only something monstrous could have done this, but that kept them from saying so. If Yoshino hadn’t actually been there himself, he probably wouldn’t have accepted Asakawa’s story quite so easily.

      In any case, what Asakawa had on his hands was a bomb. If he flashed it in front of Oguri’s eyes threateningly, it ought to have some effect. Asakawa was tempted to use it out of curiosity, if for nothing else.

      Oguri’s customary mocking smile had been wiped from his face. Both elbows were planted on his desk, and his eyes moved restlessly as he went over Asakawa’s story once again with a fine-toothed comb.

      Four young people almost certainly watched a particular video together at Villa Log Cabin on the night of August 29th, and exactly a week later, just as the video had predicted, they died under mysterious circumstances. Subsequently, the video had caught the eye of the cabin manager, who had brought it into the office where it calmly waited until Asakawa discovered it. Asakawa had then watched the damned thing. And now he was going to die in five days? Was he supposed to believe that? And yet those four deaths were an indisputable fact. How could he explain them? What was the logical thread to connect all this?

      Asakawa’s expression, as he stood looking down at Oguri, had an air of superiority that was rare for him. He knew from experience just what Oguri was thinking right about now. Asakawa waited until he thought Oguri’s thought process would have reached a dead end, and then extracted the videotape from his briefcase. He did it with exaggerated dignity, theatrically, as if laying down a royal flush.

      “Would you like to take a look at it? You’re quite welcome to.” Asakawa indicated with his eyes the TV by the sofa under the window, flashing a composed, provocative smile. He could hear Oguri swallow loudly. Oguri didn’t even glance in the direction of the window; his eyes were fixed on the jet-black videotape that had been placed on his desk. He was honestly trying to decide what to do.

      If you want to watch it, you could just press play. It’s that easy. C’mon, you can do it. Just laugh like you always do and say how stupid it is, and shove it in the video deck. Do it, give it a shot. Oguri’s mind was trying to issue the command to his body. Stop being such an idiot and watch it. If you watch it, doesn’t it show that you don’t believe Asakawa? Which means, right, think about it now, it means if you refuse to watch it, you must believe this cock-and-bull story. So watch it already. You believe in modern science, don’t you? You’re not a kid afraid of ghosts.

      In fact, Oguri was 99% sure that he didn’t believe Asakawa. But still, way back in a corner of his mind, there was that what if. What if it were true? Maybe there were some niches in this world that modern science couldn’t reach yet. And as long as there was that risk, no matter how hard his mind worked, his body was going to refuse. So Oguri sat in his chair and didn’t move. He couldn’t move. It didn’t matter what his mind understood: his body wasn’t listening to his mind. As long as there was the possibility of danger, his body would keep loyally activating his instincts for self-preservation. Oguri raised his head and said, in a parched voice:

      “So, what is it you want from me?”

      Asakawa knew he had won. “I’d like you to relieve me of my assignments. I want to make a thorough investigation of this video. Please. I think you realize my life is on the line here.”

      Oguri shut his eyes tightly. “Are you going to get an article out of it?”

      “Well, regardless of how I may appear to you, I’m still a reporter. I’ll write down my findings so everything isn’t buried with Ryuji Takayama and myself. Of course, whether or not to print them is something I’ll leave up to you.”

      Oguri gave two decisive nods. “Well, it can’t hurt. I guess I’ll have a cub take your feature interview.”

      Asakawa bowed slightly. He went to return the video to his briefcase, but couldn’t resist the temptation to have a little more fun. He proffered the tape to Oguri once again, saying, “You believe me, don’t you?”

      Oguri gave a long sigh and shook his head. It wasn’t that he believed or disbelieved; he just felt a tinge of uneasiness. Yeah, that was it.

      “I feel the same way,” were Asakawa’s parting words. Oguri watched him walk out and told himself that if Asakawa was still alive after October 18th, then he’d watch that video with his own eyes. But even then, maybe his body wouldn’t let him. That what if didn’t feel like it was ever going to go away.

      In the reference room Asakawa stacked three thick volumes on a table. Volcanoes of Japan, Volcanic Archipelago, and Active Volcanoes of the World. Figuring that the volcano in the video was probably in Japan, he started with Volcanoes of Japan. He looked at the color photos at the beginning of the book. Mountains belching white smoke and steam rose gallantly into the sky, sides covered with brownish-black lava rock; bright red molten rock spewed into the night sky from craters whose black edges melted into the darkness; he thought of the Big Bang. He turned the pages, comparing these scenes to the one seared into his brain. Mt Aso, Mt Asama, Showa Shinzan, Sakurajima … It didn’t take as long to locate as he’d feared. After all, Mt Mihara on Izu Oshima Island, part of the same chain of volcanoes that included Mt Fuji, is one of Japan’s more famous active volcanoes.

      “Mt Mihara?” muttered Asakawa. The two-page spread for Mt Mihara had two aerial shots and one photo taken from a nearby hilltop. Asakawa recalled the image on the video and tried to imagine it from various angles, comparing it to these photos. There was a definite similarity. From a perspective at the foot of the mountain, the peak seemed gently sloped. But from the air one could see a circular rim surrounding a caldera, in the center of which was a mound which was the mouth of the volcano. The photo taken from a nearby hilltop especially resembled the scene in the video. The color and contours of the mountainside were almost the same. But he needed to confirm it, instead of just relying on his memory. Asakawa made a copy of the photos of Mt Mihara, along with two or three other candidates.

      Asakawa