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「蠟筆小新」作者臼井儀人確定不幸身亡

更新日期:2009/09/21 06:35

日本警方星期天確認，十九號在日本長野縣荒船山谷中發現的男屍，就是以漫畫「蠟筆小新」走紅的漫畫家「臼井儀人」，警方在臼井的遺物當中，並沒有發現遺書，初步判定臼井很可能是失足墜崖死亡（葉柏毅報導）

綜 合日本媒體報導，現年五十一歲的臼井儀人，一向喜歡登山，九月十一號，他和家人說，要去爬他常去的「荒船山」，當天晚上會回家，不過從那以後，臼井儀人就 音訊全無，臼井儀人的家人報警之後，警方開始進行搜尋，而九月十九號，有登山客在長野縣與群馬縣交界「荒船山」的一處崖壁下方，發現一具男屍，立即報警， 警方那時就懷疑可能是臼井儀人，經連絡臼井儀人的家屬前往指認之後，終於確認這具屍體就是臼井儀人。

據日本媒體報導，在臼井儀人的遺物中，並沒有發現遺書，而臼井的屍體被發現時，臉部受創嚴重、衣物破損脫落，鞋子也掉在附近，因此警方初步認為，臼井很可能是不小心墜谷而死，不過還需要進一步調查；但可以確認的是，目前還在日本連載的蠟筆小新漫畫，恐怕將成為絕響了。

疑似臼井遺體被發現的消息傳出後引發震撼，日本許多讀者在網上議論紛紛地指出，「不可能！是誤報吧！只是服裝像而已呀。」「蠟筆小新的故事還沒有完結篇呢！」「只哭過一次的小新，可能又要哭了」。

man yen：没有蜡笔小新看了。。。。。T.T

Condolences

A grandpa passed away,

Though they begged him to stay.

They've been dreading to-day,

A countdown since May.

*Ee Shiuen's grandpa passed away this morning.

Imagination

He was ready. The gloomy sky was nothing but scenery; it didn't hamper anything.

Gathering his gear, he walked out of the door, not sure whether life would be the same anymore.

He stopped. For one last time, he checked his gear. He examined it with scrutiny, making sure it is as prepared as himself. Satisfied with it, he stuffed it back.

The walk to school was cool and miserable. He knew the sensation; this was his everyday route. But today he felt somewhat in control. Nothing could stop him. He is in control. He is the master. He is the man.

Several students were cycling there. Some of them looked at him and sniggered. He ignored them. He knew that he could have hurt them if he wanted to, but frivolity has no place in him today. He is with a mission, a purpose. And nothing could detract it, not even these daily abuse.

His muscles tightened now. His fingers closed around his gear, as if getting some strength and power from the sensation of holding it. Upon entering the room, he looked around the place and immediately locating them.

They looked less stronger now. Of course, they still jeer and sneer at him, like always. But they looked weak, frivolous, even vulnerable. They can say anything they liked now in their numbered life.

Few words were uttered then. He was trembling with excitement and began to perspire. Still, his hand was steady when he drew his gear, and a smirk escaped his visage when he pulled the trigger.

One went down. The others looked at him, alarmed by the deafening sound. Before any of them moved, he was firing at will; his first victims was of course his daily abusers. They went down like dolls, and he was hysterical now. The screaming and his high laughter formed a symphony of a funny sort. Some tried to come at him; these he dispatched with ease, and soon most of them had fled the room.

He stood in the midst of destruction. He panted slightly from the high dosage of adrenaline he experienced during the slaughter. Pools of blood are forming now, and he looked at them without blinking. The wasted countenance of his victims lay still, some alarmed , staring without looking at him. He kicked some of those hated ones, not out of anger but for amusement.

Not everyone was dead though. A movement caught the corner of his eye. A boy was stirring and moaning at the same time. He strode over quickly. The injured looked at him with terror and plead. Blood trailed as he struggled to back towards the wall, trying to get some distance away from the devil. But the devil merely raised his hand and fired, watching as he goes down once again, joining his friends.

Footsteps were heard in a distance. He didn't have to investigate; several figures appeared at the door. He grinned at them. The teachers were shocked and covered their mouths, while the policemen pointed their guns at him and shouted. He couldn't hear their words. He was listening inwards, his gear pointing harmlessly downwards. And finally the moment came.

With deliberated slowness, he moved the gear towards his skull. No sound was audible to him, even with the officers shouting and the sirens on full swing. Before completing his final mission, he winked at the vicinity and pulled a wry face.

Everything else went black, and nothing matters anymore.