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    Mathematical Goodbye: Chapters 1-3
    Mathematical Goodbye: Chapters 1-3
    Mathematical Goodbye: Chapters 1-3
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    Mathematical Goodbye: Chapters 1-3

    By MORI Hiroshi

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    Associate Professor Sohei Saikawa of N University and his student Moe Nishinosono, a sophomore, were invited to a Christmas party at the "Three Stars Mansion," the residence of Dr. Shozo Tennoji, a renowned genius mathematician.

    The Three Stars Mansion is a building composed of three domes, converted from an old observatory. The central dome houses a planetarium, and in the garden stands a giant Orion statue. On the night of the party, Dr. Tennoji performed an elaborate magic trick, making the Orion statue disappear right before the eyes of the attendees. However ...

    "Someone will die again the next time the Orion statue disappears."

    As foretold in the eerie letter that was sent to one of those involved, the bodies of two people are found under mysterious circumstances. Is this a series of magical murders occurring in the huge locked-room-like conditions of the Three Stars Mansion?

    This is the first volume of "Mathematical Goodbye," the third novel in the "S & M (Saikawa & Moe)" series, which depicts the master-disciple detective duo most favored by readers in the history of Japanese mysteries!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateJun 27, 2024
    ISBN9781304246950
    Mathematical Goodbye: Chapters 1-3

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      Mathematical Goodbye - MORI Hiroshi

      Mathematical Goodbye

      I wanted certainty in the kind of way in which people want religious faith. I thought that certainty is more likely to be found in mathematics than elsewhere. But I discovered that many mathematical demonstrations, which my teachers expected me to accept, were full of fallacies, and that, if certainty were indeed discoverable in mathematics, it would be in a new kind of mathematics, with more solid foundations than those that had hitherto been thought secure. But as the work proceeded, I was continually reminded of the fable about the elephant and the tortoise. Having constructed an elephant upon which the mathematical world could rest, I found the elephant tottering, and proceeded to construct a tortoise to keep the elephant from falling. But the tortoise was no more secure than the elephant, and after some twenty years of very arduous toil, I came to the conclusion that there was nothing more that I could do in the way of making mathematical knowledge indubitable.

      This excerpt is from Portraits from Memory (written by Bertrand Russell)

      Ground Plan

      ダイアグラム 自動的に生成された説明

      List of Characters

      Shozo Tennoji: a genius mathematician

      Sotaro Tennoji: Shozo’s eldest son, a popular novelist

      Ritsuko Tennoji: Sotaro’s wife, an actress

      Shunichi Tennoji: Sotaro’s eldest som, an actor

      Kisei Katayama: an architect

      Ryoko Katayama: Shozo’z eldest daughter, Kisei’s wife, a sculptor

      Shiho Katayama: Ryoko’s eldest daughter, a designer

      Kazuki Katayama: Ryoko’s eldest son, a sophomore at N University

      Shigeharu Yukawa: Ryoko’s lover, an architect

      Akira Suzuki: a servant of the Tennoji family

      Kimie Suzuki: Akira’s wife, a housekeeper

      Noboru Suzuki: Kimie’s eldest son

      Moe Nishinosono: a sophomore at N University

      Sohei Saikawa: an associate professor in the Department of Architecture, N University

      Chapter 1: The Mystery of the Three Stars Mansion

      (I ask if these observations are observed from valid viewpoints and continuous in existence?)

      -1-

      Surrounded by neatly trimmed forest forming a precise rectangle, the expanse of concrete was now soaked in rain. It was an unusually ambiguous night for the season. The opaque air, reminiscent of a blurred memory, was like cream blending into the pitch-black darkness.

      The girl felt the coldness of the hand holding the umbrella.

      Everything damp is somewhat unpleasant, she thought. From the straps to the staircase railings, and the grip of an umbrella of unknown ownership.

      Grandfather has not come outside. Even without turning around, she knew that. Grandfather detested this ominous chill. Surely, he must be watching our backs through the cloudy glass of the door.

      A light rain blurred the visibility. Her breath appeared white, as if she were smoking a cigarette.

      It’s true! Just like Grandpa said! Her younger brother exclaimed as he started running.

      His words took her breath away. No, she wanted to scream it herself.

      She stopped in her tracks and squinted.

      Gone! She exclaimed, turning to her mother. Why ...? Really, it’s gone!

      Her mother’s expression remained unchanged.

      Cold rain. Quiet night. Straight fence. Level concrete.

      Still, tonight is Christmas Eve.

      Is this the special gift prepared by Grandfather?

      The rain fell slowly around the girl, as if being absorbed into the concrete.

      She turned forward again and walked straight to where it should have been.

      The rain had started just a moment ago. She felt reluctant to be holding the umbrella.

      Until evening, the three of them had been playing here together. She, her younger brother, and her cousin had been playing soccer.

      Between the legs of the giant Orion statue was their soccer goal.

      That Orion statue is nowhere now.

      Hey, where did that go? Did Grandpa hide it? Hey, where did he hide it? Her younger brother was asking their mother.

      Their mother didn’t answer.

      The girl didn’t know the answer either.

      Where could such a giant bronze statue have disappeared?

      When she looked down, all she saw was wet, darkened concrete spread out beneath her. She also checked to ensure her newly bought enamel shoes weren’t dirty.

      The girl glanced sideways at her aunt, who opened her eyes wide and gaped like a fool, as she had always done in a drama.

      The adults were surprised, too.

      But the girl tried to think. This is a magic trick.

      What kind of trick did he use ...?!

      There were several other adults present, but each of them was speechless.

      Her grandfather’s garden was entirely paved with concrete. The bronze statue that had been standing in the middle had vanished.

      There was nothing like trees, plants, slopes, or undulations in the garden.

      There was nowhere to hide that giant bronze statue.

      How could he ...?

      So, it was a statue of a great Greek hero several times larger than her. It was crafted by her mother.

      Even Mother is being astonished.

      The girl felt a bit chilly, and her nose seemed about to run. She glanced back toward the mansion. Her grandfather’s figure was visible through the entrance door. Grandfather must be pleased with the success of his magic trick.

      Good grief! What can I say...? It’s just like your father, her aunt whispered to the girl with a twisted expression. Since he didn’t like it, he destroyed it.

      The girl disliked her aunt. She was hysterical and always drunk.

      But that was here just a moment ago. He shouldn’t be able to destroy it so easily, her cousin said. Unlike his mother, he was sober, so his words were coherent.

      Hey, Sis, is it coming back? Without it, we can’t play soccer, her younger brother said, holding her hand with his warm one.

      -2-

      Sohei Saikawa watched the sinister-looking Santa Clauses.

      The Santa Clauses were a young duo distributing pocket tissues. Saikawa received two and put them in his coat pocket without checking what advertisement was on them. Perhaps it is something like consumer finance or adult dating services. Even though they are dressed as Santa Clauses, they are unlikely to be volunteers.

      He had promised to meet Moe Nishinosono at the Nana-chan doll in front of Nagono Station.

      Nana-chan was a mannequin doll about five to six meters tall. She was usually nude, but now she was wore a red Santa Claus coat and stood amidst the crowd. The people around here were not necessarily Nana-chan fans. She was famous in Nagono as a landmark for meeting places.

      In recent years, Saikawa hadn’t felt much about Christmas. It was more like the impression that December 25th was significant because when he added up the numbers 1, 2, 2, and 5, he got exactly 10. He might have felt something a bit better when he was a child, but it was trivial, like getting leftover cake because the house next door was a bakery. He felt like he had watched a Disney movie where a reindeer’s nose glowed red. Back then, he wondered if it was something like an electric eel.

      Moe Nishinosono appeared there.

      I’m sorry, Sensei. Have you been waiting? Moe said, shaking her short hair and looking around. It’s quite a crowd here, isn’t it?

      No, it’s still earlier than the appointed time, Saikawa said, checking his watch. Just over a minute left, though.

      Moe blushed slightly and smiled. It seemed like she had run to get there.

      We still have thirty minutes until the train comes. Grab some coffee? Saikawa said as he began to walk.

      Yes.

      Saikawa and Moe descended into the underground mall, which was flooded with people. There wasn’t a single café where they could find a seat. They peeked into two or three cafés, but customers were waiting at the entrance of each one.

      Sensei, we should give up, Moe said from behind. We can have coffee on the train.

      Saikawa nodded and changed their course. The two went up the stairs, passed through the department store’s grocery section, and took the escalator. Moe followed behind Saikawa.

      Hey, Nishinosono-kun ... do you know Chika-chan the mole? Saikawa asked, turning around on the escalator.

      No, Moe shook her head, laughing. Chika-chan the mole? Is that your friend, Sensei?

      Saikawa grinned mischievously.

      No, I’m not friends with Chika-chan. I might know Akabee-san from Akafuku Mochi (a famous Japanese traditional confectionery manufacturer), though ...

      Akabee-san? Moe frowned. Who’s that?

      "At the underground Kintetsu Railway platform, they purchased reserved seat tickets to Tsu Station. The limited express train had all seats reserved. A stylish, sleek design train in yellow and white was already waiting at the platform for its departure time.

      Saikawa bought cigarettes at a shop right by the ticket gate. After receiving change and searching for Moe, he found her waiting about five meters ahead.

      At that moment, Saikawa noticed Moe’s outfit for the first time. Her brick-red overcoat had yellow, navy, and white oriental patterns, making it quite flashy, to be honest. However, her attire was never dull. What surprised Saikawa wasn’t that. The overcoat was short, and he noticed she was wearing gray boots.

      What’s wrong? Moe asked, looking at Saikawa’s expression. Saikawa had a poker face, but somehow, it often didn’t

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