【Luanji】Dreamback

Seems like a long time ago.

It seemed to be a rainy day that day, although I am not sure, but my memory seems to be covered with a layer of haze. Looking at the weather forecast, it is said that there are air masses passing over Japan. The whole Japan is shrouded in drizzle, which makes him moldy. a feeling of.

But humans don't get moldy, right? It's not dead spots.

He was lying on the window, the outside of the window hadn't been wiped for a long time, water stains or stains caused by something else covered the glass surface with an irregular layer, making the sight line slightly twisted.

I once thought about whether their TDD base should be changed to a cleaner and more urban-functional place. This two-story low-rise building without an elevator does not seem to be the base of the legendary team at all—even if this proposal was made, the four people , Including the person who asked the question did not intend to change places to stay. This simple house is the "home" they have lived in for a period of time, and it is not just a change.

Seeing the edge of the wall seeping water due to continuous rain, and slowly flowing down the wall, Yicun Luanshu subconsciously went to the corner to pull the sofa away from the wall, so as not to get wet later, the sofa It's not human, it's not good if it's really moldy.

But this place has not been around for long, Ichiro and Zuomake are arguing more and more serious, Ji Lei can't stop the two of them and even become wary of him... Tsk, the sharpness of the former killer is also a difficult point, Although this is also the reason why he fell in love with Jinguji Ji Lei in the first place.

He caught sight of something downstairs, because the rain blurred his vision and looked like a blurred patch of color, Luanshu left the window out of curiosity, and jumped downstairs with unrelenting steps, the first floor was empty and no one was waiting He was a little unaccustomed to being quiet.

Not surprisingly, in order to avoid bumping into each other, the number of times the two children came to the stronghold was greatly reduced.

He put on his black peaked cap and ran outside, the sound of rain breaking the dead silence with the opening of the door.The rain was stronger than he expected, and he was already wet a few steps after he walked out of the eaves. The white cloth was dyed a dark gray color. If it wasn't for the thick cloth, it might show through the skin underneath like a shirt.

Hearing something, it was particularly abrupt in the sound of rain, like the faint wailing of a small animal, looking around at random, looking around the side area of ​​the house, and finally found the little fur ball huddled inside in a piece of grass.

I saw him squatting on the road, did he hide in because of the heavy rain? I don’t know, he squatted in front of the grass taken care of by Jinguji Ji Lei and looked at the ball of fur: orange, it should have been It's fluffy hair because the rain is all attached to the body, maybe I haven't eaten for several days, and I can see the lines of the bones underneath.

It let out a weak scream again, its eyes widened but it didn't run away, it seemed that it didn't even have the strength to escape.Luan Shu stretched out his hand to pick up the ball of fur, and it didn't make any resistance except for its wailing, the young man flipped the cat a little, and saw that one of its front legs was broken, the orange hair was stained with sewage, and the white The hoodie had a brown stain that seemed hard to wash off.

"It's so pitiful." The small body trembled in his arms, is it sick?Still too hungry?The cat stared straight at him, waved its paw, and then stopped showing any signs of protest.

And it's still a child.

He took off his hat, put the fur ball in, and walked back with his arms in his arms. Before he could enter the door, he saw another person returning to the stronghold in the rain. He couldn't help thinking about a two-meter black mushroom.

The man realized that he was still standing at the entrance of the stronghold and stopped, his thin lips pursed white, looking at the rain-soaked boy and the trembling hairball in his arms, and finally moved forward with the black umbrella in his hand Afterwards, the rain no longer hits the top of the head, and is separated into two worlds, inside the umbrella and outside the umbrella.

"You're back." The pink-haired boy freed one hand to remove the wet and sticky hair on his cheeks, then lowered his head to tease the kitten in the hat, without distracting his eyes from the man in front of him.

"Where did you pick it up?" Their relationship is now unspeakably awkward, even knowing that Jinguji Jirei is suspicious of him, that person still shows a look of indifference.Being exposed to the rain all the time will only have a bad effect on the body, out of goodwill Jirei still reached out and took that person under his umbrella.

"Grass." The reason why the other party handed over the umbrella was beyond the scope of Yicun Luanshu's thinking. It took only a second or two for him to go into the house when he turned around.

Anyway, I don't have any need to communicate with this person, if he wants to talk to me, the pink-haired boy will just cover his ears and run away, to the side of Yamada Ichiro or Biguan Zomake , he bet that this man didn't have the guts to let those two children know so many things.

How long can this balance last?

Don't know, can't know, don't want to know.

Amemura Random Numbers doesn't want to waste energy thinking about such unhelpful things.

So Jinguji Jirei didn't want to listen to him if he wanted to say anything more. In this case, you shouldn't have so much curiosity in the first place, but curiosity will kill the cat.

"You? Do you want to raise it?"

Jinguji Jirei frowned, he couldn't even keep the two children from noticing the abnormality between them, but the other party seemed to be fine and could still play with small animals.

Besides, it's unreasonable to let this kind of person take care of it, but Jinguji Jirei thinks it's not appropriate.

"Yes, I won't bother you." He finally gave Jinguji Jirei a look. Seeing that the other party's shoulders were still wet even though he was holding an umbrella, he turned and went into the house. Seeing the other party's movements, the man also silently closed the umbrella , hung the black umbrella dripping with water on the porch and followed the boy in, and the door closed with a click.

"??Can you?"

"That sounds so hurtful, Jirei, are you worried?"

He glanced at the man, then opened his round eyes and handed out the hat in his hand. The little orange hairball noticed the young man's movement and turned his head accordingly, staring at Jinguji Jirei with the same wet brown eyes, sending out a weak moan. Meow.

"Otherwise Ji Lei will take care of it!"

"?? I may not be so convenient." This is the truth, he still has work to do in the hospital, even if the category is different, it is not suitable to wear cat fur to work, if there is a patient who is allergic to cat fur, it is not good , and he doesn't spend much time at home, what pets need is the company of the owner's time.

"Lanshu-kun?? I believe that Luanshu-kun should be able to take care of him well." It's a bit duplicity, but a freelance designer like Yicun Luanshu should be able to spare a lot of time to accompany small animals. He may be a bit bad at getting along with people. And animals also hope that this kind of hair ball can make this person change a little?? It is also a kind of therapy, which has the value of "trying".

Besides, there was a part of him in his heart that was curious about how Random Number would treat this kitty, maybe it had a different appearance.

"Hey, but I just saw Ji Lei not very happy." Having said that, Aimura Luanshu took back his hat and rubbed his cheek against the orange fur ball.He glanced at Miyaji Jirei's expression, the corners of his mouth twitched inevitably, and finally turned into a smile, and walked towards the bathroom with the cat in his arms.

Ji Lei's expression turned embarrassing for a moment after being clearly pointed out, he opened his mouth subconsciously to refute something, and swallowed it back after seeing Yecun's random movements, watching him talking to the cat over and over again and disappearing in the back Turning the corner, there was the sound of splashing water, and finally, because the bathroom door was closed, nothing could be heard.

Humans are different from animals.

With such an attitude, Jinguji Jirei deeply regretted it.

The meowing lasted only a few seconds before it completely fell silent. Jinguji Jirei only had time to run upstairs. Even though the ex-assassin's skill allowed him to go much faster than ordinary people, he still couldn't stop the killer before he opened the door. It was terrible.

Yicun Luanshu turned his head and looked at him who was out of breath holding on to the door frame, his expressionless face slowly evoked a smile, and the smile oozes unacceptable joy.

The boy's hands, which are smaller than those of his peers, are now strangled around his slender neck. It seems that the voice just now came from that strangely angled neck.

The brown eyeballs were originally like amber, but now they are as dim as broken glass beads, somewhat similar to the gaze that the man cast towards him, except that there is no unpleasant mockery mixed in.

"Oh, it's Ji Lei." The man blinked at himself, staring straight at the glass bead, let go of his immobile body and let it fall to the ground, rolled a couple of times, and finally fell silent .

"?? Why do you want to do this?"

"Because it's fun."

Contrary to his difficult speech, the boy answered briskly and cheerfully, the corners of his eyes became arcs of the crescent moon, if not for the dead cat lying at his feet, he would be like a child who is happy because he answered correctly.

"It's interesting to see Jirei's expression like this—" He jumped over the corpse and stood in front of him, looking up at his expression, Jinguji Jirei subconsciously looked away, in exchange for him meowing like laughter.The young man put his index finger upright in front of his lips, and his soft voice seemed to be directly next to his ear and penetrated into his ear like a snake: "——and it was Ji Lei who acquiesced to me doing this!"

"??What?"

"This is not such a ridiculous word of trust. Ji Lei doesn't believe me at all now."

"Then why did you give the kitten to me?"

"Obviously knowing that I might be detrimental to the kitten, but I still choose to do that."

"Let me tell you why! Because Jirei is curious about what will happen, Jirei is curious about my interactions with other creatures."

He seemed satisfied with the gloomy expression on the man's face. He took a step forward to close the distance between the two, and he could spit on the other's neck with every breath.

"Your disgusting interest became my motivation. If I were the mastermind Jirei, I would be an accomplice! Let's put it this way, Jirei killed the kitten—"

The sky blue glass beads without light made people tremble, and every word of vicious words was deeply etched in his mind.

"Your curiosity killed the cat."

Jinguji Jirei went out.

Random numbers are people who are light sleepers, and are easily awakened by small movements. Fortunately, the sleeping position of the bedmate is good and stable, and it is rare to wake up halfway through sleep due to movements.

He noticed it when the other party sat up from the bed. Even though he had just woken up, his head turned on faster than usual. Closing his eyes made his hearing more sensitive, and even the sound of the cloth rubbing his clothes into his ear.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Luan Shu slightly opened his eyelids, his blurred vision could catch a glimpse of the dark figure just closing the door and leaving, he turned his head to look at the cuckoo clock on the wall, the man got up much earlier than usual , dressed like this? Are you going to an important occasion?

He lay down for more than ten minutes, and did not open his eyes until there were no more noises outside (including the click of the door opening and closing), and turned over and jumped out of bed.Opening the closet, he found a shirt that had been ironed by the other party while he was sleeping and put it on. Randomly, he glanced at Miyaji Jirei's closet. There was a gap on the left half, and the suit from last time was missing.

When changing clothes, the temperature of the skin in contact with the air made him more awake. After changing the clothes, the boy bent down and dragged out a plastic bag from under the bed. After opening it, there were tools he slowly collected, screwdrivers, wrenches... This month, he took advantage of Jinguji Jirei's inattention to touch these things, just to find the most suitable time to break into his study.

After the day he came back from Shibuya, he went out less often, and almost cut off communication with the outside world, just to collect more information on the timing of Jinguji Jirei's departure, and he had a hunch that he had obtained most of his memories. There is no need to go out to search for the rest, the last clue lies in this house and Jinguji Jirei.

Ji Lei is very cautious, it is difficult to get any information when he is alone with him, as long as he is not staying in the study, that person will definitely remember to lock the door behind him.

This kind of caution reveals the strangeness of that place. It is impossible for Ji Lei not to know that this makes the abnormality more clear, but it is also impossible for him to open the door directly and let himself have a chance to find out what he does not want to know.

On balance, he can only lock the door and hide the key, maybe it will be on him?But it's not a place he can easily find.

Yicun Luanshu was not in a hurry to pry open the door of the study, he walked slowly to the bathroom, the entire mirror made the bathroom look like two, because of the height he could only see his upper body, the boy with long hair blinked Blinking, he reached out and looked through the drawer to find a pair of scissors.

He grabbed his long hair and adjusted the angle. The blade touched the pink part and cut it in two without any hesitation. The length that was already over the shoulders only reached a little below the ears in the blink of an eye. It always seemed strange that something was missing behind him. Touching the back of the neck that was no longer stuffed, he grabbed another one and slowly trimmed it to the same length.

The pink-purple hair fell to the ground in piles, and some covered his bare feet, making it itchy. He kicked his feet randomly to make the hair fall, and then leaned close to the mirror to see his new hairstyle.

No—it should be called an old hairstyle.

Only the short hair below the ears will not make it easy to misidentify the gender, and only the two long sideburns in front of the body are dyed light purple at the end. He can be recognized at a glance in any area. He is the DivisionRapBattle and FlingPosse at that time. Captain Amemura counts randomly.

There is a feeling of going back to the past.

After leaving the bathroom, he took the bag of tools and ran to the front of the study. He held the doorknob and turned it. Sure enough, the other party locked the door, but this kind of lock... He found two small black clips, inserted them into the keyhole and turned them left and right. Move, follow the lines inside to find a suitable point, and then with a "click", the boy knows that he has succeeded.

But the moment the door was pushed, happiness turned into dissatisfaction. Although the door could be pushed open slightly, it seemed to be stuck by something—not surprising, but it was really so preventable that it made Yicun Luanshu feel unhappy. He lowered his body and tried to see what was in the crack of the door, but as expected, he found that there was still a small lock stuck on the side of the door, preventing him from opening the door smoothly.

If he hadn't predicted this kind of thing, he wouldn't have called Yicun random numbers. The small lock couldn't stop the young man from picking up tools to destroy it, and he was pronounced dead half a minute later, leaving only one end hanging loosely on the wall.

After venting, Amemura pushed open the door of the study in one breath.

The last time I came in to find a mobile phone, I didn’t actually look at this space too carefully? At first, he didn’t notice how strange Jinguji Jilei’s behavior of installing charging cables in the drawer seemed. Memory made his sharpness drop a lot, which is not a good thing.

Almost all the walls here were replaced by bookshelves full of books, making Luanshu ponder for a moment whether the books would collapse if the earthquake shakes harder, within three seconds he quickly slapped this useless thought away, and then slowly inspected Starting with each of the above books, that being said, he didn't have the time to open and check each of them, he could only try to find out the weirdness from the backs of those books that could be identified and those that couldn't.

【Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder】

【General Theory of Psychotherapy】

【Clinical psychology】

【About the children of the stars - autistic patients】

It is a very normal series of psychological books. After opening the random number for ten seconds, the original book with a certain thickness is fortunately stuffed back into the bookcase. Depression, autism, and bipolar disorder have selective amnesia?? He put that After reading this book, I felt that this was not what I needed after reading a few pages.

More than half of his memory has come back, and now the most important thing is to find out the reason why Jinguji Jirei doesn't want him to enter the study.

Fortunately, that guy has the habit of categorizing and arranging things, so that Yicun Luanshu can quickly filter which books on the bookshelf don't even waste time flipping through them, like a whole row of unopened original novels at the bottom. The Nature Boy didn't even have the desire to glance at it.

After roughly scanning the bookshelves on the right side of the door, they were not boring things that could help. He clicked his tongue and switched to look at the bookshelves behind the desk on the left side.

With Ji Lei's random numbers on the desk, it doesn't take much effort to hook to the top book. The dust that came out when he took it out made him bend down and cough a few times. He looked down at the cover. It was an Arabic dictionary. Still making a lot of noise on the desk with curled lips.

Temporarily giving up the struggle with the dictionary area and the dust, Yicun Luanshu squatted down to look at the bookcases on the bottom floor. Unexpectedly, the one next to the desk was not filled with difficult original texts or professional subjects, but neatly arranged books. album.

According to the chronological order, the boy took out the leftmost one, which was not too light, and one-third of the book was empty black photo album paper.The cover is light pink, which doesn't match that person's taste. There is also a golden lacquer word "Life" on it. From the first page, he knows that this is the life he has lived with Jinguji Jirei this year. For the record, the first group photo was even still in the hospital, where he, wearing a hospital gown, forced the man to the window to take a photo with Fan Yin outside.

In the future, he can finally be discharged from the hospital, and move to a house in the suburbs with Jinguji Jirei—yes, Jirei even prepared the place where he will live when he wakes up, why?Fingers caressed the plastic sleeve, and the reflection rose and fell with the pushed transparent bag, covering the expression of myself squatting at the door of the house and comparing love.

If everything came from illusory love, he would really laugh out loud.

He turned a few more pages, and then turned to a page that seemed to be drunk, flushed and bulging and staring at the camera, closing the book silently and stuffing it back to its original place.

A few more albums are dedicated to Ma Tianlang, even though there are still two or three photos of Yuichiro and Zuo Make in the middle, but almost every page is a combination of gray, yellow and red.

There are a few pages about the situation of DivisionRapBattle at that time, probably collected photos because the tall three people in the picture are almost not facing the camera, and it is inevitable that I, as the opponent, is also in the picture, and colorful candies are floating in the picture. In mid-air is his own attack.

What does the audience down there call themselves?? Is it important?

Although the smiles of Ma Tianlang and the three were gentle, they were inexplicably dazzling in the eyes of the young man. When he came back to his senses, he was already holding the utility knife in the drawer and was about to scratch it. His pale lips opened and closed a few times before he realized what he was doing. What, silently return the album and the knife to their original places.

The covers of the first few books are pure black and white, with a pair of white feathers waving wantonly on the pitch-black cover, seeing the pair of wings Yicun Random Number instantly knows what these books represent, and the fingertips resting on the pages tremble slightly , It seems to come from the reality that I least want to recall in my memory.

He breathed a sigh of relief, not letting his emotions be dragged up and down, before he turned the page that was hairy because of the age. On the first page, he didn't see Saomaki and Ichiro, and the background was a foreign country that he hadn't been to for a long time. Mark of.

It was when Jirei became his apprentice, when both cogs were fitted so that the plan could finally start turning.

He insisted on borrowing a white coat from that person to run around in the field hospital. The size was so bad that it looked like a long robe dragged on the ground to pick it up and was stained with dust. The person followed him helplessly so as not to accidentally trip over some equipment.

He followed Jinguji Jirei and wandered among the hospital beds, cheering and encouraging the victims who were affected by the war—how sincere were his cheers and encouragement at that time?Seeing the other party's thankful smile, there was an inexplicable emptiness in my heart, as if something was missing from my birth, and the emptiness that could not be robbed could not be filled.

The second time Jinguji Jirei invited him, he yelled that he had something to do and ran away.

The first half here are memories recorded with digital cameras in the field hospital. There is nothing to do in that small place when there is a medical treatment, so there are so many redundant photos when there is too much time.

At this time, there are too many people left, they should not be, and they are incompetent.

In the second half of the book, black hair and white hair gradually appeared. The facial lines of the two of them were sharp from the beginning, but gradually became softer because of the house-playing game. A picture of Zuo Ma smoking on the balcony seems to be He took it himself, and Ichiro's reflection still appeared on the glass door, staring straight at the white-haired man's back.

It was changed to a photo of them practicing rap together. Bi Coffin Zuo Make grabbed the white hair with one hand to make the original hairstyle more chic and heroic (referred to as more messy), and with the other hand Staring at the sheet music that has been filled in with handwriting, as if to stare at a hole in the paper;

Behind him, Jinguji Jirei tapped the table with his fingertips, earnestly beating the beat.

The person in charge of the mirror is Ichiro Yamada.

Turning the two sides again, the picture changed again, surrounded by a dark and bright stage, and the percussion sticks flickering one after another became a sea of ​​light, and there were two teams standing in the center, and one of them had completely fallen to the ground. .

Black, white, pink, gray.

That is the color that makes up the legend in memory.

The boy stared at himself in the photo, and finally closed the book carefully and stuffed it into the space of the cabinet on the far right. There were several books of the same style, but he had no desire to read them or the motivation to pick them up—even if he recalled that It is also the past that has passed away, and it is a fool's thing to hesitate about things that cannot be changed.

He jumped off the table and made a loud noise, then swept across the bookcase on the right side of the table.

【Basic code A】

【Programming language】

【Programming】

【Subprogram】

"?? Subroutine?" He squinted his eyes to read the words above, rubbed his eyes to make sure he read it correctly, and his tone revealed obvious confusion. Jinguji Jirei was a psychiatrist, and in the past, he was a killer.

There is no way to associate that person with electronic technology, precision instruments, etc.? Well, the things used for surgery should be a little bit involved, but a doctor shouldn’t even need to care about a short code Bar?

There is a sense of suddenness but I don't know where it comes from. What Jinguji Jirei is interested in, to be honest, I can't fully grasp it. Maybe before the year when he was in a coma, this old man realized that the spirit of living to learn and learning again What's more interesting.

Looking at the densely packed letters and numbers on the notebook, Yicun's random numbers felt a certain sense of repulsion, probably because he had been poisoned by this thing in his memory? Was it a learning obstacle?

It was as if he saw the words "failed product" in his own house at that time.

【H3 February medical records】

【H3 medical records in March】

??

【Rmd2】

Originally, the medical records should not have aroused his curiosity, after all, he did not have the habit of rummaging through other people's personal information - Gentaro and Ditong are not counted, knowing the team members is an important part of teamwork - besides, he has no problem with those I have no interest in professional vocabulary in psychology.

If he hadn't spotted two file folders of a different color from the other medical records at the far end of the row of medical records, he wouldn't have aroused his curiosity to take them down.

The two file folders have the same peach-colored cover, and the notes on the side are written Rmd1 and Rmd2, and the side marked 1 has enough weight, and you can see the protruding paper clipped inside from the edge of the page, with a corner slightly exposed Signed with "Ray".

Guessing with my knees, I knew that when I pulled out that piece of paper, the beautiful font on it must read "Jingu Lei of Jinguji Temple".

The second book is much thinner, and the margins are probably only used in the first half.

Rmd.

Ramuda.

Ahhh, if that's the case, it's really—interesting, isn't it?Ji Lei.

As if some twisted arc was involved, Luanshu touched the corner of his mouth subconsciously, as if he was smiling upwards, just as he predicted, all the hidden truths of Jinguji Jirei will find clues left in this study.

The boy leaned on the bookcase and flipped through the file marked 1.

December 1, 3 in the new calendar

It has been half a month since he fell into an unconscious state, and there is no sign of any action. This state will probably continue until he finds a suitable way.

Jinguji Jirei

December 1, 5 in the new calendar

The old things have been transplanted to see if there will be rejection. If it is successful, it is not sure how long it will take for the consciousness to function again.

Arrangements have been made to move the body to a private hospital ward for care and observation.

Jinguji Jirei

??

Before Luan Shu had time to turn the next page, he heard the sound of "click". At first he thought it was the door opening of Jinguji Ji Lei coming back from outside, but immediately he realized that the sound came from behind him, and before he had time to react, his whole body was crushed. Forced to move to the right, he fell on the carpet without standing firmly, and the booklet in his hand fell because of this, and a lot of paper mixed in it fell out.

He rubbed his bumped knee and turned his head to see what happened. The entire row of bookshelves that used to serve as the wall moved to the left by an interval, and there was another bookcase behind it. After thinking about it randomly, he guessed that this was an event. It is convenient for that person to pile up books—although he knows that Ji Lei is a genius who will not refuse knowledge, but he still sighs when he sees this young man who has a lot of books.

Then what to say??

He walked to the extra gap and pulled the new bookcase to apply force. Sure enough, the entire row of bookcases moved to the left again, and behind them was a real wall—not an ordinary wall. The boy stared at the brown wall. After a while, I touched the texture on the top and found a continuous groove.

It's a cabinet.

Pulling out along the gap, with enough space and force points, the door of the cabinet was pulled out, accompanied by the dust that had not been used for a long time, causing Luan Shu to bow his head and cough violently, and the corners of his eyes were blurred with physiological tears Out of sight, it seems to be able to see the prominent lake color in a pile of stacked light-colored cardboard boxes.

Subconsciously pulling the piece of fabric out, the dust on it fell down one after another, and the white shirt was stained with gray-brown dirt. I used more strength to pull out the fabric stuck by something, and finally after a few seconds. Breaking away from restraint——while Luan Shu fell to the ground due to strength, the boxes on top also fell towards his head one after another.

"... It hurts." The sealed box has a certain weight, and it is not something to be underestimated if it is hit to the head like this.Luanshu clutched the top of his head and dull hair that was aching from being hit, and looked up to see the storage room that was suddenly half empty, revealing the things that were originally covered by cardboard boxes.

Amemura Luanshu felt that he might scream like a girl when she was frightened, but she couldn't make any sound from her throat, whether it was a high-pitched falsetto or a low-pitched original voice.

He lowered his head in a daze to look at the lake-colored fabric that he pulled out—a part of the thin thing covered by the fabric was exposed, and the slender five fingers and the connected palm would not feel warm at all if it weren't for it. There is no difference at all with the human arm.

A gray-black microphone rolled out together with the box. Luan Shu subconsciously reached out to pick it up and gradually rolled away from his microphone on the ground before pressing the switch.

Yellow, pink, light blue, and special sound effects are accompanied by changes in the microphone type. He realized that this was his own hypnosis microphone, and the small object hanging on it drew his attention away.

【easyR】

"Ah, what, is that so?"

"Is this the last part I didn't remember?"

He whispered, then put down the severed limbs in his hands that might belong to humans, stood up and patted the dust on his body, stepped on the box to the storage room, reached out and grabbed the same lake-colored fabric inside, pulled it out, and then hugged the body belt away from tight spaces.

That should be a human being—if one ignores the problem of the body without temperature and the fact that it has not rotted after being left for a long time, then it should be a human being.

"He" was wearing a large lake-colored coat and a white shirt. He touched the side of his neck and found no pulse. His eyes were closed as if he was asleep, and he had no expression at all. His cheeks were still soft when he poked them.

And he has short pink hair, except for two deliberately long sideburns dyed lavender, and a delicate face that is almost indistinguishable from Yicun Luanshu.

Also missing a left hand.

Luan Shu hugged the same body as himself and looked around. Finally, his eyes stopped on the calendar on the table. He carefully put down the person in his arms before going to the table to pick up the calendar. There are also notes on the itinerary.

The young man's gaze stayed on today's date, and it was rare to see that this person spared this day only for the simple words on it.

He put down the desk calendar and took out the phone from his pocket, found the person he was most familiar with in the address book and made a call.

When the bell rang, Jinguji Jirei was putting lilies on the stone platform, and Yamada Ichiro, who was also wearing a black suit, cast a questioning look beside him. Take it out of your pocket.

[Call Reminder: Random Numbers]

"?? Random numbers, what's wrong?"

He held the phone to his ear in confusion. The other end of the phone was originally quiet, but the other party seemed very happy when he heard his voice. His high-pitched tone made people think of a happy child.

"Hey, Ji Lei Ji Lei, let me ask you—"

"Are you sweeping my grave?"