After changing into slippers in the hallway, you will be greeted by an old black-and-white TV, and the furniture made of plywood has been peeled off the paint, as if it had been patched. Because there is so little furniture, the space is very spacious.

All doors are open.

Shirai's rooms also open onto a balcony and have desks, wardrobes and wooden beds. On the desk, wooden planks are tucked into the top of each row of books, and a rudimentary bookshelf is set up on which books made of wall calendars are listed. More books in a wooden box to find almost all textbooks from elementary school to high school. Turning his head, the gray mosquito net was set up on the wall by bamboo poles, telling the gray memory.

Although I have heard that Shirai's family background is not very good, there are still many differences between what I imagined when I actually saw it.

Compared to him, I am like a noble son born into a rich family.

The gap between each other, just like the gap between my family and the Sakiya family.

Shirai brought a low table and two bamboo chairs, and Quark, who had been on my shoulder, jumped onto the desk with a bang, and kept pecking at the countertop like a woodpecker, making aggressive sounds. Embarrassed, I walked up and grabbed it and threw it off the balcony.

"Laughing." I said to Shirai.

"It's okay, it's okay." Shirai smiled and said, "It's the first time I've seen a crow eating wood, why don't you give it something to eat?" ”

"It's wild and probably doesn't like cooked food." I coped with the Tao.

The two of us spread the food we bought on the table, and Shirai expertly used two chopsticks to pry open the cap of the bottle and pour beer into our respective bowls.

We drank and ate barbecue while talking about Morino's past. I didn't know much about Morino's past, and in fact, I wasn't very familiar with her until she died, so most of the time it was Shirai who was talking, and I was just a listener.

I wanted to ask him about Greystone, but Shirai couldn't stop as soon as he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to retell all the past events of Morino, as if she would come back to life if she did so. It was only at this time, when he choked on cigarettes that tears were about to fall, and he buried his head in the bowl and drank in small sips, as if he was drunk, that he could perceive his sadness and remorse for Morino's death.

I couldn't find the opportunity to intervene for the first time, and I realized for the first time that this boy was so in love with Morino.

Losing the other person is like losing half of their soul.

I am a little envious of such a white well, because in my memory, there is no such existence as Morino. This made me feel the urge to "anyone can do it right away, just give everything for her".

By the time all the beer and food were gone, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

Neither Shirai nor I had a good amount of alcohol, and after the two of us drank six beers, our heads began to feel dizzy, and even drinking plain water could not dilute the nausea that rushed up to our throats from time to time.

Shirai staggered to his feet, apparently about to go to the bathroom. I remember that Shirai had said something to show me, so I casually asked him.

"In the middle drawer of the desk. The key is on the table, you can find it yourself. Shirai said this and walked out of the room.

I searched for a while on my desk, even moving all the books on it to the other side, but I didn't see any keys at all. Although I also wondered if Shirai remembered it wrongly, it was also possible that he was touched by the action just now.

So I went under the table and searched.

Because the upper body was tucked under the table, when Shirai came over, he only vaguely noticed that the light shining from behind him suddenly dimmed.

"Don't you want the key, Shirai." I said casually.

"Because it's not there at all." Shirai's voice came softly from behind him: "That lock has long been broken, and I can't find the key." ”

What is he saying? I couldn't react for a moment.

"Hey, you just said ......"

The shadow behind him shook strangely, the air was flowing abnormally, and for the first time, the chain judgment could automatically start working, and a signal of extreme danger was transmitted.

A vague figure came to mind, and the person behind him was clutching something and holding it high above his head.

I subconsciously tried to get out of the hole, but the thing had already fallen suddenly.

Sharp.

Even if he tried his best, because his body was confined in the small space under the table, he only moved away from the fatal parts slightly.

A sharp pain came from the back of the waist in an instant, and something hard and sharp, probably a knife, pierced deep into the stomach and pulled out again.

Before it struck a second time, I thrust my whole body under the table in severe pain, then stood up so hard that it tore the table over. I turned around with a messy pouring sound, and the glittering arc cut through the placket of my garment, leaving a bloody streak on my chest.

The blade struck me a third time, blocked by the dagger I popped out of my sleeve.

I gave it a hard push, and the assailant jumped backwards. His movements were swift like that of an ape, his hands hanging in front of him, his body swaying, and his school uniform of the same style as mine was worn neatly on his body, exuding a strange aura that he had never seen before.

It's Shirai.

He held a kitchen knife with a sharp head in his hand, and the orange light falling from the light bulb flowed on the knife, slightly dazzling. Shirai's face hung down, hidden behind the shadow of his hair, as if he was looking at his own face reflected in the blade.

I covered the wound on the back of my waist with my left hand, the first time I could remember being so badly injured.

"Shirai?" The deep voice didn't seem to come from its own mouth.

"It's me." Shirai looked up, and through the gap in his hair, he could see a pair of cloudy eyes.

It's very different from the white wells I've seen before.

I've killed people, so I can smell the smell of killing determination coming from him, and his eyes are nothing, the eyes of a man who doesn't care about the consequences, or his own fate, and is determined to kill.

"For what? Why do you want to kill me? I asked.

"For what?" Shirai straightened his somewhat rickety back and said word by word: "Because of anger." ”

"Vent your anger?" I repeated the word as I reached for the pistol on the back of my waist. But I don't intend to kill him right away until he gives a reasonable answer.

Because the body is strengthened by the gray stone, the rate of bleeding from the wound is rapidly decreasing, and the pain has gradually restored strength and sanity. Shirai is the one who returned from the apocalyptic fantasy alive, and his kitchen knife is not a limited weapon, so he is really lucky. ,

Shirai is not in a hurry to attack, and seems to be calculating to delay the time and let my blood drain.

"I'm sorry, but I knew who killed Morino from the beginning."

"Who?"

"Sakiya."

I was almost stunned to hear this incomparably familiar name. In a trance, Shirai jumped sideways as if he had a spring on his foot, stepped on the wall and threw himself at my left hand, who was not holding a knife.

It was probably the chain judgment that came into play, and his course of action was directly described in advance in his mind in the form of lines.

My body reflected faster than my thoughts, and I turned to block the kitchen knife with my dagger.

There was a sonorous sound.

The dagger and the kitchen knife twisted together, and several times collided, and our steps walked in an arc, drawing circles one after another on the ground.

Almost at the same speed and angle, Shirai and I kicked each other in the abdomen at the same time, each stepping back.

I stood where Shirai had been before, and Shirai retreated behind the desk he had flipped over.

"Sakiya killed Morino?" A bad premonition rose in my heart.

"yes, I saw it with my own eyes." Bai Jing squatted down as if no one was around, fiddling with the desk drawer, "That day, Morino received a call from Sakuya, although she didn't say it was Sakuya, but I knew that it must be her, because I was a little worried, so I followed......"

Shirai took something out of the drawer.

My eyes widened, and it was a right hand.

Presumably treated, it didn't rot, the skin was pale and gave off an unpleasant smell.

I think this is the hand that Morino was cut off, right?

It's hard to believe. However, Shirai is probably telling the truth. Sakiya is a prisoner, and he just cut off the arm of Morino's corpse.

"Sakiya killed Morino, obviously a friend, but he killed her because he was angry for a while. I wanted to kill her to avenge Morino, but she had a strange strength. Now I can't kill her, and I can't find her, so I can only kill you, maybe after killing you, Sakiya will take the initiative to come to me. ”

Shirai pressed his cheek against his right hand, which had been cut off at elbow-length, and rubbed it gently.

"Do you know the truth? Takakawa, Sakiya was angry because Morino said bad things about you, she said that Morino is a bad person, don't be Morino's friend anymore, obviously she doesn't know anything, obviously Morino is so distressed for her, obviously it's a friend...... Why did Morino have to die like this? It's so sad, it's so sad! Isn't it? Takakawa! ”