Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

Train medical room.

"call……"

Walter put away the complicated testing device, straightened up, and pushed up his glasses.

His expression was somewhat complicated.

"The good news is..."

"It's grown on my left arm."

"The spine has fully healed."

He reached out and gently patted Xing's back through the thin nightgown.

Although it still feels a bit rough to the touch, the protrusions of the joints are much more obvious than in ordinary people, like a dragon bone lurking under the skin.

But at least.

They are now a single entity.

"Then... what about the eyes?"

Standing to the side, March 7th couldn't help but interject, still tightly clutching Xing's clothes.

Walter paused for a moment, then shook his head, his tone heavy.

"Nothing's happening yet."

"The eyeball is one of the most intricate organs in the human body. In particular, the reconnection of the optic nerve... requires an astronomical amount of energy."

"The energy within the star is now being prioritized for maintaining the heart and bones."

"As for the eyes..."

Walter sighed.

"I'm afraid... we'll have to wait a while longer."

March 7th only vaguely understood what she heard, but she grasped one point:

Xing will have to remain blind for a while.

bedside.

Xing tilted her head.

Although she couldn't see, she could sense the somber atmosphere around her.

"Tsk. (It's nothing.)"

Xing raised her hand and touched the gauze over her eyes.

Then he spread his hands, making a "whatever" gesture.

"..."

"It's okay!"

"If you can't see it, you can't see it!"

"I mean what I say!"

"From this day forward, I will be your eyes!"

"Fully automatic! Intelligent navigation! And it even features a cute girl voice pack!"

March 7th's eyes were resolute.

"I absolutely...I absolutely won't let you get hurt!"

……

……

It turns out.

Some goals shouldn't be set lightly.

Although the enthusiasm for March 7th is very high.

But her professional skills...

That's really terrible!

"Star! Lift your foot! Lift your foot!"

In the corridor.

March 7th clung tightly to Xing's arm.

"There's a threshold five meters ahead!"

"High-energy warning!!"

Xing was startled by her shout.

I subconsciously raised my leg really high.

It's like hurdling.

result.

When the foot lands.

That so-called "threshold" is actually only... two centimeters high.

"Clatter".

Xing missed a step, her body swayed, and she almost tripped over herself.

"Ouch! Watch out!"

On March 7th, he quickly helped her up.

"Star! There's a wall on the left! Go right! Go right!"

"No, no! That's the corner of the table! Move back a little to the left!"

"Brake! There's something ahead..."

Sudden.

Xing felt her legs go weak.

It seems like... I stepped on something furry and soft?

and……

It's quite elastic?

"Ouch--!!!"

A piercing scream suddenly came from beneath my feet.

"Star Passengers!!!"

"You stepped on the train conductor!!!"

"?!"

Xing was startled.

She jumped back suddenly like a startled cat.

"Thump."

His back hit the wall.

"Sizzle!! (Sorry!)"

Xing waved her hand in a panic.

Although she couldn't see it, she could imagine Pam being trampled flat.

"Waaah... the train conductor's tail..."

Pam rubbed her bottom and got up from the ground.

It raised its head.

Looking at the helpless blind girl.

"It's...it's okay, Papa!"

Pam straightened her back, wincing in pain, but still waved her hand nonchalantly.

"The train conductor is very sturdy!"

"This weight...it's like a massage!"

As it spoke, it puffed up its flattened ears again.

Two large dark circles were visible beneath those eyes.

Obviously.

The train conductor has been staying up late a lot these past few days to take care of the injured.

"Oh, right!"

Pam seemed to suddenly remember something.

It reached its hand into the red uniform pocket.

He rummaged around.

He pulled one out...

It looks a bit strange, tied with a red string...

A wooden lump.

"Star Passengers!"

Pam stood on tiptoe and held the piece of wood up to Star.

"This is the train conductor... uh..."

Pam turned her head away with a touch of arrogance.

"...A handkerchief I made on the spur of the moment!"

"This handkerchief wasn't made by working overnight and wearing out several carving knives just for the star passengers!"

Xing was stunned for a moment.

She reached out and groped in the air.

My fingertips touched a piece of warm, smooth wood.

It's polished very smooth.

There wasn't a single burr.

This is a... regular hexahedron.

Each facet is engraved with deep grooves.

That's... a character?

"This is a 'fully automated communication marvel'!"

Pam introduced it with a smug look on her face.

"In March, passengers said that Star Passengers now have difficulty speaking, seeing, and writing."

"so……"

"That's what the train conductor did!"

"Look at Pa—"

Pam took Star's hand and guided her to touch the engravings.

"This side is engraved with the shape of a rice bowl."

"This is Hungry Pa!"

Xing touched it.

Yes, it's very deep.

You can tell it's a bowl just by touching it.

"The back has water droplets, which means it's thirsty."

"The pillow is on the left, [I want to sleep]."

"There's an X on the right, ignore me."

"There's a smiley face on it, saying 'Thank you.'"

Pam paused.

Then, they turned the wooden block upside down.

Pointing to the bottommost side.

That side...

The deepest engraving.

The strokes are the thickest.

Even touching it carries a... sharp, murderous aura.

"This side..."

Pam scratched his ear somewhat awkwardly.

"It was Pa that passengers strongly requested in March."

"Only one word—"

【roll】.

star:"……"

She touched the word "roll" written with such force that it seemed to penetrate the back of the paper.

The corner of the mouth.

A slight smile crept onto her face.

This character...

It's quite interesting.

"Give it a try!"

Pam looked at her expectantly.

Xing hung the wooden block around her neck.

heavy.

But it feels very reassuring.

She ran her fingers over the engravings.

I quickly memorized every position.

I'm hungry up ahead.

Roll down there.

It's easy to remember.

"Gurgle..."

Just right.

My stomach rumbled at just the right moment.

Xing did not hesitate.

She skillfully flipped the wooden block over, so that the side with the word "rice bowl" carved on it faced the kitchen.

It swayed.

"receive!"

March 7th, who had been observing from the sidelines, understood in a flash.

"C5 grade engine oil! Coming right away!"

The girl rushed into the kitchen like a gust of wind.

……

I'll leave on March 7th.

The corridor fell silent.

"Da, da."

Light footsteps sounded.

Someone is approaching.

The footsteps... were very light, yet very heavy.

It also carried a faint air of scholarly refinement and... a hint of guilt.

Danheng.

The ghost-like guard approached again.

"star……"

Danheng's voice was very low.

He looked at Xing, who was leaning against the wall with a wooden block around her neck and her eyes covered with gauze.

Another pang of pain shot through my heart.

"sorry."

It's that same sentence again.

These past few days, Xing feels like her ears are about to get calluses from listening to it so much.

"If only I had been stronger back then..."

"If only I could have done it sooner..."

Danheng stood there.

It's like a primary school student who has made a mistake and is constantly writing self-criticisms.

Again.

Big brother.

Aren't you annoying?

I've already survived, can you please stop making it feel like a funeral?

Xing sighed.

Since you insist on making it so heavy...

Then don't blame me for being impolite.

Xing reached out her hand.

He gripped the wooden block in front of his chest.

The fingers move nimbly.

found it.

then.

While Dan Heng was still preparing his next line, "I am guilty."

Xing remained expressionless.

They turned that wooden block upside down.

then.

Take the side with the big "Roll" character engraved on it.

direct……

It was shoved right into Dan Heng's face.

They even did it in front of him.

It swayed.

"..."

Dan Heng's words stuck in his throat.

He stared at the word "roll" which was only five centimeters from the tip of his nose.

That character was carved really deep.

You could even detect a... smell of disgust.

Dan Heng's perpetually expressionless face.

expression……

They froze instantly.

There was even a slight... crack.

"Puhahahaha—!!!"

March 7th happened to be carrying an oil drum back when he saw this scene.

I burst out laughing.

I almost threw the oil drum in my hand.

"Danheng! You've finally met your match!!"

On March 7th, he laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"You got rejected, didn't you?! You got rejected, didn't you?!"

"I told you not to always have that long face!"

"It's incredibly depressing to look at!"

Dan Heng: "..."

He looked at the stars.

Xing was still holding the wooden block.

Although her eyes cannot be seen.

But Danheng could clearly sense it...

Under the gauze.

There must be a hint of something hidden in those golden eyes...

A sly smile.

"..."

Dan Heng took a deep breath.

"……good."

"I...shut up."

Dan Heng silently retreated to the corner of the wall.

He shrank himself into a shadow.

Keep staring, like a ghost.

Xing pouted.

He shook the wooden block again.

【roll】.

Dan Heng pretended not to see it.

Look up and study the patterns on the ceiling.

The star swayed again.

【roll】.

Danheng looked down and examined the material of the floor.

"hey-hey……"

Looking at this scene.

Pam, standing next to him, had her two big ears practically standing up with joy.

"Looks like...it's very useful!"

"The train conductor's invention...a great success!"

"It's decided!"

Pam clenched her little fists.

"I want to make so many more things for the Star Passengers in the future!"

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