Shirou's clones number 30 million

There was no response; Ryoko Otonashi simply buried her head in her knees and sobbed softly.

"Impossible! Don't even think about it."

"..."

"Alright, I'll go tell Dad that you can stay here temporarily, but only until Junko Enoshima wakes up."

"I'm allergic to her; we're just not compatible."

"Say something!"

"Thank you," Ryoko Otonashi muttered softly.

"You're welcome. By the way, everything in the notebook is fake. You won't suddenly lose your memory. Just take a look at what's in the notebook; there's no need to take it seriously."

Ryoko Otonashi instinctively picked up the notebook, hugged it tightly to her chest, and whispered;

"Is it all... fake?"

“Of course. If you don’t believe me, then let time prove it.” Shirou Shirazawa said without hesitation. “Although I don’t know what Junko Enoshima’s plan is, she will definitely need Matsuda’s help to maintain her amnesia.”

"If you've read light novels, you should know what I mean."

At this point, Shiro Shiro picked up a strand of her hair and examined it carefully.

"Also, although your hair is dyed nicely, the color of the hair that grows back at the roots after a while will definitely be different from what it is now."

"However, it won't actually take that long. Once Enoshima Junko wakes up, you can talk to her and you should understand what happened."

"Of course, the prerequisite is that she will tell you the truth."

“Enoshima Junko…” Ryoko Otonashi murmured the name to herself.

If all of this is true, then she is another version of herself, a woman who can be described as the embodiment of evil.

For a moment, she felt both curious and somewhat afraid of meeting her other self.

Just then, two maids came over carrying soup and some food.

"That's settled then. I'll go tell my father that if you need anything while you're staying here, just tell the maid."

Leaving the living room, Shirou Shirawa walked through the long corridor and arrived at the study.

A gentle knock was met with a quick response.

"Please come in."

"Dad, she may be staying here for a while from now on."

"Oh...?"

Nobuhiko Shirasawa stopped writing, looked up, and stared at him in surprise.

"Didn't you say before that you really hated her?"

"Actually, she has a dual personality; what I hate is only her other personality."

"Do you think I would believe something like that?" Shirazawa Nobuhiko frowned slightly, his face showing hesitation. "Really?"

"It couldn't be more real."

“I see... At times like this, I feel that as your father, I must remind you that our country practices monogamy.”

"Uh... I know."

“I don’t care, but the country’s laws probably won’t support what you’ve done.”

"Is this what a father should say to his son?"

"Then I can't just stand by and watch you embark on a path of no return, can I?"

"Inviting a homeless friend to stay at my house for a few days shouldn't be illegal, right?"

"If that's all there is to it, then I'm relieved."

Nobuhiko Shirasawa was silent for a few seconds, then said again:

"You said before that she has an older sister, so she shouldn't be homeless, right?"

"Well, her other personality is named Junko Enoshima, and she has a twin sister. But her current personality doesn't acknowledge her sister and doesn't feel like that place is her home."

Seeing the confusion on his face, Shirou Shirazawa thought for a moment and said again:

"Let me put it another way: her other personality fell into a deep sleep, and this personality took the opportunity to run away from home."

"I see." Shirasawa Nobuhiko nodded slightly. "Now that you put it that way, I understand. But isn't this kind of thing quite troublesome?"

"Issues involving personality and memory are never simple. By the way, the name of this personality of hers is Ryoko Otonashi."

Upon hearing this, Shirasawa Nobuhiko suddenly stood up, took a dusty newspaper from the bookshelf next to him, and placed it on the table.

"Otonashi? What is the origin of her surname?"

Shirou Shirazawa, unaware of what was going on, went over and glanced at the newspaper report.

This is a long-forgotten report; judging from the date on the newspaper, it's at least five or six years old.

The report stated that a tram had an accident in a tunnel, trapping many passengers.

They were rescued seven days later; a total of seven people were killed or injured.

"Why does this look so familiar?"

“You never follow the news, so naturally you don’t know about this.”

Shirasawa Nobuhiko placed the newspaper on the desk, sighed softly, and slowly said:

"This incident happened in my jurisdiction. After receiving the news, I immediately arranged for a rescue team to carry out a full-scale rescue operation."

"But the accident happened in a busy area, in a narrow tunnel, where excavators and bulldozers couldn't get through. People had to dig it out bit by bit with shovels."

"On the seventh day, I thought there would be very few survivors in the tunnel, but I didn't expect that the vast majority of people were alive."

In the end, only seventeen people could not be saved.

"And these seventeen people are nothing compared to the number of other survivors. It is thanks to this that I was not greatly affected."

Seventeen people?

Shirou Shiro was slightly taken aback. He glanced at the seven people mentioned in the news report, but quickly realized what was going on and didn't ask any further questions.

"Isn't this a good thing?"

“Yes, I heard from the survivors that they were able to survive thanks to the encouragement and help of a college student,” Bai Zexinyan sighed. “That college student was supposed to take an exam, but he couldn’t go because of the tram accident.”

"I originally wanted to help him out and get the school to give him a chance to retake the exam."

"But unexpectedly, he ultimately didn't make it through."

"I heard that he signed an organ donation agreement with the hospital before he died."

Chapter 578 Stop! You can't kill anyone like this.

Chapter 579 Stop! You can't kill anyone like this.

"Huh...? Where did this nice guy come from?"

Moreover, it sounded strangely familiar.

Seeing this, Shirasawa Nobuhiko rolled his eyes at him and said irritably:

"We selfish and vulgar people can't understand the other party's noble sentiments, but that doesn't mean we should belittle them."

Ultimately, everyone hopes there are more people like this in the world.

"I didn't belittle him, did I?" Shirou Shiro said speechlessly, and picked up the newspaper again to read.

The newspaper only reported the event and mentioned that a college student actively encouraged others, but did not mention their names.

"What's his name?"

"Otonashi Yuzuru".

"So it was him!"

"Oh...? You've heard of him?"

"Yes, I just didn't expect to cross paths with him in a place like this."

"Is Otonashi Ryoko related to him?" Shirasawa Nobuhiko asked again.

I don't think so.

It seems that it was just a pseudonym that Enoshima Junko randomly chose. How could it possibly be related to someone who has been dead for five years?

However, since Yuzuru Otonashi once lived in this world, does that mean that there is such an afterlife?

Although the place is small, even a mosquito is still meat, and Aizen might be interested in it.

"Dad, do you know who Otonashi Yuzuru donated his heart to?"

"I don't know." Shirazawa Nobuhiko shook his head slightly, and asked in surprise, "Why are you concerned about this?"

"Nothing, just asking casually. May I take this newspaper?"

"No, this is something I've treasured for a long time."

"Isn't it just an outdated report?"

"No, this is not just a news report, but a tool that constantly reminds me not to forget my original aspirations."

"...Okay, then I can make a copy, is that alright?"

"Okay, return it to me as soon as you're done making the copy. Don't tear it. I'll wait for you here."

Shiro was speechless, never expecting that his usually serious and rigid father had this side to him.

......

Huh? Why is my body moving on its own?

At one point, Junko Enoshima suddenly regained consciousness.

Silently watching her body get up, wash up, greet the maid and butler, and have breakfast with Bai Ze's family.

All of this felt like another personality had taken over his body.