Is it really a straight girl?

Can't catch what you want.

The weak, slender, pale left arm immediately dropped, like a felled tree, tilted to one side.

His elbow hit the armrest of the sofa.

There is something wrong with Chitose's state - no matter how confused his own state is, Yaki has recognized this.

"Miss Chitose." The girl softly called out the other party's name: "If you're not in a good mood, it's better to take a rest first."

Miji has heard a saying that in the middle of the night, people will become much more emotional than usual.

Is the current Miss Chitose also in this state?

"Well, Miss is right." Chitose turned his eyes to meet Miki's and nodded slightly: "I'm trying to find a way to rest now."

"Then...Miss Chitose, please go back to your room, Miki is also a little sleepy." The girl covered her lips and let out a little breath, then rubbed the corners of her eyes, and blinked to remind the other party.

But the premonition kept coming.

"You don't need to go back to your room." Chitose said, "I'm sorry."

Why the sudden apology?

The hazy mind can't sort out the logic between the other party's words.

"Because I made up my mind a long time ago, please don't stop me, and please don't be too sad. This incident is a relief for me."

"..."

What is Miss Chitose talking about?

The white-haired girl is slowly changing the right hand holding the pistol into the correct posture.

Index finger, on the trigger position.

"Please bring this gun with you when you go out." Chitose shook her right hand: "Please remember what I said, if you see me again in a few days, it is a phantom ghost, please kill her. "

"Eh.."

"This may stain your furniture. I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind, miss." She slowly raised the deep-textured silver-gray pistol halfway: "Afterwards, if you need to deal with it, just tell Miss Elizabeth, if you don't You can tell me, she will be here in a few minutes."

"Chitose...what are you talking about?"

A haze spread in my mind, and my heart beat faster and faster.

"Then, there should be nothing special to explain to you, miss. In short, please don't be too sad. This is a relief for me... I have been trying to get to the end."

"Relief...?" Miji saw the opponent's right hand was raised upwards.

"Because of my terminal illness, I am exhausted every minute of this world. There is no way to relieve this exhaustion from the soul, so this is my wish."

The girl with short white fluffy hair held the slender wrist of the gun-wielding right hand with her left hand.

The five fingers wrapped around the skinny position, both hands were stretched to the right at the same time, and the muzzle of the gun was slowly lifted up.

"This is, what to do..." Mi Ji leaned forward in confusion, pressed his left hand on the armrest of the sofa, and moved a little closer.

A few days later, the phantom ghost, the appearance of Chitose...become the phantom of the dead to lure humans. .

deceased?

Relief?

Ms. Miji's eyelids gradually widened a little, and her pupils gradually shrank.

"Eh?"

She immediately understood what Chitose said before, and also immediately understood why her premonition was born, she immediately stood up, and quickly stretched out her hand to grab it.

However, Chitose's reaction was faster.

Yaki couldn't catch the opponent's right hand, and couldn't stop the opponent's body from leaning to the right at all.

The white-haired girl supported the pistol with both hands, and the black hole-like barrel rested on her right temple.

Chitose closed her eyes and whispered:

"Goodbye."

"Maki."

Rarely, this name was revealed.

'don't want--'

Mi Ji opened his lips, but before the words reached the edge of his lips, they seemed to be swallowed hard in his throat.

Because the gun went off.

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310 [-]. The Flawless Person

After Chitose died, I stood still, and Elizabeth, who also had white hair, found out about the news for some reason and hurried over.

She said that this is not my responsibility, nor anyone's responsibility, but it is like rain, and no one can stop it.

I have no response to this, so what can I say?

Chitose's body has become a lifeless thing.

She lay there with blood splattered everywhere.

The situation is irreversible, and I am still the same as before, unable to do anything.

Elizabeth took Chitose away—as if she was dragging a living person, wrapped the other's arm around her shoulders, and pulled the corpse out bit by bit. His feet were hanging on the ground, blood dripped down.

It's a little naive and ridiculous, but I can't laugh now.

There was blood on the sofa, blood on the ground, and blood on the floor-to-ceiling mirror far away on the other side.

Chitose said sorry for this, and I also forgave her, but looking at the blood, I still couldn't calm down.

The previous premonition already has the answer.

I found a piece of cloth in the cardboard box next to it, and tore the package like a wild beast. I used the pure white cloth to wipe the mirror, the back of the sofa, the floor, the wooden desk and other furniture next to it.

But the harder you rub it, the bigger the red area will be.

Is it a cloth problem?Or is it my problem?

Seeing that I couldn't wipe it clean, I threw the blood-stained towel on the ground and went to take a shower.

I forgot whether to use warm water or cold water. Anyway, I felt a little too cold after washing. I didn't use the bathtub. My hair was loose and I didn't wipe it.

Barely tried, dried the body...was it actually dry?I don't know.

I don't know what was on my mind, I walked over and pushed the sofa that Chitose had been sitting on to the ground.

Bye now.

What that person said just now, that tone, that hoarse tone, lingered in my mind for a long time.

Like an echo.

Chitose said not to care about it, which was a relief to her.

But the man who was alive just a short while ago pulled the trigger on the temple right before his own eyes.

The blood on Chitose's body is not as bright red as that of ordinary people, but rather lighter. If you look carefully, you will find some pink in it.

He wanted to use all his strength to yell out a meaningless scream hoarsely, but... the depression and pain in his heart suppressed even this thought in his heart.

Why did it become such a development?

I can't figure it out, and I actually don't want to understand it now.

what can i do

I looked at the closed door, I looked out the window, I looked at the world, I looked at myself.

On the side of the room, in the blood-stained floor-to-ceiling mirror, I was reflected.

Usually, this person would have the desire to jokingly think about who the beauty in the mirror is, but at this time, the eyes of the person in the mirror have completely lost their luster.

There is no point of light, like a puppet or robot without a soul.

I know the name of the person in the mirror, it's called Miki, right?

But something is different already.

After witnessing a friend die in front of his eyes, the world suddenly changed.

Obviously, Miji is the lucky one.

I know that I do have luck that surpasses ordinary people, luck like superpowers... I have never encountered any real suffering since I was born, and all troubles are about to turn into setbacks and sufferings All will save the day.

But I don't know, does this luck come at a price?

Ever since he was vaguely aware of this when he was a child, Mi Ji never abused his luck by buying lottery tickets, gambling stocks and buying funds.

In fact, Mi Ji knows that as long as he uses this luck, Mi Ji can easily live the life of a so-called rich man.

But... at what cost?

Is it this time travelling?Ke Miji also had a very good life after crossing.

Or... the price is all that happened in front of Mi Ji just now?

A friend, in front of himself, commits suicide with a pistol?

Or, is the real price yet to come?

In short, there should be a price... Miki has this feeling.

I just shook my head as if talking to myself, is there some problem with my mental state?Probably.

I picked up the silver-gray pistol that Miss Chitose dropped to the ground, shook it in my hand, and looked at the black muzzle.

Nervously, he shook his fingers, swallowed, and slowly pressed the muzzle of the gun to his temple.

I don't want to kill myself, I just want to know how Chitose felt at that time.

The answer is already clear.

At least Miki was very scared.