A journey of seven souls escaping from the basement

She hoped someone could blame her, even if it meant a few curse words.

But no one blamed her.

Everyone knew that it was the Black Snake's problem, they were just deceived.

As for the doctor, he really didn't want to face her.Everyone understands the truth, but when it comes to that point, the doctor is still afraid that he will lose control.

Probably because of this, the psychological problem of autism led her to gradually begin to have a tendency to self-destruct. When the disease broke out, she hid alone, hoping to die alone.

What is it for?Atonement?

So why did you seek help in the end?

Is it because of the instinctive fear of death?Or do you simply want to see Yabu in this way, want to express your apology, want to be said something by the other party, so that your suffocating feelings of guilt can be poured out?

She does not expect to be forgiven, nor does she think she is qualified to be forgiven. All she wants is that the person she killed can say something to her, whether she accuses, scolds or even beats her. It doesn't matter, or maybe it's just because he's angry that he, the murderer, still asks him for help and takes his own life.

But the result is...

"Hello, do you need help?"

This person who suddenly appeared in front of him, this person who was killed by his own hands, was asking himself if he needed help.

"I can help you, but I need to get close to you first, okay? I won't hurt you."

"sorry Sorry sorry..."

She couldn't think of anything else to say other than apologizing.

But the other party didn't dislike her, didn't scold her, didn't have any negative emotions, and even cured her, enduring the cold and giving her the murderer a hug.

"It's okay, I'm warm."

Such kindness is really too cruel.

Because she also found out that the time on both sides of the pendant is the same.

And what does this mean?

If the Yao Bu who came to help her died after being attacked by her, and his soul was broken and wandering on the timeline, it means that even though she treated him so badly, he was still willing to help him. This kind of conscience Her self-criticism made it impossible for her to reconcile with her own heart.

And if, if the one who helped her was Yabu before she attacked...

Time is passing, and the speed of passage on both sides of time is the same.

This means that Yabu, who unknowingly helped her, the murderer, will, as time goes by, personally experience the feeling of being killed by someone he treated kindly from the moment he returns. future.

And what about Frost Star?Knowing that the passage of time on both sides is the same is simply an inescapable nightmare for her, because she knows it, but there is nothing she can do. She can only wait for the passage of time without any means to stop it, waiting for the past. Time moves forward ruthlessly until it reaches the moment when the past self attacks Yabu.

There is no way to stop your past self.

When she thought about the person who was willing to endure the cold and give her a hug, his past self would penetrate his body with biting ice. When she thought about what he would be thinking when he turned his attention to her at that moment, she felt like she was going crazy. Lost......

As for what's going on with Frost Star now?The doctor didn't know, and the doctor didn't bother to pay attention at all. She was a little overwhelmed with her own emotions, and she had no time to pay attention to the murderer.

and......

[Doctor, this is the first time. 】

When Yao Bu left him and returned to Qicheng, he said this.

In other words, he actually knew that something might happen to him and that he might never come back.

But Yabu didn't tell her.

Yabu actually never told her about this kind of thing.

Very good, very good... I even dare to hide this kind of thing...

Use the feeling of guilt to make him consciously accompany you, thinking that the past self who used this method was too gentle to him, and his own things should be completely in his own hands.

The doctor's hand holding the small box began to clenched tightly, unable to contain his inner emotions. He ignored the edges that were digging into her flesh through the glove and hurting her, as if he wanted to directly crush the box in his hand. .

But in the end, because she didn't want to destroy the gift given to her by Yabu, she slowly loosened her grip and stared at the small box in her hand.

Having arrived at the door of the room, the doctor stopped pushing the cart, but did not enter his room. Instead, he stood there and stared at it for a moment, then opened the lid and put his finger on the button in the center. , but it was not pressed for a long time.

"Yabu, I bought a lot of things, please help me..."

I didn’t buy raw materials in boxes at all, but maybe I was naive in my heart and hoped that Yabu would come to help me when I needed help, so I unconsciously bought so much.

But as expected, no one came. Even the doctor himself felt that this behavior was a bit childish.

"Today is, December 12th, your birthday."

In this deserted corridor, in front of the door of his room, the doctor seemed to be talking to himself, speaking his voice to the air around him.

"I have bought all the cake ingredients and so on. I can make chocolate cake."

The doctor looked at the button in his hand and began to gradually push his fingers downward.

"You know, I only know how to make instant noodles. I don't know how to make these things. If you don't want to waste it, come back quickly."

"I'll give you three seconds. If it happens, the things you hid from me can be wiped out and we can talk."

Press, close your eyes, and wait.

1、2、3、4、5......

"..."

Opening her eyes and looking around, the doctor felt a little cold in the quiet corridor. The coldness made her give up the idea of ​​standing there for a few seconds. After stuffing the box back into her pocket, she opened the door and pushed a cart of goods. Escaped into his room.

He pushed the cart forward casually, not caring whether the cart would hit anything or whether the fragile objects inside would be damaged. After closing the door behind him, the doctor just returned home from work after a busy day. As if he could no longer hide his fatigue and weakness in this private space, he looked a little depressed and walked to the bathroom while holding on to the wall.

She took off her mask and gloves and put them aside. While washing her hands, she stared blankly at herself in the mirror with drowsy eyes.

The doctor is very calm, everyone including the doctor himself thinks that she is very calm.

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Refrigerator ([-])

Although this mask is essentially to protect the doctor's identity, it also happens to prevent others from understanding her inner thoughts by observing her facial expressions.

This is great for the doctor, so that no one can see the dark circles under her eyes after insomnia, so that no one can notice her weakness, so that she doesn't have to face other people's inquiries.

I don't need those things at all. I am very calm and I don't need comfort.

Even if those people actually care about her, she is unwilling to accept it, because she always feels that once she accepts the comfort from others, it means that she herself has given up on the matter.

And since you can't accept it no matter what, what's the point of letting others discover your weakness to give you comfort?Perhaps in order to make them feel that they are fine, to reassure those who care about them, and to make them feel that their comfort is effective, I may have to act like I think I have come out of it.

If you reveal your emotions, you may have to be protected to prevent yourself from committing suicide or other things, and you won't even be able to have any private space.

That was too tiring... That kind of thing was too tiring for the current Doctor.

Instead of spending energy accepting comfort from others, what she needs now is a private space that is quiet enough for her to do some of the things she is willing to do now.

Like...make a chocolate cake.

{Chocolate, butter and whipped cream are heated over water and melted, separate the egg yolks and set aside...}

Only the materials that were roughly needed were left, and the rest were stuffed into the refrigerator. The excess materials filled the refrigerator to the brim, as if it would overflow at any time.

And then...the production process, there's not much to talk about.

The doctor sat there, looking at the cake on the table, without any appreciation for his achievements or the happiness of success. As if just to complete an ordinary task that could not be different, he took out the small cake from his pocket. A notebook with a few words written on it.

[cake,√]

What's there to say?It was done, and a cake that was almost exactly the same as the one in the teaching was placed on the table by the doctor.

There were no problems or mistakes in the whole process, everything was as precise as an operation.

This kind of thing is extremely simple for a doctor.

All the knowledge that can be learned, for her, as long as she wants to learn it, there is nothing she cannot learn.

This can even be classified into the simplest category among the knowledge she has learned. After all, in the final analysis, it is just an accurate accumulation of knowledge based on what is known, and what she is best at is accuracy.

What's so hard about this?The teachings are all written in the book. As long as you don't mess around and follow them exactly, it will be difficult to cause problems.

It's not that she can't do it, she just doesn't want to do it.

She acted like she was too lazy to cook in front of Yabu and just made instant noodles when asked to cook. It was not because she was incompetent or lazy, but simply because she liked the feeling that Yabu was willing to cook for herself. .

Watching the other person think hard about how to make food that suits her, and watching the other person think about how to cleverly turn the vegetables she doesn't like into the taste she likes for her health every day, she will learn from it It feels satisfying to feel that Yabu cares about and pays attention to himself.

But in fact, no matter what Yabu does, she likes it. After all, vegetables that she doesn’t like to eat are always fake. There are no vegetables that she doesn’t like to eat. Her requirements for food have always been to have what she likes. The best, if you don’t have it, it doesn’t matter, as long as you can eat it.

But she still pretended that she didn't like certain vegetables. The purpose was actually the same as pretending that she was too lazy to cook.

And you only need to look at the mark to know this, right?

But as long as she said that she didn't like that thing, even if she just made up a random excuse, Yabu would really remember it, and he might even never doubt it.

She likes the feeling and atmosphere that Yabu cares about her. She likes the way Yabu works hard and carefully writes down her preferences. She likes the way Yabu takes the initiative to accept her and actively lets her take care of her daily habits. Gradually the invading sense of satisfaction infiltrated.

But...if you think about it.

Have you ever made anything for Yabu?

Apart from instant noodles, there seems to be nothing else.

But when I wanted to do something for him at this moment, he...

[Material, √]

[cake,√]

"It would be a waste if you don't come..."

[栠布,]

"It's rare for me to show you my skills. If you miss it, you won't have the chance."

No one answered.

But the doctor looked at the name written on the notebook in his hand and did not add anything at the end. Instead, he closed and put away the notebook, as if it would never end as long as this.

"Okay... okay... I'll give it to you first and put it in the refrigerator."

Anyway, I don't care, I just made it casually. I'll let you put it away for a few days. If you don't come back, I'll throw it away if it breaks.

It does not matter.

Anyway, my body has always been very convenient and I can always maintain my sanity.

He can maintain his sanity when facing Tallulah, he can maintain his sanity when facing the Black Snake, and he can still maintain his sanity when facing the Frost Star.

I have endured all these, and my body can deal with them rationally. Now it is just a cake that no one eats... It's just such an insignificant thing...

Opening the refrigerator door and looking at the already full refrigerator, the doctor didn't bother to tidy it up. He didn't care whether the things inside would be deformed or damaged. He numbly squeezed and pushed inward with all his strength to free up a little space in the refrigerator. Carefully place the cake on that spot.

But such a squeeze will inevitably lead to a rebound. Those things that have been forcibly suppressed and unwilling to face are still there and have never disappeared.

The thing that was forced into the depths of the refrigerator suddenly collapsed forward and hit the cake, along with the plate. The cake was forced out of the refrigerator, slid to the ground, and shattered with the plate.

"..." The doctor held on to the refrigerator door wordlessly, looking at the chocolate-stained clothes and the cakes on the ground mixed with broken plates.

She was actually able to react. She could see the movement of the things that were suppressed in the deepest parts when they collapsed. She noticed the movement of the plates when they were squeezed out of the refrigerator. If she thought about it, if she stretched out her hand, she might be able to catch it.

But she felt tired and numb, and even if she reacted, she didn't want to move.

Just looking at the cake he made for Yabu, the uneaten piece of cake smashed to pieces and then smeared on the ground, he looked at it without saying anything.

[Let me give you an analogy. 】

[The body can be used as a refrigerator for preservation, and the soul is what is stored in the refrigerator. 】

"what......"

A smile suddenly appeared on the expressionless face, but it was not caused by happiness or joy. Instead, it seemed like a kind of insanity after the emotions bottomed out and they didn't know how to express them.

She squatted down and stared at the broken cake on the ground. Even though she knew that the broken glass on the plate might cut her hand, she didn't care and directly grabbed the piece of cake that fell on the ground with her trembling hands. .

Suddenly, she stood up and slammed the cake into the refrigerator that had not been closed, and slammed the refrigerator door with all her strength, as if she wanted to merge her overflowing emotions with the banging sound of the refrigerator door. .

Bang-!

It's obviously just...a small thing...