Chitose Mito committed suicide last night.

Regarding this news, Jia Mao pro instinctively denied it. However, Chihaya was already crying silently from the other end of the phone, which made him have to accept this reality, and in Chihaya's intermittent and almost unspoken words, such fragmentary but piercing words as "jumping off the building", "committing suicide", and "dead" made him cold for a moment.

"How could it ......?"

Jia Shige took the phone and replied with this sentence in a daze, and even after the busy sound of hanging up had already come from the phone, he still stayed where he was, muttering the same sentence to himself.

He didn't wake up until he was tapped on the shoulder by his father, Jiaguang.

He looked up at his father, who was asking, "What's wrong," his mind blank.

Jiaguang met Jiamao's desperate eyes that were as empty as a bottomless abyss, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, Jiaguang never thought that this child would show such a collapsed expression, and before he could react, Jiamao suddenly rushed out of the house and ran in a certain direction.

Jiaguang chased out, he walked out of the house and looked in the direction of Jiamao's running, and soon he knew what place it was, his face was slightly gloomy, and he turned back to the house and dialed a number.

"Real people, it's my ......"

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"Dad has sealed off this floor now and won't let people in, so don't stay too long, if someone else finds out I'm bringing someone in here, I'll definitely be scolded by Dad. 」

The red-haired girl whispered as she cautiously looked around the quiet floor, and after making sure that no one was around, she walked out of the corner with Iemo.

"Thank you. 」

Jia Shige thanked him in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

The girl in front of her is the only daughter of the director of this hospital, because Jia Mao's relatives often wander here, and from time to time she will meet this little girl who likes the piano and has a bit of a proud personality, and she also learned her name during the period, Nishikino Mahime.

With the relationship between Tsu Jinhime, Jia Shige's relatives can now come to this area that was blocked by the hospital.

Mahime, who was seriously thanked, was a little uncomfortable with the serious attitude of Jia Mao's relatives, in her impression, this little brother always looked like he was not embarrassed, and at that time she was also very emotional that this little brother would be a successful silk in the future.

"Is that sister someone very important to you?"

A little flustered Mahime asked about Chitose, in fact, she knew more or less about it, she knew that Kashige often came here purely because of the sister who lived in the sanatorium all the year round, and she would not spend much time in the hospital, but as long as she was in the hospital, she would see Kamo himself guarding Chitose. Mahime didn't know what kind of emotion it was, but it was innocent enough to make her heart pound at a young age.

"Who knows. 」

Jia Mao's tone of voice was a little weak, a little gloomy. He walked past Mahime, who was walking in front, stopped in front of the hospital room door, and turned his face to look at Mahime.

"Let's stay in there alone for a while, okay?"

"Uh-huh......

Mahime opened her mouth to say something, but looking at Jiamao's eyes that were almost pleading, she suddenly felt a little scared, so she could only nod her head as if she was obedient, and stood aside a little overwhelmed. Jia Shige smiled rarely, he raised his hand and touched Mahime's little head like a small animal, and before Mahime could react, he walked into the room that represented "once".

Mahime, who was a little dazed, touched the hair that had just been touched, and looked at the disappearing figure of Jia Shige's relatives in a daze, her face slightly red.

The warm feeling was very different from my father's hand.

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Jia Shige looked at the empty room and felt dazed.

Because it all came too suddenly.

To this day, he still can't imagine and accept the departure of a very familiar person, at this time he should have stayed next to Chitose who was sleeping in this bed, waiting for time to pass. But at this moment, the bed had already become cold, and the only thing he was familiar with was that there was a trace of Chitose in the air.

Jia Mao's hands trembled a little, and he cowered and put them on the side of the bed, as if he could still touch those hands with a sense of coldness, but the strong reality in his eyes suddenly made his cognition seem to be faulty, and a sense of suffocation came to his face, feeling as uncomfortable as if his habits were being forced to change.

Yes, Mito Chitose is really gone.

Although he had never thought of such a distant thing as growing old with his son, he had also imagined that he would say goodbye to Chitose one day in the future.

Perhaps, at that time, Chitose will meet someone he really likes, and then he will get drunk on that night of separation singing "Happy Breakup".

Perhaps, at that time, he was very attentive to chop several legs, and then Chitose was ruthlessly slapped off the legs of his grandson, and at the moment of separation, he declared "never again" without looking back.

But he didn't think that Chitose would commit suicide to say goodbye to him, Chihaya, the people around him, and the world.

On the way to Chitose's ward, he heard many doctors, nurses, and patients talking about Chitose's suicide.

He covered his ears and walked quickly through the crowd, because he was afraid that if he listened any longer, he would not be able to resist beating people, even if he was just a child in the eyes of ordinary people.

He didn't want to see any look of pity, indifference, or even ridicule on the faces of others, because these people were not qualified at all.

He didn't want to make any trouble here, because Chitose had said he was a good boy in this place.

He doesn't want to be a bad boy because Chitose can't open his eyes anymore.

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The room was apparently still in its original state, and even the windows were open.

Ieshige walked to the window, he wanted to know how Chitose felt at that moment, he grabbed the edge of the window and leaned forward involuntarily, as if he would jump out of the window at any moment, he looked down at the ground outside the window, as if he could see that the blood was so bright red and so beautiful flowing silently.

- Yes, she lived, and that was the blood that proved she had lived.

And now the blood on the ground has long been cleaned up by strange adults, and there is even yellow tape around it that is forbidden to enter.

He understood, understood that there was no conspiracy, no strange theory, this was all Chitose's choice, choosing to end the pain with suicide, and in order to prove that he was also alive, the girl who always seemed to have no sense of existence revealed her existence in the most profound way at the most moment.

Ieshige took a few steps back and sat down on the bed, staring darkly at the lifeless flowers on the bedside table, which he and Chihaya had gone to the florist to pick. And next to the vase, there is also a game that is a little out of place in this place, which is the game console he left behind.

Some numb Jia Mao personally picked up the game console, and after turning on the power, the screen suddenly emitted a cold and indifferent fluorescence.

Clicked on the game.,Jia Mao personally looked at the progress of the strategy in the archive.,Unexpectedly found that all the routes have come to an end.,There's TE.,There's HE.,Of course, there's BE.。

Kashige recalls that most of the time she didn't play games with Chitose, so where did the save of 100% progress of these strategies come from?

He seemed to think of a girl smiling at the screen in the silent nights, and in her lonely world, tapping a button to meet one ending after another in another world that was not lonely.

In the end, the girl also chose her own ending in reality.

Kashigeru pressed his face against the screen, biting his lower lip tightly, not making a sound, as if trying his best to suppress the choked pain in his throat.

Don't want to cry.

Don't cry either.

"Ahhhh......h

Alone in the room was the boy's endlessly suppressed screams.