A series of questions about everything that happened behind that door, the change in his left eye, and so on, have been bothering Sousuke Araki for a whole month.

And Mochizuki Ayano, the only one who knows the truth, is still a mystery.

In the early morning after Mon Ranbon, Sousuke Araki kicked through an iron gate and returned from a world that no one knew about behind the door.

After waking up in the hospital, Mochizuki Ayano, who was originally held in his arms, has long since disappeared.

After that, no matter how Araki Sousuke asked, this old man of Tokimoto, who oppressed him with many identities such as "the president of the association of Kotori Yu True Bow", "Hanyu Mai's uncle", "Yamada Kengo's master", and so on, did not respond to him directly.

The other party only agreed with Sosuke Araki that he would go to Kawasaki Daishiji Temple first and complete a one-month "retreat" before explaining the situation to him.

"Hey, instead of telling you, it's more convincing to take you directly to her now, right?"

"What, go, go to her?"

"Who? Mochizuki? ”

"When? Right now? ”

Hearing his words, the three people in front of them suddenly became excited.

Ichiro Tokimoto put the tea back on the table and smiled crookedly at the three people with blank faces.

"That's right, go now."

……

Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan.

Led by a nurse, Sosuke Araki walked down the dim and pale corridor.

Walking side by side with him are naturally Yuma Bow Kotori, Kengo Yamada and Ichiro Tokimoto.

White walls, white floors, white furniture, and the smell of disinfectant on the face......

The "research institute" in the mouth of President Tokimoto felt more like a hospital to Sosuke Araki.

Although he didn't like the indifference of this place, when he stepped into it, he was relieved.

When President Ben suddenly said, "I'm going to see her now," he actually had a little palpitation and apprehension.

After all, when he regained consciousness and kicked through the iron door to return to his Kuramae apartment, the blood-covered and poignant-looking Ayano Mochizuki in his arms had often appeared in his dreams for the past month.

From the current point of view, the old man did not take him directly to the Spiritual Garden, at least it means that the girl ......

After losing Kohei and Reiko, he didn't want to see anyone he knew leave.

After passing the identity verification, walking through several iron gates, and going through layers of disinfection, several people changed into disposable protective clothing and entered a closed sterile ward.

Through a transparent floor-to-ceiling glass, the girl that everyone cared about naturally appeared in front of them.

In the room behind the glass, Ayano Mochizuki, wearing a hospital gown, was lying quietly on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, holding a conch like a ruby in her hand.

Dense monitoring and life-sustaining equipment are attached to her petite body.

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The shoulder-length curls of the original fluffy and cute blonde seem to have been cut to be as playful as a little boy for easy care.

She is usually aggressive, but now she looks as petite and fragile as a porcelain doll.

There was a heavy silence in the room, and only the ticking of instruments could be heard.

"Mochizuki ......"

Looking at the familiar face behind the glass, Sosuke Araki couldn't help but think of the other party humming disdainfully, "I don't need you to come to visit the patient".

However, she could only lie motionless now, unable to do anything.

"Ayano-chan!"

As if afraid to break the silence in the room, the little bird Yuma Gong covered his mouth hard, but he couldn't stop the large crystal from sliding down his eye socket.

She couldn't contact Mochizuki Ayano, so she vaguely guessed that the other party must have been seriously injured.

However, when the cruel reality is in front of us, the real impact is irreplaceable by any imagination.

"When she was brought in, she actually only lost a single eyeball due to excessive blood loss, but under the most advanced medical conditions in Japan, she has almost recovered......"

The nurse on the side whispered the situation to everyone, and her eyes were full of pity when she looked at Mochizuki Ayano.

“…… Yet, for some reason, she never regained consciousness. ”

"Wait! You say you lost your eye......"

Hearing her words, Sosuke Araki suddenly realized something, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice suddenly rose.

The little bird on the side, Yu Zhengong, gently tugged at his sleeve and reminded him to be quieter.

“…… Lost an eye? Which one is it? ”

Sousuke Araki took a deep breath, tried his best to calm his emotions, and asked in a deep voice.

"Ah, yes, yes...... It's the left eye......"

Watched by the golden-black-haired, crime-filled man with such a ferocity mixed with sadness, the nurse subconsciously picked up the folder in her hand and protected it to her chest.

Left ...... Left eye? Hey...... I see......"

Hearing this expected answer, Sosuke Araki smiled palely.

"I said that even if I had European ancestry, it was impossible for my eyes to mutate in adulthood."

Gently covering his left eye under the blindfold, Sousuke Araki's expression became more and more complicated.

"Moreover, even the volume of the pupils seems to be smaller than before......"

What happened in the world behind that giant dark red door......

Unexpectedly, Mochizuki Ayano chosen, in a certain way, gave his left eye to himself.

Is it to get out of that place, or to save yourself?

All these questions, perhaps only when Mochizuki Ayano wakes up, will there be a correct answer.

However, from the moment when all kinds of speculations were born in the bottom of my heart, an inexplicable sense of guilt and guilt began to gnaw at Sousuke Araki's heart like a piranha.

"After a joint diagnosis by the Soul Destroyer Association and the Research Institute, it seems that she forcibly activated some kind of forbidden technique, causing the soul in her body to be torn in half."

Ichiro Tokimoto looked at Mochizuki Ayano behind the glass and sighed heavily.

"Soul, torn? So, can't you just think of a way to cure her? ”

Sosuke Araki turned around and grabbed Ichiro Tokimoto's wrist.

Kengo Yamada on the side whispered comfortingly, "Araki-senpai, if you want to heal a torn soul, that's something that only legendary gods can do. ”

From ancient times to the present, the human soul has always been the most mysterious and unexplored realm.

"That's right, in the past month, both the Institute and the Soul Exterminator Association have tried various methods...... But the result, that's what you're seeing. ”

Speaking of this, Ichiro Shimoto's increasingly thin face also showed deep self-blame.

After all, on that night ten years ago, he promised his friend to take good care of the child.

Now, such a situation has occurred, and he is naturally to blame.