Now suddenly someone told him, "You are not alone, I am just like you."

The next moment, he watched the iron door of the Ferris wheel car close with a "clang" and rise slowly in his sight.

——Looking back later, it was like a slow train heading towards hell.

At that time, they all thought it was just an ordinary parting.

It was like one busy morning in the Search Class 1. The girl who had handed in the report came to his desk and said to him with a smile: "I want to eat the custard buns downstairs. Senior, bring one for me when I go out to buy breakfast."

Bar?"

He would look at her with disgust, but walk towards the elevator honestly.

Then he would take her favorite custard buns and throw them on her table together with the hot milk he bought, and she would immediately look up and glare at him.

Her pretty face was dyed with vitality by the rising sun, just like her lively figure in his memory.

Everything ends in that grand fireworks.

The explosion took away her life and even her "existence".

As if overnight, her figure was lost in everyone's memory.

The colleagues who greeted her with a smile yesterday did not remember, the prisoners she arrested did not remember, and everyone who had ever interacted with her had her existence erased from their memories.

He went back to his memory of her school, her family, the shops she often visited...

No matter how he explained or described her appearance to others, he could only get blank looks from them.

He lost her, her company, her life, even...her existence.

It was as if her arrival was just to weave a grand and illusory dream for him. Once he woke up from the dream, there was no trace of her.

He began to feel scared, he was afraid that he would forget her too.

After a person leaves, he can only live in the memory of others. Now she has disappeared from everyone's memory. If he forgets her again...

She never existed again.

That is something more unforgettable than death...forgetting.

He began to imitate her to make egg porridge for himself, began to imitate her to eat the custard buns under the police station, began to imitate her to tidy up the room, began to imitate her...

After she left, he gradually transformed himself into her image.

If one day, even he couldn't help but forget her existence, then at least his existence could prove that she had been here.

She had left such a profound imprint on this world. She was alive in his memory, engraved in his bones and blood, and carved into his life.

He almost clung to such desperate hope to survive.

Until he saw Kumisa Furukawa.

This little girl whose name he didn't even remember at first had the same clear eyes as hers and said the same words as hers.

He suddenly felt that everything he insisted on had meaning.

Matsuda Jinpei never believed in ghosts and gods, but at that moment, he suddenly and sincerely thanked God for his blessing.

He had no time to delve into the connection between this person named Furukawa Kumisa and the girl in his memory.

But just seeing some shadow of the past in her already made him happy.

——That is proof that she once existed.

It's great that besides himself, there is someone in this world who can prove her existence.

He will find out their relationship, and then...
Chapter completed!