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"I compiled this when I was cleaning up your room. Maybe it will remind you of something."]

[Different from the photos you are looking at on that wall, this photo album contains a large number of your single photos and family photos, but even in these photos with you as the protagonist, you can find a trace in many of them. From the figure of Kunise Honami, it seems that she has indeed been close to you since you were a child, and she can even participate in your own family photos. Your fingers touch the men and women in the photo, trying hard Connect them with their parents. ]

["This album contains probably all the photos you took before you were sixteen." When you turned halfway through the album, Ichinose Honami had packed up everything and stood behind you, her slender arms He wrapped his arms around your neck, rested his delicate chin on your shoulder, and introduced softly. ]

[She pointed to the photos and explained:

"This is the card you gave me on my sixteenth birthday. It was very popular back then. I remember the price was in the five figures."

Honami Ichinose happily clicked on the photo album with his fingers, and gently massaged your temples with his left hand:

"But there was a fool who secretly went to work for people without telling me in order to give me a surprise. In the summer, he wore a thick plush doll suit and stood on the street handing out flyers to others." She breathed into your ear like orchid:

"Fool."]

[You look at yourself in the photo, who is wearing a hairpin for the girl, and you vaguely think of the hairpin. That hairpin... you do seem to have some impressions, but, but.

Memory is like empty gums at this moment. When you don't think about it, you will feel a scratchy itch, but when you really touch it, it feels empty and painful. ]

[You shook your head to throw away this painful thought, and randomly found a topic:

"When did we start dating?"

"On my thirteenth birthday, I mentioned that tomorrow would be our tenth anniversary of dating."

Honami Ichinose answered quickly. She walked into the room with an imposing manner, and came back after a while holding a glass frame.

"I still keep the love letter Ryo wrote to me at that time. This is a testimony of the happiness between the two of us."

But she sighed again and muttered:

"At that time, Liangko wrote me several pages of love letters in one breath. Unfortunately, I lost many of them when I moved, and this is the only one left."]

[You put this glass frame on the cleaned dining table, and there is a piece of open letter paper inside. However, thanks to the preservation measures, it is still intact, and the overall handwriting is not too blurry. Reflecting what Sehonami said about being thirteen, the writing style of this love letter is very childish, and there are no words worth paying attention to. It is probably just a simple recall of the past between the two, and finally said "I like it" A simple format like "you". ]

["Looking at it now, I'm still a little shy, but at that time Ryo wouldn't have thought that ten years later we would have been married for three years."

Honami Ichinose, who was sitting next to you, leaned on your shoulder and murmured to himself like he was reminiscing.

"No matter what Ryo's memory is like, I will always remember the memories Ryo left for me."

"Ah, it's time." Ichinose Honami looked at her watch. The wedding ring on her ring finger was shining.

"I'm going out to work. Liang should stay at home today as usual. Watch TV or look through photo albums. Maybe I can think of some more things."

Hanami Ichinose walked into the room and picked a set of regular clothes from the wardrobe. Different from the impression given by home clothes, Hanami Ichinose looked much more capable and mature when he put on regular clothes. It was only then that you realized that the other party had already You are a working adult, and looking at this situation, your situation is simply like that of a social scum who is not even a househusband, being supported by your wife. ]

["It's okay, my salary is enough to support the two of us, and Ryo doesn't need to feel guilty or anything like that."

She seemed to feel your emotions and came over to hug you again before putting on her shoes:

"Don't worry. If anything happens, just call me. There is only my number in the address book of the landline and mobile phone. I am also the emergency dialer. Today is no different from usual. You will be fine."

You feel like a child left at home by your parents, as if your mother is telling you not to touch this or that. This weird sense of disobedience makes you nod a little irritably, as if you are expecting them to leave as soon as possible. .

"I love you forever."

Before closing the door to the house, Ichinose Honami kissed your lips. You responded to her awkwardly and stiffly, and she finally closed the door and left. ]

[You stood in the house and heard some noises outside. The other person's residual warmth was still on your lips. You stood there quietly. When your lips became cold and the noise outside the house disappeared, you twisted tentatively. door handle. ]

["Squeak."

The door of the room was pushed open as you expected, but there was only a gap, probably only one to two centimeters wide.

You stare at the three iron chains that have been stretched out by your feet. One end of them is fixed to the door frame below, and the other end is inserted into the chain buckle on the outside handle of the door and locked. You tentatively stretched out your hand, but in the end only two fingers came out. You pushed the door hard, but it still didn't move.

To sum up your current situation straightforwardly:

You are imprisoned in this home. ]

[You pace around this home, walking from the kitchen to the living room, opening the refrigerator to look at the ingredients, walking to the living room to touch the decorative paintings. When you realize that you are the only one in this home, a huge emptiness envelopes you like a dark cloud. .

There are no pictures or sounds in your memory. There is not a single thing in this house that you can remember, not even your own photos. No matter how detailed Hanami Ichinose introduces them to you, you don't remember them at all. Don't think about the time you spent with her, except for what happened after waking up this morning until now.

You came to the huge wedding photo again. You closed your eyes and used this as an anchor to start searching in your memory, but in the end you only found layers of smells. It was a smell similar to that of withered and decaying vegetation, familiar. The smell of over-rotted berries, the smell of decayed and dead bodies...the smell of corpses, they flicker in your memory like the last ray of sunset struggling to disappear in the dark night. ]

[You read the love letter said to be written by you to Honami Ichinose again. You carefully compared the handwriting on it with the handwriting on the note you saw in the morning. The human handwriting was indeed It will gradually mature and even change as you grow older, but some habits of writing or the special way of writing a certain word are difficult to change. You read the "love letter" word by word, and finally came up with something. Horrifying conclusion:

The author of this love letter and the author of the note you found this morning are not the same person, although they are both signed "Kitagawa Ryo". ]

["One of them is fake." You found a pen from the study room and wrote your name five times on the paper with your eyes closed.

When you opened your eyes again, you discovered that "Kitagawa Ryo" on the paper was a third type of handwriting that was completely different from the note and love letter. ]

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["If you are confused, please call psychiatrist Sakayanagi Arisu's phone number." After you fell into a huge panic, you subconsciously remembered the information you got in the morning. You almost hurriedly dialed the number you memorized in the living room. With that string of numbers, you were a little worried at first whether Ichinose Honami had blocked the phone number as well, but the call was dialed successfully, which made you relieved. ]

["Hello, this is psychiatrist Sakayanagi Yusu." A cold female voice came from the other side of the phone receiver. Although the other party seemed to be deliberately making her voice sound more mature, you still judged that She should not be older than eighteen years old. In other words, this is an underage high school student claiming to be a psychiatrist, maybe even younger.

This reality made what you wanted to say suddenly choke in your throat. You decided to test the other person's understanding of you:

"May I ask who I am?"

"Um?"]

[Sakayanagi Yusu seems to be interested in this. Her mouth is closer to the phone, and the slight breathing sound reaches your ears more obviously, creating a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere. Under her influence Affected, your breathing can't help but become a little heavier.

"You are my patient No. 1, Mr. Kitagawa Ryo. I am glad to receive your call again."

She seemed to be looking for some information.

"We haven't spoken on the phone in two years and one hundred and twenty-eight days."]

["Two years and one hundred and twenty-eight days? What do you mean?"

"That's literally what it means."

Over there, Yusu Sakayanagi sighed. She seemed to have found your medical record and was reading it to you line by line:

"Ryo Kitagawa, twenty years old, symptoms include amnesia."

"You should be lucky that because your illness is quite special, I even left a special file for you."

The sounds of keyboard typing and mouse clicks came from the receiver. ]

["There are two main types of amnesia." Sakayanagi Yusu explained to you,

"The most common thing is that patients can't remember an event that happened, and the more recent the event, the more affected it is. For example, if a patient was in a car accident, they may not remember the accident, or they may not remember what happened before the car accident. days or weeks, but - for example - clearly remember everything that happened six months before the car accident."

"The other kind is more rare." She said, "Sometimes short-term stored memories cannot be converted into long-term stored memories. People who have this happen can only live in the present and can only recall what just happened, and the memory can only It lasts for a short period of time."

"It's unfortunate that you have both symptoms at the same time."

"You lose memories of the past and can't build new memories."

She seemed to be drinking something. After moistening her throat, she continued to say with interest:

"What's even rarer is that your memory storage method is different from that of most amnesia patients. For example, many amnesia patients cannot have a continuous chat with me because they forget the topic after a while, but you But it can be remembered for a long time."

"round-the-clock?"

You remembered what Ichinose Honami said about you losing your memory every morning.

"Yes, twenty-four hours."

There was a trace of confusion in her voice, and her professional words made you subconsciously ignore the other person's age.

"Twenty-four hours, it shows that you can completely transform memories from short-term storage to long-term storage, but I still don't understand why you can't save them."]

["Is there any way you can help me?" You asked as if holding the last straw. This situation without memory almost drove you crazy. You couldn't trust anyone. Those three handwritings were like three handfuls. The spear penetrated hard into your brain, and all kinds of conjectures floated inside. ]

"Of course, you are my patient after all."

Sakayanagi Yusu yawned lazily, and she affirmed with great confidence:

"Actually, if your girlfriend hadn't forcefully refused to let you get into psychiatric treatment three years ago, you might have recovered your memory long ago."

"Three years ago? How old were you three years ago?"

You caught the doubt in the other person's words and asked subconsciously. ]

["It's impolite to ask a girl's age, Mr. Kitagawa Ryo."

The voice over there smiled, and the words she spat out next made you freeze in place.

"Next I will talk about some keywords that trigger your memory. Please think hard."

The receiver in your hand fell to the ground with a clang, like a skeleton falling to the ground. The sound was crisp and clear, and it seemed extremely lonely in the empty room. ]

["White Room (White Room)."]

[She said this. ]

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The Summer of Ichinose Honami Reappears: Chapter 27: Awakening from a Dream?

[You have no memory of the past, just like this room where the walls and ceiling are painted snow white, it is completely void and blank.

But later, someone tells you that you have a sister. She is not related to you by blood, but she has grown up with you and is no different from your actual family. Your memory suddenly wakes up.

Yes, you think of the girl who always follows you and calls you "brother".

Under the arrangement of the teacher, you saw her again, and she was still as beautiful.

After that, you stroked her head countless times, but every time, when you stroked the satin-like hair again, your heart would bow down to it, and your whole soul seemed to be immersed in the feeling conveyed by those fingertips. Come and go in tenderness.

The girl lying there quietly on the big feather-like bed was so lovable, yet so fragile and fragile, like the most exquisite porcelain.

The best apples will become ugly due to oxidation if they are exposed to the air for too long, so they must be protected at all times and placed in this white world that is insulated from the outside world and does not contain anyone else.

"elder brother."

Whenever this word comes out of your sister's mouth, your heart feels as satisfied as if you have tasted the sweetest honey.

"I heard that my brother's test score was number one today."

My sister has no talent at all, especially compared to you who was trained as a genius even here, the gap is as vast as the world.

He is clumsy in action due to his physical condition, he knows nothing about learning, he is a tone-deaf, his physical fitness is at the lowest point among ordinary people, he is ignorant of the rules of board games, he cannot draw, and he has no idea about interpersonal communication at all.

If she were alone, she wouldn't be able to survive in this world full of cruel competition.

"I'm working hard for you."

You always say this.

Therefore, you will make double or even more efforts for your sister. You must act as your sister's protector so that she can survive well.

"Um."

Whispering softly in the distance between each other's breaths.

You originally thought that days like this would continue until—

The black and white chess pieces are fighting on the chessboard under the command of the chess players.

Your fingers are trembling, and you can hardly hold the chess piece in your hand.

I want to close my eyes and escape, but the pointer is still ticking.

He wanted to stand up and run away, but his whole body seemed to be firmly fixed in place by nails.

The pure white house gradually dissolved like a dream, like pure white snowflakes falling on a hot red stove, pattering and disintegrating.

The dark purple pupils of the person confronting him were like a deep pool with no end in sight, and they seemed to be roaring greetings with a huge open mouth.

"Geniuses cannot be created, just as mortals cannot rival gods."

Her attack was like a violent storm.

"Like Oedipus, or Icarus."

She shook her head, and her silver hair swayed.

"If you get too close to the sun, your false wings will be burned, and people will fall high - high."

Her green-white fingertips pushed the jade-like chess piece, and she took the final step towards Kitagawa Ryo: