Chapter 2

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In a daze, Takizawa Sei found himself surrounded by a crowd, their voices clamorous. The memories that followed were fragmented and scattered, but when he opened his eyes and saw the stark white ceiling, he understood—

Grandpa is saved!!!

No longer bound by any system, no longer needing to care about those tedious missions, now he was—

Free!

Freedom, pure freedom!

Hahaha.

Laughing heartily by the window three times, Takizawa Sei eagerly engaged in rehabilitation exercises. His black-and-white curly hair was disheveled and sticking up; though his whole body ached, the feeling of being alive was so vivid!

“Quite a surprise you’re still alive... I remember your breathing actually stopped in the ambulance.”

At the door of the hospital room, a young man with an unruly figure leaned against the frame with arms crossed, glancing at Takizawa Sei with a raised brow.

“Looks like I have good physical fitness,” Sei replied.

“Good? Not to that extent. Are you a monster or something?” Matsuda Jinpei mocked. “Anyway, it seems you’re pretty lucid now. Do you remember who hit you? What was the license plate number?”

Thinking of the middle-aged man who staggered away, Sei paused. “No, no one hit me.”

“Huh?”

“I fell off the overpass,” Sei said firmly.

The man opposite him hesitated, clearly thinking: Who are you trying to fool?

The guardrail on the overpass was at least one and a half meters tall; even a drunkard would have trouble falling off. There was no alcohol in Sei’s blood, so the answer was clear—

“Why did you try to kill yourself?”

Sei was taken aback. “Don’t spread rumors.”

“You look like someone who really wanted to die.”

Matsuda Jinpei said this in an extremely casual tone.

?

Is that something an emotionally normal adult office worker would say?

“Look at your pale face,” the curly-haired youth said cautiously as he closed the window. “It’s so cold outside. Why don’t you just stay tucked in bed instead of catching a chill?”

“The weather is nice!” Sei raised his hand. “Who says only sunny days are good weather? Torrential rain has its own charm. You probably don’t understand the joy of running and laughing in a fierce storm!”

The nurse coming to change the IV spoke lazily, “I don’t get it. I just want to keep my clothes dry.”

“Ah, Nami-chan!”

“Please don’t call me Nami. Call me Miss Furubayashi.”

“Alright, Miss Furubayashi.”

“You still have the energy to joke around. Looks like you’re recovering well.” Miss Furubayashi checked Sei’s IV line. “Dislocated leg bones, broken rib cage, head covered in blood...”

Sei grinned. “I’m strong!”

“Get back in bed!”

“Oh...” Sei’s expression instantly turned obedient and he reluctantly climbed back onto the bed.

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“Pft!” Miss Furubayashi burst out laughing.

Sei pushed his walker aside and patted the foot of his bed. “Come, have a seat. Want to chat?”

“No thanks, I have other patients to see.”

Matsuda Jinpei handed him a tissue. “Here.”

Just a few steps had already drenched Sei in sweat.

“Thanks.”

He carefully pinched the tissue with two fingers wrapped in bandages and wiped the sweat from his face. The young man opposite him lowered his gaze. Sei naturally tapped the bedrail with his arm still hooked to the IV. “Why are you just standing there? Do you want me to feel the pressure of being interrogated by a detective?”

Matsuda Jinpei sighed, placing the items he brought on the bedside table. Sei sniffed. “Today it’s porridge.”

“Bought from the breakfast shop downstairs.”

“I was just about to say you’re quite thoughtful.”

The black-haired youth lowered his eyes, a look half mocking, half amused.

Sei patted the packaging. “Thanks.”

He hesitated, then added, “Not just this.”

Matsuda Jinpei pulled over a chair and sat down gently. “With this resolve, once you heal, find a job and slowly pay me back.”

Sei nodded. Although Matsuda hadn’t said it outright, he knew well enough — hospitals weren’t charities. The surgery and medical fees alone could put him in debt to loan sharks.

“Also, how’s your memory?”

Matsuda Jinpei asked with concern.

“Half and half. I can’t say how much I’ve forgotten or remembered,” Sei said casually, leaning back. “It’s just a concussion, not a total wipe. My language center and emotions are fine, so I think it’s good enough.”

“...”

The young man was momentarily silent.

Matsuda Jinpei didn’t stay long. As he left, he ran into Miss Furubayashi, whose eyes held a trace of melancholy.

“He looks cheerful and healthy.”

Miss Furubayashi walked beside Matsuda, holding a work sheet.

“Though the surveillance footage only caught a corner, it clearly shows—he jumped off himself... fell from midair, then was hit, thrown, and crushed by a vehicle.”

Matsuda Jinpei’s tone was calm. “The footage also shows he struggled and climbed all the way to a phone booth.”

It was widely known news. That night, the bloodstains Sei left stretched far and wide, making the cleanup especially difficult. Morning dog walkers were scared stiff. Various photos spread online, and the media eventually released a few seconds of that night’s surveillance footage, stating the injured party had been sent to the hospital and was in good condition, then dropped the matter.

Matsuda Jinpei recalled Sei’s bright, lively eyes.

...No matter how you look at it, they didn’t seem to belong to someone with suicidal thoughts...

But if it wasn’t suicide, then what...?

“Oh my God! Matsuda-san, look over there!”

Miss Furubayashi screamed beside him. Matsuda Jinpei stood on the glass corridor connecting the inpatient ward and the consultation department. In the distance, he saw—

A young man with black-and-white mixed hair, half his body already leaning out the window. One hand reached up into the air, as if yearning for something unattainable.

His palm pressed against the window ledge, still exerting force to prevent himself from falling forward.

“That guy!”

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