Quanzai Cone

"So, the job before Zhijun...was he a 'literary hero'?" I asked blankly.

"No," Zhijun smiled heartily, "it's the leader of the Mafia."

"……what?"

I can still recall the absurdity of hearing an answer I didn't expect at all, my mind wandering, and I unconsciously poking at the screen of my phone.

The monitor was motionless, showing Zhijun who had been in a daze—but this was just a replaced recording, and Zhijun told me about it after the ceremony.

For a while, I thought of Zhijun who didn’t know where he went and what he did, and for a while, I was annoyed that I was kept in the dark by the recording screen for a long time before. ..."

Is it too dependent, and I feel uneasy when I can't see it.

"Really, cheer up!" I patted my cheeks, grabbed [sabot] and stood up from the desk with a "swish".

It's better to go out for a walk more!

With such determination, I locked the dormitory and went out. When I collected the keys and turned around, I saw the closed door on the opposite side and couldn't help but stop.

After the New Year's celebration, the senior gradually disappeared, and recently he didn't return to the dormitory even once...

I dialed the number that was usually answered within seconds, but now I couldn't get through. Unsurprisingly, I got the prompt "The number you dialed is not answered, please try again later".Cut to the text message interface, the reply to the last inquiry was already half a month ago, and the senior only replied with a simple [good].

[Senior, are you really okay?If there is anything I can help with, please let me know! 】

I pressed send, waited for a while and didn't see the audio, and put away [sabot] with a frown.

February is about to enter, and the signs of spring are still far away. The snow is not falling much, and the thin sky shines through the clouds. The isolated island seems to be in a sleepy dream, presenting a fragile and peaceful atmosphere.

The boss was the only one in the coffee shop. He sat behind the counter and wiped the dishes. When he saw me coming in, he greeted me, "Good afternoon, Miss Gan, is it still the same?"

"Well, latte, thank you boss." I responded with a smile.

As usual, I chose a place by the window. While waiting for coffee, I noticed that the background sound in the store was replaced by old songs with a sense of age.

It seems to be called "city-pop" style?In short, it can immediately remind people of the 80s of the last century.As I don't know much about music, I can't help but lazily lift my cheeks when I listen to the brisk and soft melody.

"The coffee is ready, please take your time." The boss put the porcelain cup on the table and started talking with me.

"Does Miss Gan like listening to old songs?" he asked.

I stirred my coffee and replied, "I don't pay attention to old and new, just listen to what suits my ears. However, the old songs of the last century are still very different from the songs of today."

"It's temperament." The boss said with a smile, "Different ages have different temperaments, and the songs created can taste this different temperament from the tune to the lyrics."

I agree with him.

The two chatted about their favorite songs again, and the boss got very excited, and when I was about to leave, he forced me a vinyl record of his long-collected 80s masterpiece compilation.

Before I could say that the dormitory lacked a player for playback, the boss enthusiastically pointed out: "I remember that there is a record player in the grocery store that has been backlogged for a long time. You can ask for it!"

I had no choice but to keep thanking, leaving the coffee shop for the grocery store with this sudden gift in my arms, and quickly got the record player smoothly.

The packed machine is not very heavy, and I can lift it by myself, but the walking speed inevitably slows down.In the middle of the return journey, I carefully put down the suitcase to take a rest, and took out my mobile phone to send a message to Zhijun.

[I got a special gift from the owner of the coffee shop today!It is a vinyl record that contains a lot of popular songs in the 80s of the last century, and I got a record player from a grocery store~ I will send it to Zhijun later! =w=]

Zhijun, who didn't know what he was doing, replied me quickly: 【It's better for two people to listen to this kind of stuff together.Just stay in Miss Guang's dormitory. 】

After the New Year's celebration, although Zhijun went out many times, he never met me. Thinking of the hidden meaning behind this news, I couldn't help smiling, and tapped the screen briskly.

【OK, all right! 】

After finishing the communication, I just put the phone back into my pocket, picked up the suitcase and wanted to continue walking to the dormitory, when suddenly someone blocked my way.

"Good afternoon, Miss Gan."

It's the watchman I haven't seen in a long time.Even when he was saying greetings, his face was still cold, and he looked down at me like an eagle locking its prey.

I hugged the box tightly and took half a step back, and asked politely: "Good afternoon, what's the matter?"

"About the inmate 'Zhi', you still haven't heard anything?" He asked routinely.

My expression is very natural: "Yes, but I am trying..."

Blindly refusing will only make the shelter completely disappointed. If a new counselor is sent to take over Zhijun, the situation will become troublesome.Except for the fact that I felt cheated and didn't cooperate when I first became a regular, I submitted a report on the monthly tasks in a "tactful" way--in the morning and afternoon, I described in detail how I did my tricks. Baichu tries to build a good relationship with Zhijun.

It's just that Zhijun's reaction falls on the paper of the report, and it will always be "unmoved" in different expressions.

In fact, I'm not writing nonsense... His attitude has always been indifferent, and it only changed in the past two months.

I said honestly and confidently: "I have really worked hard, and I believe that after a while, I will be able to reap the results..."

The watchman was noncommittal and announced the new decision in a low voice.

"No, there's no need." He said, "Miss Gan, you don't have to worry about the 'treatment' of the detainees, and you can wait for the new mission in the shelter."

I pressed the box with my fingertips, my heart tightened, and I raised my head to look at him.The watchman nodded coldly, turned around and left quickly.

The increased anxiety brought a sense of crisis. I took a deep breath to calm down my rapid heartbeat. After hearing a text message prompt, I absent-mindedly put down the box again and took out the [sabot].

【Haruto's memory is about to recover. 】

——From a senior who lost contact for half a month.