[Comprehensive] I am dying with the target person every day

——It hurts, it hurts so much.

It turns out that death is not about closing your eyes and falling into a deathly silence.Tsurumi Hana felt pain all over her body, her body seemed to be sliced ​​open piece by piece by a razor blade, the blood flowed from her body unstoppably, her hands and feet gradually became cold and stiff, even the temperature of the person holding her Unable to perceive.

It was difficult to breathe, and I couldn't open my eyelids with all my strength. From time to time, I heard the sound of hurried running and the sound of electronic equipment and machinery buzzing in my ears.

elder brother……

She struggled to raise her hand, but her whole body was like cotton, and she couldn't lift it up. It wasn't until someone grabbed her hand that she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, barely opened a slit of her eyes, and what she saw was a hazy All white.

"Don't be afraid, little Leila, brother is here," the man's vague voice seemed to come from far away. He held her hand and raised his other hand, just like usual, Gently pinching her cheek, her tone was unbelievably brisk, "Just like usual, just sleep quietly, and when you wake up, the matter will be over."

Tsurumi Hana stood in front of the mirror and had been in a daze for 15 minutes.

The girl in the mirror has long, soft white hair that is just shoulder-length, and the ends are slightly curled inwards. She has light purple quiet eyes. She is wearing a cute maid outfit in a coffee shop, with lace on the sleeves and skirt. The tutu skirt supported by thin steel wires is really, really cute.

It took Tsurumi Hana two seconds to understand her situation—she in this world was already dead, and suffered such a serious injury, even with the healing ability of Harumi no Homura and the advanced medical treatment her brother obtained from the parallel world could not There is a way to save her, so, I don't know what method he used to send her consciousness to himself in the parallel world, thus gaining rebirth.

Then she spent the remaining fourteen minutes, struggling to digest the embarrassing fact that she was working in a coffee shop in such a ridiculous dress in the parallel world.

... Let's quit.

"Hua Yi, are you feeling unwell?" The voice of the maid in the coffee shop came in through the bathroom door with concern.

Tsurumi Hana, who wasted water by turning on the faucet, was silent for a few seconds, then turned on the faucet: "Ah... no."

She opened the bathroom door, blinked slightly and asked, "How many minutes are left to get off work? Where is the tallest building nearby?"

"Eh? There is still about 10 minutes for lunch break. If it is nearby... the Iijima Building where we are now is the tallest." The maid lady was stunned, "Huayi, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to think about life."

...that's weird.

Tsurumi Hana chose to go to the rooftop because she wanted to survey the surrounding terrain, at least she had to know the general direction of where she was, so she could blow some wind to calm down.

Well, it's too bad, she doesn't have her own memory in the parallel world, so the most important question now is,

—Where does she live tonight.

What about "it's over when you wake up", brother, is it really okay for you to boast so irresponsibly?It's clearly a mess!

Ah, she really shouldn't have hoped for that second-year illness.

Tsurumi Hana frowned unconscionably, and searched her pockets, hoping to find some hints to get her out of this predicament. It would be even better if she could find a note with her home address written on it and a key up.

No, that's impossible, right?It's not that you have "Alzheimer's disease" and you have to write a note at any time to prevent yourself from getting lost. It's better to say that you in the parallel world really have Alzheimer's.

Of course, she didn't find the note with the address written on it, but Tsurumi Hana did find a photo that was put close to her body in her pocket.

The background is the coffee shop just now. The photo seems to have been secretly photographed. The man in the photo has a handsome profile and soft, fluffy black short hair. He is wearing a light brown windbreaker, revealing the cuffs of his wrists and neck. They were all covered with bandages, with a light and fluffy smile that seemed to be teasing people, as if they were talking to the person across the table, but the person on the other side was not photographed, leaving only a green cover notebook in front of the table corner of .

With perfect appearance, is this the person "Tsurumi Hana" has a crush on in this world?

Kai Tsurumi had already imagined a "beautiful story of a brief encounter between a maid in a coffee shop and a young man who happened to be sitting in the shop". Just as she was about to put the photo back in her pocket, she heard a man behind her who was leisurely and excited. Relaxed voice: "Ah, today's weather is really nice, and the building is also very high. Well, if you fall from this place, the angle is not bad. It's really an excellent place for suicide."

suicide?

Tsurumi Hana was stunned for a moment, and when she turned her head, she saw the person in the photo.

As if he just saw her, he put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, tilted his head slightly, and made an invitation: "This beautiful lady, do you think so, that's why you are here? If so , do you want to die for love with me?"

"No," Tsurumi Huayi said expressionlessly, "I'm just here to blow some air."

"Oh, what a pity." He said "regret" but there was no expression of "regret" on his face. He leisurely stepped over the low and precarious railing on the roof. When he jumped down, he was grabbed from behind. Live the windbreaker.

"Wait a minute!" Tsurumi Huayi thinks that she must have a conscience, although since her brother suddenly suffered a second stroke one day and went farther and farther on the magical road of "ruling the world", Huayi's conscience that drags him back is also She was almost eaten by a dog, but Tsurumi Hana felt that the person in front of her was also the person that "Tsurumi Hana" liked. She occupied someone else's body and helped her keep the life of the person she liked, which was also a payment. After paying some rent, "Life is precious! Is there anything you can't think about... eh?"

Wait, wait!

There was a crisp sound of breaking, and the rusty railing collapsed without warning after being pressed down by the girl.

Her pupils constricted suddenly, Tsurumi Hana, who didn't have time to withdraw her hand and backed up, felt that her body was empty, and then she rolled over.

...Kai Tsurumi felt that she must have offended Lady Luck.

Don't tell her that she will be smashed to pieces again just after being resurrected, hey!

"Ah, that's..." When Tsurumi Hana and the black-haired youth fell together, the photo that Hana was holding in her hand also flew out. The photo taken secretly in the coffee shop, and then reminiscent of the girl in front of him "desperately" to save him, made a long voice "uh", reached out and grabbed the girl who had subconsciously closed her eyes tightly and dragged her into his arms, slightly raising her hand. Raising his lips, he asked in a good mood, "Didn't you just say that you don't want to die with me? Then why did you jump off with me without hesitation while taking my photo? Ah, I understand, I just said You don’t want to, but you try your best, right?”

No, it's not, it's just that she was unlucky...

"No matter how you look at it, it's impossible for me to jump down voluntarily!" Tsurumi Hana replied angrily. On the way down, she suddenly opened her mouth and was sucked in a big mouthful of air. The hands on the youth's sleeves tightened abruptly.

Eh?Wait... why is the illusion not responding!

Pupils constricted suddenly, and when Tsurumi Hana was feeling at a loss, the man holding her held the back of her head and pressed her close to his chest, and sighed helplessly: "Hey, although I want to commit suicide, but I don't want to cause trouble for people."

"Kunikida-kun, I'm counting on you." A man's relaxed and happy voice came from above his head.

"To what extent are you, a trouble-making machine, going to mess up my plan!" Following another man's furious reprimand, a rope fell from the sky, and Tsurumi Hana heard the black-haired young man whisper, "Hold me tight!" ", she subconsciously hugged the man's neck tightly, and when she looked up, she found that the man had firmly grasped the end of the thrown rope and wrapped it tightly around his hand.

A man with flaxen hair and wearing glasses stepped on the window sill, holding the other end of the rope in his hand, struggling to pull the rope, with blue veins on his head, gnashing his teeth and dragging the two of them up bit by bit .

That should be "Kunikida-kun" in men's mouth.

After finally dragging the two of them upstairs, Kunikida, who was completely exhausted, slumped on the ground, pulled off the top button, and said out of breath: "Normally, there will be someone at work who talks This building seems to be very suitable for jumping, did you just walk away alone?"

"Isn't this an 'ordinary situation'?" The black-haired young man flicked his wrist, which was bruised and purple by the rope, without the slightest sign of apology on his face. It’s not a very pleasant way to die by falling from midair with a broken hand.”

happy way to die...

Tsurumi Hana thinks that this person is sick in the head.

She frowned, and looked around the tragic room that looked like a crime scene. There was a large dark red blood stain in the corner, glass shards and book scraps were scattered all over the floor, and there were traces drawn by the police on the blood-stained ground. fixed line.

Are they the police or something?Forget it, this kind of thing is fine anyway.

The point is, why did her illusion fail?

"As I said, today I must strictly implement my plan no matter what. According to my plan, we should have completed evidence collection at 12:35, arrived at the police station at 12:50, and arrived at the police station at 1:00. I had finished filing by the time,” the man named Kunikida was still knocking on the green-covered notebook in his hand, complaining endlessly to the black-haired young man with a light smile, “It’s not 12:45, our The evidence collection is only half done!"

"Well, there are still girls here. Kunikida-kun has been talking about plans, but he won't be popular with girls." The young man reminded him vaguely.

"Hmph." After reacting, Kunikida pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, barely restrained himself, and stopped explaining the plan in detail in front of outsiders.

But Tsurumi Hana is actually not in the mood to care about this. As an illusionist, Tsurumi Hana urgently needs to prove the reason why her illusion cannot be used.Hana was not paying attention to their conversation at all, and it was even less likely that she would be in the mood to care about other details. Out of politeness, she bowed to them and said, "Thank you, Mr. Kunikida, for saving me..."

Although it was his accomplice who caused her to fall.

"I still have work to do, so I'm sorry." She ended the possibility of continuing the topic.

"Ah," Kunikida nodded, and bowed to the black-haired young man, "Our detective agency has caused you trouble, I'm sorry."

Detective agency, is it a detective?

"You're welcome." This message only passed in Tsurumi Hana's mind briefly, and did not attract her much attention, although after a short time, she would be very grateful that she still listened to it when her brain was so chaotic. After entering Kunikida's unintentional words, she smiled lightly, but she was not in the mood to entangle with them any more. After leaving the words, she turned and left the appalling office.

"Isn't Kunikida too friendly?" The young man who had his head pressed rubbed his neck after the girl left. Under Kunikida's bewildered eyes, he turned his head to look at the blood-stained wall and ground, and hooked Cursing his lips, "Kunikida-kun, don't you think that the lady clerk in the coffee shop is too calm in the face of a crime scene like this?"

Was that, for her, a commonplace sight...?

Ten minutes later, Tsurumi Hana, who was wearing a maid outfit in a coffee shop, returned to the store. The lunch break had just ended, and she pulled her cute clothes in disgust. She was considering whether to resign. A colleague who passed by reminded her that the mobile phone in the closet kept ringing.

Hua Yi found the key in his pocket and opened the closet. Apart from a set of daily clothes for changing, the most conspicuous thing in the closet was the smartphone placed on top of the clothes.

There is a password... Fortunately, there is no need to enter the password to answer the phone.

Tsurumi Kai casually swiped the phone screen, and soon saw the phone screen lit up, she picked up the phone, a special voice processed by a voice changer came out from the phone, and said slowly: "Why? No hands? Layla."

"Do it?" She repeated the word subconsciously, flipping through the original belongings of "Tsurumi Hana" in the cabinet, feeling a little puzzled.

"Hey! The deposit has already been called to you, don't you want to go back on your word?" Hearing Tsurumi Hana's confused question, the person suddenly panicked, with an anxious tone, "How long will it take you to kill that guy?"

butchered...

The change of clothes placed in the wardrobe is a black knee-length dress paired with an off-white windbreaker jacket. Whether it is a plain dress or a windbreaker, they are both very neat and simple styles. Tsurumi Hana checked the clothes over and over again , I only found 1000 yen in my pocket, why is there no portrait of "Hideyo Noguchi" on this yen, can it be fake?

"Well, sorry, who to kill?" She carefully identified the authenticity of the money, and blinked lightly.

"Are you kidding me? Layla!" Amid the sudden roar of the other party, Tsurumi Hana pulled the phone away from her ear slightly, but the frustrated voice still clearly reached the girl's ears, "Didn't you just now?" Did you hug that guy and jump off the roof?!"

Tsurumi Hana was silent: "..."

Huh?No, wait, eh, so that person is not the person "Tsurumi Hana" has a crush on, but the assassination target? !