[Comprehensive] Late Night Radio

The blue sky spreads out without bounds.

Planes roared across the sky.The surrounding fields are criss-crossed, and occasionally you can meet villagers working in the fields.

This kind of scenery is absolutely impossible to see in the city where he and I are.

——Charasuke and I are currently in Akita.

If you want to ask why we have traveled so far, it is because my hometown is here.

This is where my deceased grandparents, and my equally deceased father, once lived.

After my father died, my mother put all the things related to my father in this place.

In other words, if you want to investigate things related to your father, you can only come here.

A few days ago, at the invitation of Xiaojie and Qi Ya, I experienced the fun of "Greed Island" with them.

Although because they have already beaten this game not long ago, it has become nothing new.But I found out in the game that I had played Greedy Island with someone.

What came up from the depths of my memory was the missing part of my memory.

I recalled playing it with the guy who kidnapped me.

But... the first name lying in the address book is my father's name.

This got me into a mess for a while, and anyway, playing games with my dead dad is an impossible thing in and of itself.

"It might just be someone else who used your father's name." —— After Xiaojie and Qiya told me this, I was relieved a lot.

only……

This matter lingered in my mind, and even made me dream for several days, dreaming of being with my father.

It's ridiculous to say that I don't even have the slightest impression of his appearance, yet I still have such a dream.

Last night, I had a nightmare.

I dreamed of the scene where my father was killed, and the smell of blood mingled in the small room where he died.My stomach juice was rolling in my body, as if I was about to spit it out in the next second.

Just like that, I woke up from my dream.

When I was breathing cold air alone on the bed, I finally made up my mind.

——I should go and investigate about Dad.

Amuro-san also suggested this to me, so I can't be wrong.

……

It's not really a survey.

I just feel that I should say hello to those sealed memories.Maybe you can get back the memory you lost.

I feel a little uneasy in my heart.

morning.

After much hesitation, I still dialed his phone——

So, it became what it is now.

I put my hand on the straw hat that was presented by an enthusiastic villager not long ago, and stared at the map in my hand.

"Is it this way?" He followed behind me, with his hands in his pockets, following my steps calmly.

"I think it should be right..."

"Show me," he said, snatching the map from me.

"Okay..." I lowered my head, "Fortunately, you are here, otherwise, I might die on the way."

"Don't say that. I can be your strength whenever you need it."

Do you think you are my wielder or Zanpakuto...!Or is your body actually a weapon? ?Although I really wanted to complain like this, I swallowed this sentence anyway.

"It's this road." After a long while, he put away the map and pointed to the road ahead, "Go ahead and we will arrive soon."

"Okay...!" I replied, walking with him again.

"I said, zero." After walking about 50 meters, he suddenly said.

"What's wrong……?"

"Want me to hold your hand?"

"Why, why did you say this all of a sudden?"

"Are you nervous?"

"...You, how do you know!?"

"You have been tugging at the corner of my clothes since the very beginning. Only a fool can't see it."

"Sorry... accidentally..."

The moment I withdrew my hand, he grabbed mine.

"With me here, you don't have to be afraid and it doesn't matter."

From the place where fingers touch, there is power.

I did not reject him.

I shook it back hard to represent my answer.

"Speaking of which, it's really an honor that you invited me."

"...Well, because it's only you."

"Only I am special, can I understand that?"

"In the address book, only your number can be called."

Although I answered this way, I did not deny his statement.After all, I can't really answer him and say "I am the most special person to you" - in this case, wouldn't I become exactly the same as him.

"Really." He walked forward without looking back, "Even if it's just that, I'm very happy."

"..." I didn't know how to answer him, so I kept silent.

"Anyway, I'm very glad that you can accompany me." After a long time, I added this sentence again, and then continued, "Although I just came back to see it casually, I always feel very uneasy..."

"Because of your father?"

"Oh, yes."

There was a straight road ahead, so I simply closed my eyes and started walking.Holding hands with him, even if you trip over, nothing will happen...probably.

"If you want to say, I don't actually know him, right? After all, he didn't exist in this world before I was born."

He didn't interrupt me, I continued talking.

"If it weren't for the blood relationship, I probably would never have anything to do with him in my life. To me, he just lives in other people's memories. In fact, I have nothing to do with him at all. .”

"...He will not comfort me when I cry, nor will he smile and say that he supports my dream, nor will he touch my head, even if I am kidnapped, he will not save me."

"For me, he is just such a father. Even if I try to do what he decides to do, I can't really do it..."

"I haven't heard him speak, nor have I had dinner with him. It is said that he was very popular and sang very well before, but as his daughter, I don't even have the opportunity to listen to him sing and hear his voice. nothing."

"I don't even remember what he looks like, it's better to say that I don't want to remember..."

Ah... no way.

These words on my mouth can't express clearly what I'm really thinking in my heart.

To put it bluntly, I just couldn't properly recognize this father who didn't exist in my world at all.

"However, even so, I never felt that I didn't have a father, which made me very pitiful."

"...That. Although Xiaojie said it, it might just be that someone used Dad's name as ID, not necessarily him."

"But as long as I think that the person who kidnapped me may be my dead father, I feel uncomfortable. After all, he is already dead? How can a dead person do such a thing?"

"Although I may not be able to find anything here, I still think I should take a look... Maybe that incident is just a prank. Even if it is just that, I will find out the prankster!"

……Do not.

Actually, I just wanted to meet him.

That's all.

I just feel that no matter how uneasy I am, after getting in touch with things related to my father, maybe I can feel at ease.

Maybe, he can dig out the true meaning of his name by himself.

"Well, I'll be with you."

After I finished this long series of words that I didn't know what I wanted to express, he just answered me like this.

... At this time, I suddenly felt it.

He has always given me strength, as long as I have him by my side, I feel like I can do anything.

The end of the garden path that extends to the end is our destination.

It was a house without any features that could be seen everywhere, and the surrounding weeds grew tall because no one trimmed it.Cut through the weeds, where you can find a stone-paved path leading to the gate.

I dug out the key from my bag, opened the rusty iron door, and the smell of dust came from inside the house.

"Some...too old." He held his nose.

"Yes... I knew I was wearing a mask a long time ago. I'm so stupid." I said, and walked into the room, "Let's just open the door."

Due to the fact that no one has lived in it for many years, thick dust has accumulated in the house.

With almost every step, the dust spreads in all directions.

There are cardboard boxes piled up all over the room, and various things are placed in the cardboard boxes.

Because no one tidied it up, so I could only lie there quietly.

"Dad's things should be on the second floor. Mom told me before, so I still remember." After inspecting the first floor, we returned to the entrance.

"Then go up."

He and I walked up the old wooden stairs that creaked with every step.

The deepest room on the second floor is said to be Dad's room.

"Excuse me..." I cautiously opened the door.

For a moment, I seemed to have the illusion that my father was sitting on the swivel chair directly opposite the door, and the next second he would turn around and say "Welcome back" to me.

...just an illusion.

"This seems to be my father's room." I told him.

"Hey, even if no one lives there, it doesn't make people feel dirty. It's better to say that some things are arranged too neatly. Your father is probably a very serious person." He said, walked straight to the desk, picked up Looking at the photo frame on the table, "This is a photo of your father and your mother together, right?"

"Really...? Let me take a look." I took the photo frame from him, trying to wipe off the dust accumulated on the photo frame with my hands.

However, my movement stopped halfway.

The moment I saw the content of the photo, my brain stopped working.

Can't think anymore.

Where exactly is this place.

what am i doing here.

What is the situation now.

My brain became confused and I couldn't understand the current situation at all.

Even if he wanted to say something, the syllable got stuck in his throat.

It's so uncomfortable... It seems that I will stop breathing in the next second.

I dropped the photo frame to the ground, clutched my chest, and took a deep breath.

It was as if my heart would stop beating if I didn't do it.

"What's the matter, Zero?" He patted me on the back, seeing me in this state, he was very anxious.

But I can hardly hear his voice anymore.

"Ha ha……"

I still can't say anything.

How is this possible...

I pointed to the photo frame that I dropped on the ground.

He seemed to understand what I meant and picked it up.

Can't go wrong.

Absolutely can't go wrong.

Although the person in the photo is much younger, there is no sense of vicissitudes at all.

However, you can never go wrong.

No matter how you look at it, the person in the photo should be my "father"...

but……

Almost exhausting all my strength, I squeezed out these few syllables from the gap in my throat——

"Luka... Taiwan... Chief..."

The author has something to say: Thank you Thalia for mine!