-1-
It was a great day.
-2-
Miss M thought, perhaps she once had a familiar acquaintance with whom she could clink drinks, a gambling partner with whom she could start a gambling game, someone who would lend her a skirt or serve her a bowl of rice...
She had indeed left behind a lot, but she also remembered a lot.
After all, in her long, long life, she had met many people by chance, but few of them were worth cherishing.
——For example, the monk who wanted to chant sutras for her before, Miss M remembered him not because of any hidden secrets, but simply because the monk's weight in her heart was not yet to the level of a "burden".
-3-
She remembered it even though it was dispensable.
…Only those who cannot bear it will be thrown away by her as a burden.
After all, M is still M, no matter how many people she meets, how many things she experiences, or how many memories she forgets——
There are still too few, too few things that she can see.
-4-
However, the road she had walked was too long, so it resulted in a place full of "burdens".
Very little.
There are so many of them.
-5-
However, Miss M can say with certainty that even if she includes those guys who are classified as "burdens" - she still has a vague impression of them to some extent - even if she includes those guys, she has never seen them.
People like him.
A friend like him?
-6-
Every action is in perfect harmony, and every movement seems to be synchronized.
There is no distance or barrier when we get along with each other. Sometimes we don’t even need to communicate, things will naturally be delivered to our hands.
Was it because he was deliberately trying to please her? Was it because he was obsessively observing her, catering to her, and paying her attention that it felt so natural and perfect to be with him?
-7-
——No.
Miss M's intuition told her with certainty that it was not.
It was a great day and he and she played together all afternoon.
——That afternoon, Ms. M could see that the other party was equally happy and comfortable, without any discomfort at all.
This really doesn't seem like the kind of one-sided relationship between a boyfriend and girlfriend, where one person loves roller coasters but the other is super timid, and the timid one ends up riding back and forth with the one who loves roller coasters, and after getting off the ride, his face is pale but he still has to smile gently.
Miss M doesn't think he is the people-pleasing type.
Even though the boy really didn't seem to get angry, he would say sorry every time she confronted him.
-8-
If I had to use an analogy, well, he gave her the feeling that they were two identical...
Well.
She couldn't put it into words, the feeling he gave her was indescribable.
...Could it be that this is the legendary kind of instant hit-off, perfect match, and close bond—
Super best friends?
It felt like if she and he went on a roller coaster, one of them would probably laugh and announce that he was going to climb out and kill people, while the other would clap happily and cooperate by opening the bumper.
-9-
...Of course, M would never do such a thing. She wanted to laugh and think that the shark man could be anywhere outside the roller coaster. There was no need to take a special ride on the roller coaster to show herself - the main reason was that she didn't like riding roller coasters because it would mess up her bangs.
And the other party shouldn't be the type who would just open the bumper, right?
After all, if the bumper is opened, everyone in the car except him and her will fall down. This kid who would compensate others with a pack of marshmallows if he disturbed their naps with his guitar would never do such a bad thing.
-10-
Hmm, bad metaphor.
-11-
In short, M didn't think that the extraordinary comfort she felt when they were together was his indulgence.
They just clicked.
Abnormal, excessive synchronization.
...Is this what it means to be a serious friend? It doesn't matter whose hand is holding the remote, there's no need to coordinate changing channels, just "click", open it, press a button, and you're on the channel you both find most interesting?
Hmm.
It's because she has forgotten the memory of that very good friend.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be with very, very good friends, but she just can't remember it.
-12-
"Are you distracted again?"
The boy patted her shoulder gently: "You're not looking at me. Have you thought of anything more interesting?"
...Miss M has become accustomed to his occasional inexplicable questions. Anyway, they are not questions that make her uncomfortable. In less than a second, he would change the subject and say he was joking.
She turned around and said, "I was thinking about our strange way of getting along. Have you ever made a friend like me?"
"ah."
The boy blinked his blue eyes. "We've only known each other for less than four hours, and you're already trying to figure out how we get along?"
-13-
"I'm so happy. Thank you."
He said sincerely, and put the straw into her milk tea again: "I am honored that you would take the initiative to think about me."
-14-
...Yes, there is also this point.
He is too good at boasting.
Miss M's original impulse to seriously think about and review the afternoon immediately disappeared. After receiving this compliment, she waved her hand proudly and put everything related to "seriousness" and "thinking" behind her.
"Of course. It's my fault for being distracted just now. What did you want me to do?"
"The last murder scene of that serial killer case... Here we are. I said I'd show you around."
-15-
Yes. They had been playing all afternoon and it was past midnight now.
The day before, they visited a total of eleven murder scenes together, visiting by climbing through windows, scaling walls, drilling holes, and disguising themselves.
The last murder scene we visited was the tenth murder scene in the order in which the cases occurred.
The time has exceeded "one day" and it is the second day, which is also slightly beyond the time M has communicated with mortals from other worlds in the past.
——In fact, M rarely stays with any mortal continuously and uninterruptedly. Even with his sister, M didn't see her very often after she got married.
-16-
After all, my sister has her own family.
Moreover, M always pretended to be a good child in front of her sister. She was afraid that she would reveal her true nature in front of that inexplicable "brother-in-law" and directly destroy her sister's marital happiness.
Because she felt that she would definitely draw her sword if she heard words like "Hello, sister, call me brother-in-law."
-17-
The people who remained in her memory were also just people she would meet up with once in a while, just to have a drink and play a game.
-18-
...But she really didn't realize that she had been playing with this stranger for so long this time. After all, M never set rules for herself, so it was difficult for her to realize that she was "breaking the rules".
-19-
"Shh, bend down, the inspection here is very strict."
The tenth murder scene was somewhat special because the tenth victim was found in an employee lounge in a building with well-protected security measures, and no unauthorized persons were allowed to enter.
They walked around the building and finally concluded that in order to sneak in, they had to pretend to be a part-time cleaning lady.
...Yes, the cleaning lady.
-20-
After coming to the conclusion, the boy turned his head, looked at her, and seemed to be about to sigh.
Ms. M: "I can't clean. Unless you want me to stick the broom into that janitor's head, then I can."
Boy: "Just putting on clothes..."
Ms. M: “No.”
Boy: "...at least go through the rock-paper-scissors distribution process."
Ms. M: “No.”
"I don't like wearing skirts..."
"Be frank, little one. I don't like seeing men in skirts either. No one likes to see that here. Stop being shy and put it on."
“…”
-twenty one-
So the cleaning lady quietly put on her cleaning uniform skirt, and Miss M got into the basket under the cleaning cart, holding his guitar which was also hidden under the cart, and imagined herself as many rags.
-twenty two-
They entered the building smoothly.
Miss M, who was hiding in the cart, even heard the doorman's words when he was flirting with the cleaning lady.
-twenty three-
…After the cleaning lady pushed the cart into the employee lounge covered in blood, the cart started shaking with a puffing sound for a long time.
So he untied his apron, took off his maid's hat, bent down and lifted the cart.
Ms. M said, "Hahahahaha, do you want to have a drink with me after get off work? I know a nice bar with a nice hotel next to it."
The boy took off his long skirt, leaned forward silently, walked over Miss M, whose basket was shaking with laughter, and took out his guitar bag.
He put his guitar on his back with an indifferent expression, as if this bag was the only thing he cared about in the world.
-twenty four-
Ms. M: "Haha .... There's a nice hotel nearby..."
"'No matter how we talk, we're just friends and we're not going to have sex.' That's what you said before, so we're definitely not going to the hotel."
Ms. M: “…”
I was just repeating that guy's pick-up line, I didn't invite you to the hotel.
Pretending to know or... No, no, such an innocent and serious child is probably extremely sensitive to topics related to "going to a hotel", so he will subconsciously refute it when he hears it.
He looked so aggrieved and sincere, he probably didn't mean it.
"Angry?"
"No. I don't get angry with my friends."
-25-
The boy pursed his lips. Compared to his smiling face in the sun at noon today, his expression now was indeed not very happy.
"I just... don't like being treated like a girl."
"What?" Miss M tilted her head to look at him. "Has something called masculinity, something you care about so much, been insulted by a fluttering skirt? By the way, skirts really suit you, little one."
The boy paused in folding his skirt, but he didn't look back.
-26-
"I'm not called kid. I have a name."
Miss M kept smiling: "I never asked your name when we met because I really didn't want to know, little stranger."
I won't really remember you, so why give me an extra name?
-27-
"My name is not redundant, and you don't need to spend time memorizing it."
The boy put the folded long skirt back into the cart and straightened the small maid's hat and placed it on top.
He was careful and serious, and his mood didn't show at all during the process, whether he was angry or sad.
"Once upon a time, at my workplace, I had a code name. You could call me P43987. Or simply... P."
-28-
Ms. M: Oh, that’s unexpected.
Ms. M: "What is this, a serial number? Where do you work?"
It's where I used to work.
-29-
Mr. P turned his head and looked directly at the mean, willful woman who was watching the fun with a smile.
...where else could it be?
In prison, the prisoners' numbers.
-30-
Hello. I'm P43987.
[Hello, fellow cellmate~ I'm M43988~]
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