Reincarnation Band Magician

Even ordinary people can accept men exposing their upper bodies in all kinds of strange places, not to mention those in bands, some of whom dress the same way when going on stage as when going to the bathhouse.

"Well," Qing said politely without pulling down his clothes, "Thank you Sister Xingge for taking me in. I'm fine like this. I still have confidence in taking care of myself."

"Yeah, it's much better than what I did. Is the clothing tight? It's been sitting here for a long time, so it might smell musty."

“Just right.”

He pulled up his collar and sniffed, "It doesn't have a strange smell, it has a bit of fragrance, please don't mind it."

"Ah, you... I'm leaving, go to sleep—"

Her steps seemed a little hurried.

……

A short break on the journey: 229, someone

The rainy night was not quiet, but it made some people feel more at ease than usual.

Maybe it's the rain that closes the world, blocks communication, and gives people a natural reason to escape.

It's not just raining in Tokyo. It seems that cherry blossoms have to experience the nourishment of rain before they bloom.

People in Yokohama also fell asleep to the sound of raindrops.

In an ordinary one-family house, when those who don't stay up late are resting, some people are busy.

A narrow closet was transformed into a secret base by a father who loves his daughter. It is a comfortable and private space where he can enjoy the joy of music.

The exciting music ended with a cover of a popular song.

"Hehehe, that's fine..."

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The shadowy pink creature gave a strange, reassuring laugh.

This person will do anything to get attention - except social networking.

After carefully checking the equipment and packing up the guitar, the pink dark creature came out of the closet, feeling the trembling in his hands and recalling the fiery feel of the guitar just now.

Since junior high school, I have been practicing for six hours every day for three years. Before going to bed, I spend half of my time fantasizing about being popular and the other half thinking about guitar. It has become a part of my life.

But it’s not just about practice, it’s also about thinking.

This is part of practice and progress, and it also conforms to the ancient saying she had forgotten: "If you study without thinking, you will be confused; if you think without studying, you will be in danger."

She is not good at thinking about other things, such as interpersonal relationships and textbook knowledge. She will feel like fainting when she thinks about them.

Guitar, only guitar, the vibration of the strings, the omissions in fingering, the mistakes that shouldn't have happened, these things she can easily feel.

The Matthew effect says that the better the better.

The better you are at something, the more energy you will put into it, and the more you will gain.

To others, this might be considered as a life of idleness, but to this person, her life would be empty and collapse without the guitar.

Reminiscing about life before junior high school...

The girl pulled out her guitar at some point, plucked the strings and sang softly: "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all..."

Of course it’s not that negative.

But, she did often say things like “I want to go back to my mother’s womb” before.

She stopped talking about it until her younger sister was born.

"Come to think of it, I've been here for a few days now...it's all the same."

The girl named Goto Ichiri turned on her cell phone in the dark.

About a week ago, she came to this world...or rather, exchanged with herself in this world.

After testing, it was confirmed that not only she but the whole family had changed.

But she was the only one who noticed this.

She noticed a very obvious missing thing.

It all started a few days ago when she had to go out to buy strings and picks, and she met a former classmate on the tram.

He activated the invisibility function and hid in a corner.

"As expected, Goto-san is the most impressive, isn't he?"

"Yeah, so special, yet you don't talk to anyone. How many words have you exchanged in the past three years?"

"Zero."

"I spoke to her a few times while filling out the questionnaire. Have you seen her communicating with anyone other than these things?"

"I haven't seen it."

"Me too."

"Don't you feel lonely without anyone to talk to?"

「Ah… Speaking of me, I'm really miserable. I was right to go to high school in the prefecture (Tokyo), and stay away from here… But even I have someone to talk to, okay? Everyone is really going too far. Even though I'm dead, how can I forget Qing?」

Although he always called Nagasaki classmate when they met, deep down in their hearts, they had already been close friends.

【clear……】

It’s sad to go out, sad to run into old classmates, and even sadder to find that a close friend has been forgotten.

Goto Ichiri couldn't help but open his mobile phone and look at the photos in the album.

It's a photo of two people that I paid someone to edit online - it was taken from a graduation photo. Both of us were very far away from the crowd, so the photo turned out well.

Not long ago, she often looked at this picture and laughed foolishly, but then...

She turned to the last page with trembling hands.

He still has short hair that reaches his ears and looks a little cold. The only difference is that his upper body is enlarged.

It's black and white.

He usually speaks very gently, but there are no photos of him. The only photo left is this one with a cold face...

Overwhelmed with sadness, Goto Ichiri opened the social software and couldn't help but open it to check his best friend's account, where he had some of his daily sharing.

After an important person leaves, for a long time, those who knew them will try to capture traces of them, constantly irritating the wound in the process until it heals - or they give up because they can no longer bear the pain.

Goto Ichiri hasn't given up yet.

Click on the account and remember that the other party’s updates can only be seen by friends who follow them.

As far as the girl knew, he only had two friends on his account, one was herself and the other was his mother.

This also made Goto Ichiri feel a dark joy.

Just the two of them... hey...

Now it just adds to the sadness.

But we must also face the sadness and never forget it like those people.

The software turned, the list was stuck for a moment, and then updated.

Huh? Huh?

I searched four or five times but couldn't find the aromatherapy-patterned avatar that didn't look like a young person at all.

Goto Ichiri switched to the search, suspecting that he had accidentally clicked the unfollow button because he felt sleepy after seeing it before going to bed yesterday.

“Bass Hero…”

This was the online name the other party used at her suggestion.

I searched and found some people, but judging from their profile pictures, they weren’t them.

Qing left with his mother, and no one can modify his account.

"What... happened?"

The possible reason is that you first suspected that your friend’s account was stolen, and then used it to do strange things, so you blocked it.

There are other things that can serve as evidence. As long as you are willing, you will find traces everywhere on the Internet. Even if it is not related to hot events, the traces are not so easy to clean up.

Goto Ichiri took a deep breath and searched for a piece of news.

It was there that she first saw the news, about a mother and son who had died in a car accident. Digging deeper, she discovered they were a single-parent family who relied on each other and were about to move into a new home and start a new life happily...

She saw a hint of brown in the ambulance photo.

Afterwards, the school received the news and the class teacher called to ask if anyone knew any other family members.

Goto Ichiri remembers it very clearly. This news was like an account. She read it several times every day during those days and cried.

nor.

The words of my classmate just now came to my mind.

No one would go to such great lengths to tease her.

Lonely people are good at fantasy, and an incredible guess came to her mind.

She rushed forward and, mustering up courage for the first time in her life, told her classmates that she had lost her class photo and wanted to take a picture of theirs.

It’s not clear in the group photo.

It’s not that I’ve forgotten, but that this person never existed.

Until I got home and asked my parents.

"That child...what a pity."

"My poor Ichiri, don't be sad, Qing will be watching you from heaven."

"Sister, come on! If you work hard, you will definitely be able to see Brother Qing again!"

"Wang Wang!"

Comforted.

How else can I work harder?

At least her parents didn't change, which made her feel much more at ease.

Afterwards, he used all his energy to go to the school and conduct a secret investigation.

No.

Apart from the photos in the phone, Qing is nowhere to be found.

Wait—cell phone!

Goto Ichiri was flipping through the photo album.

In order to understand her only friend, she once secretly collected information.

It's not as scary as stalking or peeping, which are crimes.

She just relied on her weak sense of existence to "record" every bit of her best friend's life.

I found my best friend's home address and his mother's contact information.

It was a false alarm, the address was not "Nagasaki".

But, when asked, it turned out to be Nagasaki!

With the ability of an ordinary middle school student, this is the last clue.

But, Nagasaki's mother...

I'm here just to verify.

She still made the call.

"Hello, I'm Nagasaki."

"H-h-h-hello! I'm Goto. Sorry to bother you. I'm Nagasaki's classmate. I need to ask you something... Private Marseille!"