shadow of nothingness

The two of them just stood at the door of that family, staring at the door plate for a long time.

"By chance..." Ichigo said suddenly, but his doubts could still be heard from his voice.

He looked at the building in front of him, and then at the dilapidated house on the opposite side.Qianqian stretched out her hand and grabbed the corner of Ichigo's clothes, and pointed to the opposite building.

"Kurosaki-kun, let's go in and take a look."

Although she got some useful information from the hostess, Qianqian still didn't have the slightest sense of reality, and still wanted to enter the house that gave her a familiar feeling.

Turning his head, looking at Qianqian's worried expression, Ichigo sighed, but didn't blame Qianqian for pulling the corner of his clothes.Stretched his legs and walked towards the opposite side, "I see, but be careful."

"Well! I see."

Although Qianqian was able to get in easily, but Ichigo was different. It took a lot of effort to escape the sight of others and successfully invaded.

However, the two people who were excited about the successful invasion did not notice the other's gaze.

The door was not locked, and Ichigo just pushed the door lightly and it opened slowly.

What came into view was the empty living room, the original white floor tiles were covered with a layer of dust.

All the furniture that should have been there is gone, and all you can see when you look around are the paintings on the opposite wall.

It was a picture drawn with crayons, with twists and turns.Two adults on the left and one on the right are holding the two little children in the middle. Although the painting is not very good, they can feel the deep affection in it.

Walked slowly in front of the painting, then squatted down.

Maybe it's because it was drawn by a child, so the position of the painting is very low.

His fingers trembled slightly, trying to touch the rough painting.But the fingers penetrated the wall, and there was no way to touch it.

Slowly retracting her hands, hugging her knees with both hands, Qianqian stared straight at the painting like this, and then somehow, her eye sockets suddenly became moist.

His voice became a little choked up, "Hey, Kurosaki-kun. This painting... was drawn by me."

With his hands hanging by his side, Ichigo stood beside Qianqian, just looking down at her who was squatting on the ground. "Your memory...?"

"I didn't think about it," Qianqian shook her head slowly, forced back the tears in her eyes, and sniffled, "But I don't know why I think so."

"……yes?"

He stood up and patted the dust that didn't exist on the dress.Qianqian tilted her head and looked at Ichigo, "Let's go inside and have a look."

The house has two floors, the first floor is the living room, kitchen and bathroom.Of course, there was nothing in it, and there was dust everywhere.

On the second floor, there are four rooms, one of which has no signs of being lived in at all, and the largest of the four rooms looks like the owner and his wife lived in it.

The remaining two rooms are of two different styles.

Although there is no furniture in the room, from the dolls piled up in the corner and a wall painted pink, it can be seen that the innermost room is a girl's room.

All the things in the last room that went outside were unexpectedly preserved.Whether it's a simple bed, bookshelves full of books, or dusty sporting goods hanging on the wall.

"Strange..." Looking at the only room where everything was left, Ichigo frowned, "Why is it that only the things in this room were not taken away?"

It stands to reason that ordinary people will take these things away when they move, even if they don't want things, they will be taken to the recycling bin.However, the room in front of me seemed to be kept as it was on purpose by the owner.

"Kurosaki-kun..." Looking around the room where boys obviously lived, Qianqian suddenly said, "I... seem to have seen this room somewhere."

The inexplicable feeling made Qianqian a little frightened, and she tightly grasped Ichigo's clothes.

"Hey——" Ichigo was a little helpless, and raised his hand to pat Qianqian's head, as if comforting her. "This should be your former home, yes... But why is it that only the things in this room have not been taken away?"

While talking, Ichigo took a few steps forward and stood in front of the bookshelf, "Well, there are so many books..."

The line of sight scanned the titles marked on the spine of the book row by row from left to right.

"That!" Suddenly found something that looked like a photo hidden between the books, Qianqian suddenly called out, pointing at the place she saw and shaking Ichigo's hand, "Take that out, Kurosaki-kun!"

"Hi~"

Resignedly, Ichigo stretched out his hand in the direction Qianqian pointed, and what he took out was indeed a photo.

The photo is a family portrait of a family of four, standing in the same position as the painting I found in the living room just now.

What surprised Ichigo even more was that the woman who was obviously the hostess in the photo was exactly the same as the one I saw just now.

what happened……

"This, is it me?" Pointing to the girl in the photo, Qianqian asked Ichigo doubtfully.

The girl in the photo has long silver hair, a smile in her red eyes, and she is wearing a long white dress, looking very cute.The skirt on her body was exactly the same as the one Qianqian had worn before.

"Ah."

"It's not a good thing to sneak into other people's rooms."

A low, hoarse male voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, and the silver-haired man half leaned against the door frame and looked at Ichigo standing inside.

"You are..." Ichigo frowned, looking at the man who suddenly appeared.

After seeing the man's face clearly, Qianqian suddenly tightened the hand holding a corner of the jacket, "Kurosaki-kun... that person seems to be the one I remember."

That's right, absolutely right.

this person……

her……

Ichigo froze for a moment, then looked down at the photo he was holding in his hand.It was a surprise to find that the man in front of him happened to be one of the two children in the photo. "Are you... Qianqian's elder brother?"

The man's body froze immediately, his blood-red eyes glared fiercely at Ichigo, and his tone sounded unfriendly, "You...why do you know Qianqian's name?"

Ichigo looked at Qianqian who was still tugging at the corner of his clothes, then raised his head to look at the man opposite, "I just know her."

Man, no, it should be Shimizu Uichiro who carefully examined Ichigo.Then he spoke again, "What's your name?"

"Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Kurosaki Ichigo? I've never heard of this name..." Shimizu's eyebrows crease deeper and deeper, "Who are you...why..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Ichigo interrupted, "That...can you explain it in another place?"