After Shirou Emiya repeatedly stated that he would contact the police department if necessary, the regretful man finally drove away in a police car.
It can be seen that, as Dad's colleague, this man's worries about him can be said to be sincere.
Shirou Emiya watched the police car leave at the corner of the street, sighed softly, and then walked to the front door of his house.
After hesitating for a moment in front of the door, Shirou Emiya put his hand on the doorknob and turned it.
He don't know if it was because of the urgency of what happened last night, but the tightly closed door was not locked, which made Shirou Emiya heave a sigh of relief. It would be too amusing if, after saying goodbye to the only person he barely knew, hecouldn't even get into his room.
Walking into the door, the room was, of course, empty. Faint footsteps sounded from the entrance to the living room. After roughly looking around his home in this world, Shirou Emiya walked to the middle of the second-floor corridor.
On both sides of the corridor are the doors of the two bedrooms, corresponding to two rooms, one large and one small, respectively, and at the end is a smaller storage room.
People who are not from the same world, both in living conditions and social identities, are completely different, but in some details, the two men who are both "Emiya Kiritsugu" still retain some extreme similarities and commonalities.
For example, he is extremely bad at housework, and as a child, he does all the housework, big and small. Apart from not being able to kill people with his cooking, he can't even find a second advantage. And most of the time, he was away from home, and he don't seem to worry at all about leaving his adopted son at home alone.
He is the father that he longs for, but whenever Shirou Emiya recalls all this, a feeling of wanting to complain will still come to his heart uncontrollably from the depths of his heart.
Unreliable adults, it is always difficult to leave any sense of majesty in the psychology of children.
Even when he was exercising, Shirou was always bruised and swollen by his father in the dojo. At other times, Shirou Emiya would have to puff up his chest and put on airs without guilt or fear and educate the father who is like a child.
'... Tsk, it's frustrating. Why did I fall into the memory again after a moment of inattentiveness?'
'These problems in my body have not been resolved yet, so what am I thinking about?'
After shaking his head and temporarily putting aside these boring sentiments, Shirou Emiya went straight in the direction of the storage room.
The entire storage room did not store too many sundries. Before adopting him, Emiya Kiritsugu seemed to have been living alone in another single apartment, and there were not many personal items for daily life.
Even after adopting him and moving to this relatively spacious one-household building, the lives of the father and son did not produce much of clutter.
Although with Emiya Kiritsugu's salary level, adopting a child will not make life too difficult. But the father and son are the kinds of people who don't spend much. So, including the living room on the first floor, there are no extra decorations and household appliances in the whole house.
According to the remaining memories of this body, if there is no accident of his father's sudden departure, maybe at the end of this month, he will set aside some time to carefully take care of the storage room, which was not originally a mess. However...
"... Tsk."
Buzzing—accompanied by ear-piercing tinnitus, the brain began to ache again.
Although Shirou Emiya has been forcing himself to ignore those dark thin lines as much as possible, those thin lines are still swaying as if deliberately reminding those who can see him of his existence.
Even if you try to disperse the focus and actively blur the vision like myopia, no matter how blurred other things are, the thin lines attached to the surface of the object are still extremely clear and sharp.
Leaving aside the visual impairment, the load that oppresses the brain all the time is the deadliest.
It's okay if it's only half a day, but if it keeps in this state, Shirou Emiya won't even be able to concentrate effectively.
From the moment he walked into the house, memories of this body have been popping up in the back of his mind uncontrollably.
After entering the storage room, Shirou Emiya closed the door and then, according to the memory of this body, turned his gaze to a corner of the storage room where several stacks of neatly stacked children's clothes were. Going there, you can even see a lot of clothes that are so new that even the labels have not been torn off.
He, in this world, was adopted by Emiya Kiritsugu about two years ago when he was only five years old.
He don't know if it was to keep myself of this world away from the tragedy as much as possible, but after adopting Shirou Emiya, Emiya Kiritsugu did not bring the things left by his parents to the new home.
Obviously, at that time, Emiya Kiritsugu didn't have any experience in raising children, so after deciding to adopt Shirou Emiya, he went to the department store alone to buy a lot of things that he thought children would use.
Like clothes, toys, or something.
Although many clothes are too small to be worn at all, and the toys have not been touched by Shirou Emiya, however, these things piled up in the storage room are still left in this world as relics of that man.
"..." Thinking of this, Shirou Emiya involuntarily put aside his affairs for the time being.
No matter what will happen in the future, even if all of this is just a dream since I have come here, let's replace him in this world first and do my best to accomplish what Shirou Emiya wants to do.
First, sort out all these clothes, and then send them to the recycling bin at the door of the clothing store. As for the toys, find a bag and put them aside for the time being, and then ask Dad when he comes home. Ask him how to deal with it—the Shirou Emiya in this world should have planned it this way.
Doing what he said, Shirou Emiya squatted down and sorted out the sundries in the storage room while thinking.
If the self over there is also replaced by the Shirou Emiya of this world, it's okay but In case this kind of soul conversion is only one-sided, and there is only an empty shell left over there, Ms. Fujimura should be very anxious...
At the moment when Shirou Emiya's attention became slack again because of thinking about these things —
Patter —
accompanied by the feeling of the cloth slipping from the palm of his hand, something came from the ground. The sound of something soft falling.
"Huh?"
Did you not hold the thing in your hand firmly?
It was the first time that I was so careless when tidying up the room.
But when Shirou Emiya was about to pick up the clothes that fell on the ground, he was suddenly stunned.
Two pieces of fabric that can be pieced together to form a complete jacket, like a dead body, lay quietly in Shirou Emiya's field of vision.
