Dead Hours — Track Seven，第 5 页
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Panel 1: A silent beat panel, the identical framing and pose as before. Kaito is frozen mid-motion, one index finger raised, head tilted up toward the ceiling speaker, eyes wide, a single drop of sweat. Panel 2: His raised hand lowers. His face goes hollow and grey. KAITO: Six. Then eight. KAITO: It did it again. Panel 3: Rin, unbothered behind the counter, phone up, one earbud in. RIN: Maybe it's just gone. Panel 4: Extreme close-up of Kaito's horrified eyes, screentone shadow closing in around them. KAITO: Songs don't leave. Panel 5: Rin, half-lidded, shrugs one shoulder, phone still up. RIN: Everything leaves. Panel 6: A wide shot of the empty aisle. Kaito is small and alone in it, holding the mop, staring into the middle distance. KAITO: Not from a corporate playlist. RIN: That's the saddest thing I have ever filmed.
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Six panels. The loop skips again. Kaito insists songs do not leave; Rin says everything leaves, and films the saddest sentence she has ever heard.
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The store's 47-minute music loop has run unchanged for six years, and Kaito can name every track by its first note. Tonight, at 3:14 A.M., track seven — sixty-eight seconds of whistling, a xylophone, and a woman saying 'have a nice day' — simply does not play. The loop goes six, then eight. Kaito spends the entire shift trying to prove a song he has heard eleven thousand times ever existed: he waits out four full cycles, interrogates the tracksuit regular, hears track seven playing as head office's hold music, and is told it was pulled from every store back in April. Rin films all of it. At dawn track seven returns — except it isn't whistling, it's Kaito's own humming, looped, because Rin has secretly been the store's music since the real player died in April, and tonight she cut the whistle out because it was ruining her audio. He gets nothing. She gets four hundred thousand listeners.