Dead Hours — The Long Second，第 11 页
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The silent low-angle beat returns a third time, at its peak: Kaito stands beneath the wall clock, head tilted all the way back, staring up in full comedic despair — mouth a tight flat line, trembling slightly, a big bead of sweat on his temple. The second hand is still frozen straight up. No dialogue.
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The same low-angle shot a third time: Kaito stares up at the frozen clock in full comedic despair, trembling, a big bead of sweat. No dialogue.