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Dead Hours — The Extra One,第 17 頁

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Page 17 (three panels). Panel 1: The oden pot finally balanced behind him, Kaito quietly brings the hard-won plain egg toward his mouth — a small, tired, private victory. Kaito: "...mine, then. I earned this." Panel 2: Rin's hand darts in and plucks the egg away; she bites into it, holding her phone up to film, utterly deadpan. Rin: "'Kaito vs Oden — six hours.'" Rin: "Four hundred thousand." Panel 3 (silent): Kaito stands holding the empty ladle, a completely blank dead stare, the steam gone, nothing left in his hands. No dialogue.

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Three panels: with the pot finally balanced, Kaito brings the hard-won egg toward his mouth — "...mine, then. I earned this." — Rin's hand darts in, plucks it and bites it on camera, "'Kaito vs Oden — six hours.' Four hundred thousand." Kaito stands holding an empty ladle, blank.

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3 A.M., rain on the dead-hours store. Doing his nightly count of the steaming oden pot, Kaito tallies nine simmered pieces where there should be exactly eight — one extra item is floating in the broth that he never put there and cannot name. Unable to sell a thing he can't identify, unable to let the pot's count stay unbalanced before the morning broth-change, and unable to fish the piece out because it keeps sinking and hiding behind the daikon, Kaito declares quiet war on one egg and spends the entire dead shift trying to remove the extra one before dawn, spiraling over how a pot he tends every night could gain a piece from nowhere. All night the ladle dips to the identical dead-eyed beat of the piece slipping away as he mutters '...missed.' A ladder of night-shift regulars each name it differently and none can be verified — the tracksuit regular says it's always been there, a drunk salaryman insists it's the lucky one and demands to buy it, a cheerful jogger swears the pot is basically empty. Rin quietly livestreams the whole vigil as 'Kaito vs Oden,' with one flicker of near-sincerity — that he's the only person alive who'd guard a soup like it's a life — before raising her phone again. Near dawn, hollow and defeated, Kaito finally stops chasing the piece and, serene, lifts the ladle just to skim the pot clean — and catches it at last, the running beat inverting into pure elation as he lifts one plain egg free. Then the reveal Rin planted in the first minute pays off: she dropped one extra egg into the pot on camera at ten o'clock just to watch how long the count would haunt him, so the mystery was hers the entire time. Unable to bear letting his hard-won egg go to waste, Kaito moves to eat it — and Rin plucks it and bites it on camera. 'Kaito vs Oden — six hours' hits four hundred thousand viewers; Kaito gets nothing, not even the egg. Dawn light fills the spotless store exactly as the night began — and Kaito's first count of the fresh pot comes up one over again, Rin's phone already raised, already live.