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Dead Hours — The Fly,第 8 页

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Four panels. First, a tired salaryman in a rumpled suit and loosened tie stands at the counter holding a plastic-wrapped rice ball, shrugging. SALARYMAN: Flies only live a day. Just wait. It'll die. Second, Kaito is horrified, a hand to his chest. KAITO: Die? In my store? On my shift? Third, Kaito grips the counter edge, grave and resolved. KAITO: No deaths on the record. It leaves alive. Fourth, the salaryman is already gone into the night as Rin films Kaito's back, deadpan. RIN: He's negotiating with a fly's mortality.

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A tired salaryman with a rice ball says flies only live a day; Kaito is horrified at a death on his shift and vows the fly leaves alive.

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3 A.M. and the Dead Hours store is spotless — until Kaito spots a single housefly. He decides on the spot that it must be gone by morning, alive: no death on the record on his shift. Rin starts filming "Man vs Fly." The night's regulars each hand him a different, confidently useless folk method — trap it under a cup and a card, approach from behind because flies supposedly can't fly backwards, just wait because it'll die within a day anyway, clap above it because they jump upward to take off, or open a window — and none of them agree. Three times Kaito freezes mid-air, whispers "There," and swipes at nothing. Rin, in a rare unguarded moment, quietly slides the door open a hand's width to let it out, then denies doing it. At last Kaito clamps a cup over the fly in triumph — and lifts it to find nothing underneath; the fly was sitting on the outside of the cup the whole time. At dawn the delivery doors open and the fly drifts out on its own, entirely indifferent to six hours of war — and a second fly drifts in as it goes. Kaito gets his answer and nothing else; Rin got her whole video. The final panel mirrors page one from the same angle, in grey dawn light, the new fly circling under the ceiling speaker.