episode_0004

“Hello~”

I greeted them warmly and put down the luggage I had brought.

As for luggage, it was just the bread and milk I had bought at the convenience store a little while ago and a book I had borrowed from the library.

He held the microphone and moved around, organizing the documents.

The girl who was lying in bed rubbed her eyes and woke up, as if the rustling sound of paper and voice reached her.

Day 2 begins.

He sits down on a chair holding the documents and begins to observe the girl.

She, who had been sitting blankly, soon looks at me.

The reaction is definitely different than usual.

As I looked at her, I began checking the items on the document.

“Would you like to say something?”

I opened my mouth to speak to the girl, but this time again there was no answer.

It just felt like I was talking to a wall.

Now that I think about it, I don’t feel particularly bad, but the girl’s unusual appearance makes me feel like she’s definitely recognizing me, so I hesitate to act.

I looked at the girl, put down the microphone, and took out bread and milk from a convenience store bag.

The faint scent of large mocha buns wafts through the air.

The bread in my hand makes my mouth water.

The bread looked quite large, and to add a little joke, it looked bigger than my head right now.

Open your mouth wide and take a bite of the bread.

I swallow the bread, moving my tongue as the fragrance and sweetness fill my mouth.

The girl still looks at me.

He stopped his busy mouth and reached out to pick up the microphone.

“Do you want to eat it too?”

It was a rather impulsive question.

Perhaps it was because it was an unusual question. The girl slowly nodded.

I was blankly staring at the sight, then I asked urgently.

“Do you want to eat this?”

Shake the bread in your hand from side to side.

The girl nodded again, as if what she had seen earlier had not been a mistake.

Although he didn’t say anything, it was a clear expression of his intention.

The girl’s eyes turn from me to the half-eaten mocha bun.

Then I pressed the small call button on the table.

I hear a squeaking sound.

After a while, Ramonax entered the test subject girl’s room.

Two girls and Ramonax face each other through a large glass wall.

The experimental girl didn’t even glance at Ramonax, who had suddenly appeared.

She just looked at me and the bread.

Ramonax scratches his cheek at the attitude of the experimental girl who treats him like he doesn’t exist.

“Do you know why I called you?”

When I asked Ramonax, he nodded and answered.

“I get it. It definitely shows a different reaction. So what exactly is the reason?”

“I said I wanted to eat bread.”

As I said that, I shook the bread in my hand.

Broken mocha bread crumbs scatter across the floor.

“With mocha bread.”

“You want me to buy it?”

“Isn’t that obvious? I can’t leave this place except during lunch and after work hours.”

“Ah… .”

Ramonax let out a small sigh as if he was annoyed, then nodded and left the room.

Even though he says things like that, he’s the type of guy who listens to most things he asks.

“If you wait, you’ll be able to eat it.”

This time there was no answer.

I just sit there blankly.

After some time, Ramonax bought a large mocha bun and handed it to the test subject girl.

Judging from the fact that he even bought milk with such a thoughtful attitude, it seems that Ramonax was also secretly concerned about the girl who was the subject of the experiment.

Ramonax placed milk and mocha bread in front of the test subject girl.

Until then, the girl in question hadn’t even shown any reaction.

“Try it.”

I said to the girl.

The nameless experimental girl picked up the mocha bread like that.

This was the first time I had seen a girl eat something.

The girl’s gaze, which was looking at the mocha breads that filled both hands, flew towards me.

At that, I put down the mic and picked up the mocha bun.

Just like the girl.

Open your mouth wide and take a bite of the mocha bread.

Maybe it was because she saw my demonstration. The girl acted exactly like me.

I opened my mouth wide and bit into the mocha bread.

The girl’s eyes widen as she enjoys the taste of the mocha bread filling her mouth.

The girl’s mouth doesn’t stop.

Sum. Sum. Sum.

The girl was chewing and swallowing her mocha bread so quickly that such a sound could be heard.

As I watched the girl like that, I lifted the milk carton and poured it into my mouth.

The girl also looked at me intently, then picked up the milk and started drinking it just like I did.

It was a pretty decent breakfast.

I asked the girl, savoring the lingering scent of the mocha bread in my mouth.

“Is it delicious?”

As expected, there was no answer.

Ramonax, who had been watching the girl eating bread, leaves the room.

The girl who finished eating all the bread spends time blankly staring at me.

I also tried to make eye contact with her and have a staring contest.

It was me who lost.

I feel a strange chill at the sight of the girl who doesn’t even blink.

I carefully turned my gaze and opened the book I had borrowed from the library.

We spend a lot of time like that.

I close the last page of the book, feeling the texture of the paper under my fingertips.

I was concentrating on the book, so I raised my head and checked the girl’s appearance.

The girl was still looking at me.

There have been some changes to the content of the document I am writing.

Although they still didn’t speak, clear communication was possible.

He said what he wanted, and he seemed quite satisfied when he got it.

And it even responds to my voice.

That concludes all the useful content for today.

The crooked writing catches the eye.

The empty space of the documents begins to burn my artistic soul.

It’s quite impulsive.

Actions that you normally wouldn’t do come out on their own.

Draw a little pig in the corner of the document and give it the same hairstyle as Dr. Heblum.

Anyone can tell it’s Dr. Hebrew.

The expressionless mouth is pulled up to the sides.

The pig with the bizarre grin definitely reminded me of Dr. Heblum.

I am quite satisfied.

Beep beep beep-

I heard the bell announcing lunch time, but I didn’t get up from my seat.

I wasn’t hungry thanks to the mocha bread I ate earlier.

Lunch time is break time.

I glanced at the girl and then pushed the chair back so that I could lie down.

Sometimes I would skip lunch like this and take a nap.

The girl’s small frame made the chair bed, which had felt quite narrow, feel spacious.

Even if you toss and turn your body, it doesn’t get caught on the armrests of the chair.

So I closed my eyes and fell asleep using the robe as a blanket.

Eeeep-

He woke up and let out a strange noise.

A faint afterimage remained before my eyes, as if I had dreamed something.

I touch my cheek at the sound I let out without realizing it.

I can feel a trace of drool running down.

There was also a wet stain of saliva spread across the back of the chair.

I quickly get up, grab a wet tissue from the table, and wipe my chair and face.

Wring the wet tissue you used to wipe the spit out into a ball and throw it in the trash can.

Shortened arms and weakened strength cause aim to be off.

I let out a small sigh at the bundle of wet tissues that fell to the floor, then walked over to them, picked them up, and threw them into the trash can.

At times like this, I become envious of the ability called telekinesis.

As I was thinking that, I turned around at the intense gaze I felt from behind me.

Through the glass wall, the girl was looking at me with big eyes.

I turned my gaze slightly and saw that the microphone was turned on.

The girl must have heard the strange noises I muttered as I woke up.

It’s quite embarrassing.

If it were before, I wouldn’t have even cared, but maybe it’s because my perception of the girl’s changed appearance has changed.

Before I knew it, I was feeling the experimental girl as a person.

“Did you see it?”

The girl did not answer.

“Did you hear?”

The girl did not answer.

I just nodded.

At that, I raised my hand and covered my face.

He couldn’t possibly cover his entire face with his small hands, but he could probably hide his reddened cheeks.

“I’m quite embarrassed.”

He muttered an excuse and went to sit down on the chair.

Then he reaches out and turns off the microphone.

The sound is cut off.

Now my voice will no longer be heard by the girl behind the glass wall.

Day 2.

There has been a significant change.

The time shown on the clock was indicating the time to leave work.

I got up from my chair, picked up my things, and turned on the microphone.

“I’ll go.”

It’s a greeting I always say.

Bye, Bye, See you tomorrow, or Bye.

There are many variations. I tried several different greetings in hopes that the girl would react.

A girl who normally doesn’t react at all suddenly jumps up from her seat.

Startled by that, I sank into my chair.

But the girl didn’t open her mouth.

He was the one who reached out and touched the glass wall.

It’s quite a strange reaction.

I turned off the microphone and left the room.

Before heading to the staff quarters, go to Dr. Heblum’s lab and submit the paperwork.

Then the work is over.

Dr. Heblum’s well-lit laboratory was always filled with a delicious smell.

There is no one who does not know that in order to maintain that great appearance, one must continue to eat.

But Dr. Heblum was not there.

The faint smell of cookies lingers, indicating that this lab was in existence just a moment ago.

I left today’s papers on Dr. Heblum’s desk and left the lab.

My steps after work are light.

The books in my arms were shaking so much that they seemed like they would fly out in all directions, but I stopped them with strength in my arms.

When I returned to my room, I threw my books on the desk and changed into light clothes.

Although the weather outside the lab was winter, the inside of the lab always maintained the same temperature, so I wore short sleeves and shorts.

Over that, I put on a robe again and put on my staff necklace.

After leaving the accommodation, I headed to a convenience store.

I headed to the counter with a big bottle of beer in my arms.

The employee standing at the counter looks at me for a moment, then looks at the can of beer.

He had a look of serious concern on his face.

“Please calculate it quickly.”

My neck hurts because I have to look up because I’m short.

He calculated the can of beer with an awkward movement.

After finishing my payment and leaving the convenience store, I headed straight to my lodging.

For some reason, the beer was on the ground.

I didn’t buy any snacks separately because I had leftover snacks from Ramonax.

As I was dangling a bag of canned beer, I was able to spot Ramonax standing in front of my accommodation.

“Welcome.”

I was dumbfounded at the sight of Ramonax approaching me so naturally and accepting the bag containing the canned beer.

“Who said it was okay to come?”

Ramonax answered, waving the convenience store bag in his hand.

“Can you drink it all by yourself?”

I looked at the guy’s long, stretched-out legs.

I wanted to kick him and knock him over.

But what can I do? He’s coming for work too.

I let out a small sigh and allowed the guy to enter.

“Come in.”

I ended up spending another evening with Ramonax.

“Are you skipping dinner too?”

“That’s what I was thinking when I bought the beer.”

Ramonax naturally put the beer in the fridge.

On the living room floor, the snacks Ramonax had bought yesterday were still there, stuffed into a convenience store bag.

“You couldn’t eat it all?”

“Do you think I’m Hebrew?”

I sat down in front of the computer with a can of beer from the refrigerator.

I told my friends that I was going on a trip for a week, so I couldn’t use the game IDs I usually use.