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Inside the screening room, relaxed and cheerful laughter still echoed.

On the big screen, the main characters reunite after growing up, and their interactions are full of the playful banter and awkwardness of their youth. Their silly antics and witty remarks make the audience laugh heartily.

"Haha, this guy named Bobo is hilarious! Traveling the world only to end up living in a secret base?"

"Jinta's otaku traits are off the charts, just like mine!"

"Menma is so cute! I'm dying of joy!"

The atmosphere was perfect, and everyone had a relaxed and happy expression on their face.

Everyone thought this would be a heartwarming slice-of-life anime that would make you smile from beginning to end.

However, just as the plot was progressing to the middle, the cheerful piano music in the background quietly slowed down.

A few simple notes swirled repeatedly, like a pair of cold hands, slowly silencing the noisy atmosphere of the scene.

The scene shifts to a small river outside the secret base.

The setting sun painted the river surface with a fragmented gold, and for the first time, Bobo, the optimistic man, lost his smile.

His eyes no longer held a carefree, laughing expression, but instead revealed a bottomless fear and regret.

The camera gave him a close-up, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead.

"Actually, that day..."

His voice was dry and trembling.

"I saw Menma fall into the river..."

Memories flooded back like a tidal wave, filtered through a distorted lens.

The young girl struggled in the rushing river, her small figure quickly swallowed up.

Bobo, on the shore, was so frightened that his legs went weak and he turned and ran away.

"boom!"

This truth, which came ten years late, exploded like a thunderbolt in the minds of all viewers.

The smiles on the faces of the audience who were laughing at the interaction between the characters just a second ago instantly froze.

A girl who was stuffing popcorn into her mouth had her hand frozen in mid-air, her mouth slightly open, but she couldn't make a sound.

In the screening room, the sea of ​​joy receded like the tide, leaving only a desolate reef.

Immediately afterwards, the plot's conflicts erupted completely.

To convince everyone that Menma had really returned, Jinta began desperately describing Menma as someone only he could see.

"Menma is right there! She's wearing a white dress, exactly the same as that day!"

He pointed to the empty space, his expression both excited and earnest.

But to others, this is undoubtedly an escape from reality, a way of using a crazy fantasy to tear open everyone's long-healed wounds.

"That's enough, Jinta!"

An Ming was the first to break down, and she roared with tears in her eyes.

"Can you please stop mentioning Menma! She's dead! Dead for ten years!"

"You just can't accept reality!"

The top student, Chiriko Tsurumi, coldly pushed up her glasses, her words as sharp as ice picks.

Even Yukiatsu, who had always acted nonchalantly, revealed a mocking yet pained expression.

"Ha, you're really pathetic, Jinta, mistaking your fantasies for reality."

Misunderstandings, accusations, alienation...

Jinta on the screen was isolated by everyone. He was speechless and helpless. That feeling of powerlessness, where no one in the world believed him, spread like a virus through the screen to every corner of the screening room.

The laughter at the scene had long since disappeared.

Instead, there was a suffocating sense of oppression.

The air grew heavy, enveloping everyone and making it hard for them to breathe.

The audience felt a tightness in their chests, as if a huge rock was pressing down on them.

They were horrified to discover that each of these seemingly grown-up boys and girls was actually trapped in that damned childhood accident and had never escaped it.

This is hardly a cure.

This is clearly using the gentlest knife to cut the audience's hearts piece by piece!

Shen Qingyue stared intently ahead, her palms already soaked with cold sweat.

She saw that the girl in the front row who was eating popcorn had put down the bucket, her shoulders were trembling almost imperceptibly, and her eyes were frighteningly red.

The boy next to her also remained silent, no longer joking, but staring at the screen with a furrowed brow.

The entire screening room was completely silent except for the suppressed breathing and arguing of the characters in the animation.

The eerie silence made Shen Qingyue's heart beat faster and faster, and an ominous premonition enveloped her.

"Isn't this atmosphere a bit too oppressive? Won't the audience start yelling at us on the spot?"

Her voice trembled as she turned to look at the man beside her who had remained unusually calm throughout.

In her view, this was simply challenging the audience's psychological limits.

You promised a healing anime, but instead you lured people in, pinned them to the ground, and stabbed them with a knife?

However, Su Bai simply stared at the large screen, his handsome profile appearing somewhat unfathomable under the screen's light.

He did not answer Shen Qingyue, as if he was completely immersed in his work.

Only in his own heart did a voice echo calmly.

Can you feel it?

That feeling of having your throat choked up, your heart clenched, wanting to cry but being unable to.

well.

This is the prelude to depression.

The current repression and gloom are all accumulating energy, preparing for the final emotional outburst that will break down everyone's dam of tears.

Just then, the plot on the screen reached its climax.

Amidst everyone's distrust and accusations, Jinta completely broke down.

Like a cornered beast, he cried out in despair towards the empty sky, and to all those who did not believe in him:

"Menma is right here!!!"

His voice was choked with sobs, filled with grievance and resentment.

The moment the words left his mouth, the screen went black.

The quiet end credits song, without any lyrics, only a sad piano solo, flowed out slowly, striking the fragile heartstrings of everyone present.

The screening room was deathly silent.

It wasn't until the next episode started and the screen lit up that the audience snapped out of their daze, but the heavy feeling weighing on their hearts did not dissipate at all.