If you were to ask Lancer where the most familiar place he had been in the past half-year was, he would probably say the Anteiku cafe, followed by his own home and the branch. But if you were to ask him where he had the deepest impression of,... it would probably be the hospital affiliated with the CCG.
"Hmm... although the wounds on your body haven't completely healed, normal activities shouldn't be a problem."
A doctor wearing glasses looked at Lancer test report and then looked at Lancer with a face full of curiosity. He had heard from his colleagues before that there was a patient in the hospital who had been sent to the hospital with serious injuries several times but always recovered at a speed that was far beyond the doctors' expectations. He didn't quite believe it at first, but after the other person was assigned to him, he believed the absurd rumor.
"By the way, if you are sent here again, just come find me directly."
"Uh... I don't think I'll be coming here again."
Seeing Lancer strange expression, the doctor's face became a bit awkward, but he didn't believe Lancer words about 'not coming again' at all. After all, the other person came here about once a month, so it should be about time for the next one, right?
And what else could Lancer do besides shaking his head and leaving when he saw the other person's expression? He knew that the other person probably wanted to study him, but he had already undergone some examinations before joining the CCG, and unfortunately, there had been no 'results' until now.
Of course, the so-called 'examinations' were just things like blood and hair samples. At most, they would take some muscle tissue during surgery. It didn't actually have any effect on him personally.
However, as Lancer was leaving the hospital, a tall man was leaning against a car, constantly looking at something until Lancer patted him on the shoulder, and he reacted.
"Lancer? You're done? It usually takes you half an hour, doesn't it?"
"I'm already an expert at it."
Lancer naturally knew what Amon was talking about, which was nothing more than those enthusiastic doctors.
"By the way, Mr. Mado said he's going to hold a celebration party for you tonight..."
"The same place we always go to?"
"That's right."
"Okay, then take me home to drop off my stuff first."
"No problem~!"
The two of them spoke very casually, and Amon also seemed very relaxed. After all, although investigators were admirable, the high mortality rate was discouraging. Amon, who had experienced several comrades dying in the line of duty or retiring due to injury, was in a very good mood to see his friend being discharged from the hospital.
But what he didn't notice was that although Lancer also had a smile on his face while talking to him, he actually seemed a bit dispirited.
This wasn't because he hadn't fully recovered, but because his 'time was up.'
That's right, Lancer, who had been lying in the hospital for almost half a month, was about to leave, and the time was tonight. He had a little over 10 hours left before he left.
He was inexplicably thrown into this world and almost lost his life at the beginning, but he had to admit that although the '150 days' he had feared had brought him countless dangers, it had also given him a brand new experience.
A completely different 'ordinary' life from his past...
Here, he met his 'teacher' and made true 'comrades.'
He originally joined the CCG just to survive, but now he had truly accepted his life as an investigator from the bottom of his heart.
'I can't believe I'm actually feeling a sense of reluctance to leave...'
Lancer had thought about whether he could stay. Even if he was eventually going to leave, at least... at least let him complete what he wanted to do!
Even if he couldn't completely solve the ghoul problem, at least... at least let the people he cared about and who cared about him be safe!
But unfortunately, no matter how he tried, this so-called 'system' did not react at all. There was no so-called 'guide' or 'artificial intelligence.' It was just like a real system, operating according to a pre-set logic.
At this moment, he had given up on the option of staying. The only thing he wanted to do now was to do something in the remaining ten hours and decide what he should leave behind.
Lancer eyes flickered constantly while sitting in the passenger seat...
During the banquet, Lancer was the same as usual, but at the end of the banquet, he handed a letter to Koutarou Amon and told him, 'If you ever feel like you need to, you can open it and take a look.'
Amon was of course confused by this, but Lancer just smiled and didn't say anything. He just patted him on the shoulder.
As for what was written in the letter? It was simple. It contained all the information Lancer knew.
It included information about the Anteiku cafe, the 'Owl,' and of course, what happened to Ken Kaneki.
It could be said that if this letter were to be made public, it could cause an earthquake in the CCG... no, in all of Tokyo. This was also why Lancer handed it to Koutarou Amon. He understood the other person's personality. To put it nicely, he was a man of his word. To put it bluntly, he was a bit rigid, and he would definitely not open Lancer letter casually.
As for why he didn't give it to Kureo Mado? Was it because Lancer didn't trust him? Of course not. This somewhat strange man was the first person Lancer came into contact with and the first person he respected. The reason he didn't give it to him was because of the 'Owl's' identity. Lancer was afraid that the other person would go and fight the Owl to the death after reading it.
If giving the letter just made people feel a bit strange, then Lancer suddenly saying that he wanted to hug everyone before the end of the banquet was full of questions. After all, in their impression, Lancer was not a timid person, but Kureo Mado stopped the others from asking questions.
Although it was impossible for Kureo Mado to know about the 'system,' a ridiculous thing, he had noticed that something was wrong with Lancer about half a month ago through his keen intuition and observation. At this moment, Lancer strange behavior was equivalent to confirming his previous guess.
He knew that it might be time for Lancer to leave.
Although Koutarou Amon also sensed something, he didn't think too much about it. He just chose to trust Lancer and gave him a hug as he requested. That was all.
As for the last one, Akira Mado...
"..."
"..."
After the hug, the two of them didn't say a word. Lancer continued to pretend to be clueless, while Akira Mado continued to glare at Lancer. She hadn't known Lancer for long, so she naturally didn't notice anything abnormal about him. She just thought that Lancer had too much to drink, but her feminine intuition told her that something was not right about Lancer today.
"Everyone, I... I'll be heading back now."
After receiving the quinque that Dr. Chigyo of the CCG had specially made for him during his hospital stay from Kureo Mado, Lancer didn't even look at it. He just smiled, waved at everyone, and then turned and left without hesitation.
Sometimes, a farewell doesn't need too many words. Although he didn't know if he would have a chance to see them again in the future, he would never forget everything that had happened in the past half-year! And the people he had met! Never!
At this moment, something seemed to have quietly fallen from the corners of Lancer eyes...