-1-

The rooms at the headquarters of the Eternal Life Association's top brass are luxuriously appointed, and the rooms of the white-robed individuals are naturally no less impressive. According to the information Mr. P obtained by hacking into the backend—

Yes, he not only hacked into the backend of the Eternal Life Game, but also hacked into the backend of the Eternal Life Club headquarters based on the traces left by the Eternal Life Club in the FN799 world.

From the president's office to the bend of a water pipe, everything about the Eternal Life Society headquarters was imprinted in Mr. P's mind.

As long as it exists in the dimension of the horror world, Mr. P can find it. The only difference is the speed of time.

-2-

It has been emphasized a thousand times that he is just an ordinary civil servant, and all he can do is his job.

Mr. P never thought that his ability to migrate thousands of worlds, cross dimensions in seconds, and troubleshoot data bugs more efficiently than machines was worth boasting about. He was not a high-dimensional god, but was too accustomed to making all preparations for his superiors.

I can't carry a sickle weighing thousands of pounds, but I must be able to lock on the right target for my boss before she picks up the knife.

Otherwise, how would you dare to claim to be your boss's most trusted subordinate?

-3-

Moreover, if he had previously acted as a "subordinate," arriving and leaving get off work on time, working only within the prescribed working hours and avoiding overtime whenever possible—

This time, he checked the background of the Eternal Life Society with extra care, and it only took him a dozen minutes sitting in the lounge, which undoubtedly involved some personal emotions.

Mr. P wouldn't mind any of Miss M's past experiences. He could guess without thinking that Miss M's crazy and casual style must have caused a lot of trouble for other guys.

He was surprised that she had ever been in love, but he never thought she had no experience.

Things like whether someone has experience or not can be seen after spending some time with them - as long as they are a guy with a slightly delicate mind.

But Mr. P is not a heartless boss.

Just by observing some of her natural reactions, he could already guess a lot of things.

He didn't think his boss would come up with new ways to liven things up, but sometimes her seduction was so natural and practiced, as if she had done it countless times with a reluctant guy.

But it doesn't matter if he guessed it. If someone told him that M, who had walked alone for such a long time, was a blank sheet of paper, Mr. P would find it ridiculous.

-4-

We are all adult ghosts who have been dead for who knows how long. Be more mature. This is not a love fairy tale written for students.

He is not his boss's only one, no one is anyone's only one.

-5-

Just like himself, there is never any immaturity or tension in his nightlife. Sometimes when he accompanies his boss to have fun, the slight feeling of boredom that arises in his heart is as familiar as an old friend, as if this helpless one-way service has been repeated countless times.

So even though Mr. P guessed early on that M had a partner and experience in the past, he didn't react much.

Those guys are all dead and forgotten by the boss, so it doesn't matter, does it?

He is the only deceased who is still with her and is remembered by her all the time.

Why bother?

This is the same reason why he doesn't mind his boss wearing a miniskirt to go clubbing: the boss will kill those who want to stick their eyes into the miniskirt anyway.

Why should he care about the dead?

At most, I would pick up the mop and mop the floor a few more times.

-6-

Even if we take a step back, he and his boss are not partners, so why should they care about each other?

However, it is strange that Mr. P can calmly admit that "my boss has provoked countless people in the past", but he cannot calmly accept -

"Some guy my boss provoked in the past is now full of hostility towards her."

-7-

It's like fans of only one idol can tolerate their idol having a lot of fans, but cannot tolerate one of them being a black fan.

Mr. P was targeted by the secretive president in various ways. He had his heart crushed by his minions, was pushed off a building by members of his organization, and even had a gift from his superiors stolen by him...

He was quite calm. He would take time out to investigate during work, and handle what he could. He would not get anxious if he could not collect any intelligence, and would still go home to play at a certain time.

Anyway, well, the boss is very powerful, and the other party can only find opportunities like this to attack him.

It wasn't until the FN799 world that he discovered the mental attack against his boss.

Mr. P realized that the president was more than just infatuated with his boss.

“Kill the Banshee” isn’t just some pretentious catchphrase.

That person hated her.

Hated her so much that he wanted to kill her—in the most painful way possible.

-8-

...Why?

Why do you hate her?

Since that person once used the banner of "emotion" to approach the boss - a silly, heartless boss who had "don't let me be responsible, I just want to have fun" written on his face -

The angel felt from the bottom of his heart that no matter what kind of harm he suffered, he deserved it.

Miss M would not use sweet words to deceive people. She is simply too stupid to lie.

Please, would she say she loves you over and over again and then abandon you over and over again?

She will just keep emphasizing "I don't like you". Once she abandons you, it will be impossible for her to pick you up again.

Abandoning again and again, but picking it up again and again is the premise.

The boss is a bad guy, but she is not a scumbag at all.

She sat down at the gambling table for fun, and laid out the price clearly before her.

The choice of whether to participate in the gamble called "admiration" is in your hands. How can you turn around and hate her, and hate her so much that you wish her life would be worse than death?

Perhaps ten million people have admired a beautiful and mysterious being like her, but should the boss be responsible for the heartbreak of those ten million people?

-9-

When your heart is broken, mend it and catch up again.

If you can’t catch up and it’s broken beyond repair, just leave.

What's the point of hurting her?

-10-

Mr. P finally got a little personal.

He doesn't like to work with emotions, but emotions cannot be controlled by reason. Mr. P rarely had emotions in the past, and he had no habit of suppressing emotions.

He began to seriously "care" about the president's existence.

Ten minutes later, Mr. P, who was seriously "concerned", completely hacked into the background of the Eternal Life Society headquarters, obtained all the information he needed, and then formulated a destruction plan.

——This is not just slacking off at work, this is venting personal emotions.

-11-

It turns out that excellent subordinates can still be highly efficient at work even when they express their personal emotions.

"...According to the backstage data, the reason the Eternal Life Society is so unique that it's never been detected by the system world, and every time it's detected, it can only be identified as 'unknown fluctuations', is because the world it inhabits is relatively special, possessing the ability to isolate the system world... The source of this ability is unknown. Perhaps I need to visit the archives here later to search for traces of this world before the Eternal Life Society..."

As Mr. P reported, he fluffed up a pillow and handed it to Ms. M, who was squatting on the handlebars: "You lie down here and rest for a while."

Miss M lowered her head and raised her pad to touch it, then withdrew it with a bit of disgust.

"No. It's not as fragrant as Little P's pillow, and it's not as soft as Little P's pillow."

"…It's work time now, Ms. M."

The subordinate paused while making the bed. "Besides, this room is much more luxurious than my dorm."

——This is the truth. As a high-ranking member of the Eternal Life Society and an evil spirit who does not need to abide by rules and regulations, the white-robed man's accommodation conditions are quite luxurious.

Not to mention anything else, the bed in the room can sleep four or five people, and the pillow core and quilt cover are all quite high-end products.

Which neutral and lawful camp can make more money than the evil and chaotic camp? The wages and bonuses accumulated by hard work under the rules cannot compare to the huge amounts of energy brought by robbery and massacre.

-12-

Besides, putting aside the factions, if we compare them individually, the white-robed man's room is much more luxurious than Mr. P's dormitory—

Mr. P may earn more than the man in white robes, but he doesn't like to stay at home in his spare time. He likes to run around in various holiday worlds, and his dormitory is only used to grow flowers and support his boss.

He would help his boss with housework, but he was definitely not the homebody type. He would go out and play whenever he could, so he didn't care much about furniture and decoration, and he didn't mind sleeping in the attic for decades.

Not like the man in white robes.

The latter is obviously a severely autistic child. Apart from going out to eat people, animals and undead, he stays alone in his room.

Therefore, the room is his only permanent place and the only place he spends some time to decorate.

-13-

Mr. P lifted the quilt and felt the full down inside, feeling a little hesitant.

...If I put this kind of quilt in my boss's bedroom, would it reduce the chances of her climbing onto the bed and causing trouble in the middle of the night?

I had previously put off the topic until "after get off work". Based on my boss's usual style, she probably wouldn't remember it, but who knows if she would suddenly realize it one day.

Mr. P welcomed his boss's little pranks, but he really didn't welcome her taking a knife and cutting his belt buckle.

...Hey, why does this random example seem so familiar and gives me a headache?

After this mission, he would definitely take a solo vacation...to adjust his mental state...he had been having strange things happen lately...

-14-

Ms. M didn't realize what her subordinates were thinking.

She pushed the pillow in front of her again in disgust, feeling that nothing about this room was pleasing to the eye.

——It’s not like Miss M hasn’t slept in a luxurious room before. She has slept in the presidential suite countless times and even in the palaces of princes and nobles.

No matter how gorgeously and luxuriously humans decorate their homes, the Banshee can smell the odor of decay with just a sniff.

This luxurious room belonged to a sinister spirit. She could smell every bit of death devoured by the man in white robe, and could also hear him rolling and wailing here, obsessed with a memory of his life, so twisted and pitiful.

M had never noticed the man in white before. Even though he had the same face as Little P, she would have arbitrarily judged him as a "fake", but...

She looked coldly at the bed.

-15-

Mr. P opened another layer of data channel belonging to the system world. Inside was a small space, a bit like the space built by the main system in the central control room to store her belongings.

However, in this space built by little P, there is nothing related to her.

All that was left was the unconscious person—the ugly fake who looked like Xiao P and was wearing a white robe.

Miss M watched him coldly as he carried the man out, placed him on the made bed, and even combed his hair.

-16-

The key to executing the plan is to replace this guy's identity. It just so happens that this guy fainted on the floor of the concert, so Xiao P puts on his white robe.

But he reached out and took off his robe, put it on himself, and then reached out to open a space and carried the unconscious guy in.

...Is it necessary?

Even if it was to ensure that the plan was foolproof, there was no need for Little P to just reach out and hug him.

Moreover, the concert was so chaotic, why did he notice this guy lying on the ground and hide him and take him away?

-17-

No matter how Miss M thought about it, she felt that Xiao P had some unconscious special feelings for this guy.

Has Xiao P ever carried me to bed?

...It seems like there was, but every time it was me who took the initiative to ask for it, and after he carried me to bed, he didn't just cover me with a blanket to let me sleep.

Little P never simply covered me with a blanket, nor did he coax me to sleep.

——Miss M selectively forgot that every time she was covered with a quilt and coaxed to sleep, she would make a fuss and ask for more than just kisses and hugs, which made Miss M very unhappy.

She stretched out her claws, intending to hit the unconscious fake with the pillow directly on his face, but she forgot to retract the claws she had just extended, and with a "ripping" sound, she started again -

She scratched the pillow until it broke.

Mr. P was setting up the monitoring program for the unconscious man in the white robe. When he heard the noise, he said "Quiet" without thinking.

It will take some time for the monitoring and isolation procedures to take effect. If the boss makes a noise and wakes up the man in white robe, it will be difficult to deal with.

Ms. M: “…”

-18-

She was taught a lesson by her subordinates.

…her subordinates actually scolded her because of this guy!!

What's going on? Is this guy's sleep quality more important than my mood as his boss?!

-19-

——Miss M knew that her idea was purely unreasonable, and she also knew that she couldn't make a fuss at this time. She couldn't even explain why she disliked the blond guy so much, even more than those greasy and trashy suitors, so much so that every time Xiao P made a move on him, she wanted to pounce on him and bite the guy's face.

Just like how Mr. P can never fall in love with Miss W, there are some mysterious coincidences that happen in this world.

...So Miss M didn't shout out loud in the end. She just held it all back in anger.

Xiao P has gone too far! She must demand compensation after this mission is over!

…She would do it all night long! And then be simply covered with a blanket and coaxed to sleep!

-20-

Mr. P settled the man in white robe, checked the set-up procedures, and made sure that there was no possibility of him waking up or being sensed by the outside world. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and leave the bedside.

But Miss M noticed that he subconsciously touched the other person's head when he left. The action was very natural, as if every time he turned around and left in the past, she would reach out and touch his head.

She couldn't help but bare her teeth.

...That ugly fake actually touched my subordinate's hand with his forehead! That's my subordinate! My subordinate!

Damn it, damn it, damn it. If this wasn't a job for infiltration, she would have just raised her claws and gone right over there—

-twenty one-

Mr. P turned around and was about to continue his work report when he saw that there was only a ball of cotton wool left on the pillow in front of his boss's paw.

Mr. P: "...After you transformed into this form, do you still feel the psychological effect of being unable to help sharpening your claws?"

Miss M looked down at the torn pillow under her claws - the cotton wool - and then looked up at him.

A small black cat that was not even as big as an adult's head could clearly show the feeling of a gloomy emperor at a glance.

...Mr. P didn't notice any cold imperial aura. He could tell something was wrong just from the way her ear hair stood up.

"Let's talk after the mission is over," he avoided the cat's glare with a headache and walked to the other side of the room to explore, "It's work time now, Ms. M."

He had to concentrate on destroying the entire organization, and he had to be extremely careful in the process so as not to be distracted by this super cute black cat.

When it comes to appeasing your boss's cat, it happens once, then twice, and then three times. After the third time, it's impossible to work seriously. You can only hold your boss in your arms and pet the cat.

——Using this infiltration method would easily cause interference to the executors. She had definitely never experienced teamwork when using this infiltration method before.

-twenty two-

Miss M certainly knew what serious business was. She had just suppressed the loud noises for the sake of serious business, which was a rare occurrence.

"Xiao P, it's not working hours now. Usually, I'd be watching TV in your dorm after get off work at this time."

Mr. P: “I volunteered to work overtime…”

"Yes, yes. Because of your voluntary overtime, your boss had to work overtime to protect you."

"...Okay, I get it... Do you want to trade again... or do you want me to pay you additional compensation... In that case..."

He sounded really reluctant.

...Why does he sound so reluctant?! A separated couple in the cooling-off period for a divorce?

Miss M scratched the cotton wool under her hand fiercely - the last remnant of the pillow also turned to ashes.

"I don't want any deal this time!" she said fiercely. "Do you think my boss only has dirty thoughts in his head?!"

The subordinate immediately sounded much happier: "Of course not. Then how about I treat you to a meal? Let's go to the new curry pork chop rice place downstairs from the department."

Ms. M: “…”

-twenty three-

A night of trading was suddenly downgraded to a bowl of curry pork chop rice.

...If I had known earlier, I would have said that my brain was full of yellow garbage!

"Xiao P, you..."

Mr. P paused his groping and placed his hand on the dazzling array of wall lamps on the painted stone wall.

"These," he said thoughtfully, "are a bit like musical notes... sheet music...would you like to take a look?"

Miss M immediately jumped off the stool, walked over to him and tugged at his trouser legs.

Mr. P bent down and picked her up, letting the black cat jump lightly onto his shoulders and then climb onto his head.

Miss M squatted on top of him, looked at the staggered wall lamps, and wagged her tail.

"Stand further away."

The subordinate took a few steps back so that she could take in the layout of the entire wall from above her head.

If the subtle curves of the wall lamps are musical notes, and their scattered positions are markings, then the wallpaper behind them is...

"It's sheet music. And this score looks familiar... Hmm..."

"It's a hymn to the Banshee."

Mr. P suddenly said, "The second section."

-twenty four-

The boss above his head paused in wagging his tail, and then Mr. P felt his hair itching a few times, and a small paw slid above and covered his eyebrows.

Mr. P looked up and saw half a cat's head falling from the sky.

——Miss M lowered her head just as he raised his eyes. As she raised and lowered her head, the upturned cat's head appeared in his field of vision.

From this angle, the cat's face looks like a pancake.

It is undoubtedly an upside-down cat cake.

Mr. P couldn't help but sigh: "You can gain some weight, and your chin will be more cute if it's rounder."

Ms. M: “…”

Ms. M: "Is this the only feeling you have when I stare at you silently like this?"

You stare at me like this, how can I discern the deeper meaning behind your eyes?

-25-

Mr. P couldn't help but reach out and gently scratch her chin.

Boss: "Hurrah... Meow... Answer the question! Work time!"

Mr. P regretfully withdrew his hand: "I did answer. You stared at me silently with such eyes, and my feeling was that your chin was very nice to touch."

Ms. M: "...If you keep doing this, I'll fire you."

oh.

-26-

According to the information he had hacked into from the backstage, each high-level room had passages leading to other important places in the Eternal Life Society headquarters.

This is also one of the reasons why he wanted to come in disguised as a man in a white robe. As a senior official, the man in a white robe has high authority, and the passage in the room may lead to a confidential location.

Mr. P did not doubt that Miss M had the ability to destroy the entire Eternal Life Society with ease, but the president was no fool. He could release the goal of "killing the Banshee", so he must have had his own additional preparations.

Mr. P's plan is complicated to implement, but simple to summarize: find all of the president's backup plans, destroy them, and after confirming that they are foolproof, release the boss and destroy the Eternal Life Society.

This is also the reason why Miss M can stay here patiently and suppress her random shouting and joking: she knows that if she just endures for a little longer, she can have fun (kill) and make trouble (quit) without any worries.

Xiao P's work efficiency is still very reliable. It only takes more than ten minutes to hack into the backend and integrate all the information, so other work should not take more than half an hour.

-27-

——It’s the same this time.

While Miss M was distracted, Mr. P had already reached out and turned the wall lamps - musical notes - in the correct order.

Hymn to the Banshee... When she still thought it looked familiar, he could even tell which stanza it was...

"Have you forgotten, Miss M?" the subordinate whispered, "When you ordered me to investigate that flyer, I also looked up all the information on the Banshee and learned that this hymn is quite common."

Miss M looked away, and Mr. P felt the claws above his head retract.

…Should have argued later, so she could have kept pressing his eyebrows.

The wall lamp was opened, and the hidden music score was lit up one by one.

The wall opened, revealing an ancient, dark corridor.

From some empty place in the darkness came a song—a soft, childish song, a hymn to the banshee—

But, that was just a very slight echo in the dark.

The singing was too subtle, that little voice was thinner than air.

-28-

Miss M shook her ears as if she realized something, but her subordinate had already stepped into the passage without thinking.

The faint sound of singing slipped away like the wind.

"...You walk really fast."

"Quick victory, isn't it?"

-29-

Yeah.

-30-

It was a bit unlike him that his subordinate, with such a cautious personality, would step into the passage without even probing.

Unless... he predicted what was inside the passage.

-31-

Miss M couldn't help but press her paw on his eyebrows again.

In the dark corridor, she did not issue any other orders.

"Little P."

"yes."

Well, he never would have replied otherwise.

Miss M was a little confused. She was sure that the guy under her claws was her subordinate, but the deeper she went into the corridor while sitting on top of her subordinate's head, the more uneasy she became.

...If there was no problem with her subordinates, why would she be so uneasy?

Miss M patted his forehead.

"Little P."

-32-

The patting sounded capricious, but in fact it was very confused.

"Xiao P Ya" can mean "Ouch", "Hmm", "Boring uh uh", "I fell down wuwu" ... and so on.

My boss just loves to use "小P" as an interjection. No matter how many times I tell him to, he won't change.

Mr. P stopped and reached out to touch the paw pressing on his forehead.

"If you're worried," his tone sounded reassuring in the endless darkness, "we can turn back now."

Miss M finally understood.

"Do you know what's over there?"

"Yeah. I found it when I hacked into the backend. It's locked behind layers of encryption."

"Is that one of the things you need to destroy? The first thing you need to destroy?"

"Yes."

"Is that something that would make me uneasy?"

“…”

-33-

The subordinate did not give another affirmative answer. He just touched her paw lightly with his fingers again, as if touching the back of her hand.

"I don't know. You decide."

...Yes, this is her subordinate.

Whatever she said, he would do.

-34-

Miss M was silent for a moment: "Let's go."

She was squatting on her subordinate's golden hair, which felt so good in her hands. What unknown anxiety could she have?

It is not her style to be hesitant and cautious - working with the most powerful boss, Xiao P can indeed step into any unknown place without thinking.

So Mr. P continued to move forward, speeding up, and soon he reached the end of the corridor.

——Nothing special, still a pitch-black corridor.

In the dull black, a small round hole emitting a crimson glow was particularly noticeable.

Small, small... so small that it can barely accommodate a small black cat that is not even as big as an adult's head.

-35-

The little black cat squatting on top of the subordinate's head said nothing.

Her subordinates then squatted down, picked her up, and gently placed her in front of the round hole.

"...Did you know this already?"

Knowing the end of the corridor is a place where only I can go in and explore.

The subordinate bent his fingers and gently slid the back of his fingers over her head and down her back.

He was deliberately trying to comfort her, and he chose this moment to reach out and comfort her in such an intimate way for the first time.

…Even though Miss M knew he did it on purpose, she couldn’t ignore the soothing effect.

"I know quite a bit," he said slowly, "but not a whole lot either. There may be other ways into this place, but since you came with me, I chose this one."

"This is work, Xiao P. You shouldn't hide anything from your boss at work."

"Of course. I've never hidden anything from you."

“…”

“…”

-36-

Miss M understood the hidden meaning in his words.

Yes, there is nothing to hide.

...She never asked, so he never answered.

-37-

Since Miss M is used to not remembering anyone, how could she possibly ask about anyone's secrets?

Testing, playing, pondering, she tried superficially, like stretching out her claws to catch the moon in the water - never intending to pick it up, nor expecting it to respond.

I crushed it on a whim and was ready to leave at any time.

So he also gently avoided her.

——The subordinate is a very honest guy. As long as she really wants to ask, he will definitely give an answer.

-38-

The same goes for kissing.

As long as she really wanted a kiss, he would give it to her.

-39-

Miss M was a little annoyed, but she knew it was no one's fault.

He had served her for fifty years…perhaps she should have asked more questions.

She is ready to leave anyone at any time, but will this guy whose last wish is "eternal peace in all the world" really leave one day?

I should have asked more questions... got closer...

"You tricked me, Little P."

"No, Miss M."

The subordinate's hand, which had been soothing her back, left and patted her head. "That's something you'll have to destroy sooner or later. I believe you can do it. You're my invincible boss."

"...It's useless to flatter people at this time, Xiao P."

"Really? My boss is really sharp at this time."

-40-

Miss M raised her paw and tickled him lightly.

"Wait for me right here. No matter what... don't run around."

"Yes, Miss M."

-41-

The little black cat turned its head and glared at him - even though it was completely dark around, it was still very easy to glare at the guy with golden hair -

The latter may have waved to her, or perhaps still had a smile on his face.

"Go quickly and come back soon. I'll wait for you right here."

"……whispering sound."

-42-

Leaving behind an ambiguous sneer, the black cat crawled into the round hole emitting a crimson light.

... cyanosis.

Mr. P watched her leave in the darkness.

He didn't actually wave at her, nor did he smile.

-43-

It's hard to keep smiling when you're watching someone you like disappear into a place where they might never leave again.

-44-

【It is something you must destroy.】

...Yes, it is also something he must destroy.

So he personally sent her back here, putting aside any selfish thoughts.

Sometimes, to scheme against someone, you have to put aside your selfishness.

M.

-45-

Don't be anxious, don't be afraid, this is the last step.

...M.

-46-

After the black cat passed through, the round hole closed, and Mr. P silently watched the blue light disappear.

…disappearing bit by bit, just like the night sky gradually turning dark.

In fact, the night sky is not purely dark. The clear night sky is blue, and the night sky before sunrise is also blue.

Only at some point it turns pitch black.

The darkest hour.

-47-

Mr. P closed his eyes and turned away.

He had other things to do, and they couldn't wait any longer.

-48-

In the dark corridor, the footsteps gradually faded away.

The footsteps are getting closer.

Different footsteps stopped at both ends of a certain darkness.

-49-

"Long time no see, dear puppy."

"Long time no see, Warden."

"What are you sneaking around here doing, puppy?"

"Preparing to destroy you."

"...You have such a good sense of humor, little dog. I forgot how boring this place is without you..."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Hehe...puppy."

-50-

Pitch black.

Darkest.

Mr. P moved his blue eyes indifferently and looked at the hand stretched out opposite him - a hand that was particularly conspicuous in the lightless darkness - because that hand was holding a shiny knife.

Long and narrow, thin blade.

It was a very sharp knife, so sharp that it could shine brightly even in the darkness here.

Mr. P knew how sharp the knife was because it had sliced ​​through all his fingers, cut off his tongue, and gouged out his eyes.

-51-

He looked at the weapon that had killed him completely, with no expression.

What expression can they make? The undead have never learned how to manage their expressions when facing deadly weapons.

-52-

"What are you thinking about, dear little dog? Are you wondering if you can escape this time? You crawl on the ground on your fingerless paws and bark pitifully?"

Mr. P: "No. I was just thinking, you talk too much. I'm getting a little impatient waiting."

“…”

The shining knife was suddenly raised up and swung down - stabbing forward.

-53-

Mr. P did not resist at all.

It is impossible for the undead to put up any resistance against the weapon that killed them...and it is impossible for prisoners to put up any resistance against their warden.

He always called him a puppy because he could only wag his tail and beg for mercy like a puppy and was unable to resist.

Mr. P spread his hands flat, closed his eyes, and happily welcomed this unpleasant death.

-54-

"...Did you sleep well?"

After an unknown amount of time, Miss W suddenly opened her eyes.

She was still lying in the endless darkness, but there was a sound.

...From above? From the front? From where—which direction—no, wait, she couldn't tell—

The long period of darkness almost completely wiped out her sense of direction, and that guy hadn't contacted her in the thinking space for a long time. Miss W shook her head and sat up with difficulty.

"Dang", "Dang", "Clang", a chaotic sound, as if a lock somewhere was opened, or as if a chain was hitting the stone wall.

"Dangdangdang" - like some kind of bell carrying black humor.

Miss W covered her head and said, "What do you want to do?!"

-55-

Someone smiled.

"I'll give you a new cellmate... I'm wrong, it's a dead dog."

There was another noisy sound, and then, "Plop" -

Miss W clearly felt that a door somewhere was opened and something was thrown in.

That thing had weight, volume, and temperature, and was thrown right next to her.

...But, no breathing.

The thing wasn't breathing.

-56-

Miss W's fingers began to tremble.

She groped for the object beside her—it was a human body—clearly a human body—and it was dripping with wet—sticky—

"Have a nice jail time, then."

The guy who threw the object in smiled again, and then there was a loud "bang" and the door was closed tightly.

-57-

Miss W had never been so frightened.

"Hey... Hey! Hey! What are you... Who are you... Hey! Answer me!"

...She was raised and protected by her younger sister. Perhaps she had experienced many hardships and could understand people's hearts, but how could she have ever seen a corpse?

She's not even undead.

"Hey... Hey! Hey, answer me—"

"Be quiet."

-58-

The thing next to him suddenly spoke up: "You're being noisy, I'm dying."

Ms. W: “…”

-59-

Miss W raised her hand and slapped him hard.

"What a stupid thing! What a stupid thing! You scared me! Don't scare me, I'm telling you, don't scare me, I'm also a half-dead ghost, wuwuwuwuwu——"

“…”

-60-

The thing next to it turned over silently, and all the slaps Miss W received fell to the ground.

When Miss W jumped up and whimpered, covering her red hands, he said calmly, "You are the idiot."

-61-

If I had known, I wouldn't have died on purpose to pick this girl up. Let her rot and stink here, idiot.