...an intimate murder...her blood was shed, her heart was pressed against my...
The organ is a prisoner who has been praising death since he opened his eyes. For him, death is the most beautiful, intimate and heart-moving act.
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Yes, he hates sex, doesn't understand love, and knows nothing about loving couples, true love confessions, and possessing each other...
He only longed for a beautiful death.
Death is the ultimate romance he pursues, the gift he desires most, and his favorite dating ritual.
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So, it’s been too long, too long.
He longed to be murdered by M so much that his heart ached and the red under the blue began to roll faintly.
...Yes, no matter how you define entanglement, M cares about him after all, right?
Whether it's caring about a bed partner, a friend, or a dog.
She must still care about him and like him to some extent, so when faced with the sudden "betrayal", she will definitely murder him.
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Rather than dying at the hands of a thing like the warden, it would be better to dedicate his death to the most beautiful banshee.
Besides, he had originally planned to stay away from her, whether the warden showed up or not, he would—
What could leave a person more conveniently than death?
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He prepared for a long time.
It started from the first day you decided to divorce.
No human will approach this private room during this period, making it easy for M to dispose of his body and leave the scene without being discovered.
There's plenty of ice in the carts, extra wheels under the dining tables, and tunnels dug into the walls.
The organist considered for her all the methods for destroying the body and cleaning up the scene.
As a result, he was attacked by the warden in advance, and the body would shatter in a few minutes without leaving any trace.
Well, that’s fine. It’s normal to have some minor mistakes in the plan.
The only thing that matters most is the way he died...
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M was already happily sitting at the dining table, enjoying his steak drizzled with black pepper sauce.
Mr. P walked over and looked at her eating steak with a smile.
...Yes, the way he died.
The way he died was crucial because he wanted a romantic death.
...He has been with her for so long, and at least he has received some care that is not rare. It must be worth a romantic death, right?
The organ hated crude, cold-blooded murder.
It has to be gentle enough, romantic enough, and... beautiful enough.
This is the best murder.
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There is poison hidden in the bottle. The combination of red wine and poison is certainly aesthetically pleasing.
There's a shiny silver bayonet in the ice bucket. It must feel great to pierce your heart with it.
The big bunch of pink tulips given to her had a small steel nail buried in it, which could be taken out by just groping in the bouquet - of course she had the power to kill him with the steel nail. Ah, if there were tulips in his death, it would be so beautiful...
The organist has deduced everything and prepared everything.
He and his wife sat in this room filled with weapons, and if she had used any one—any one—of them to kill him, it would have been a carefully crafted, beautiful death.
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The organ doesn't feel distorted at all.
How much time had he spent with her? He was about to go back to that prison again - why didn't he deserve to die at her hands and have a romantic death?
Even once.
once.
Tell him that she cares about him enough and loves him enough.
He only needs to die once to be satisfied and have no regrets...
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Everything is ready. Now, the only thing needed is to arouse her murderous intent.
How to arouse it?
There were only a few minutes, far less than the originally scheduled time, and simply asking for a divorce was not enough. There must be something else to say - M had been talking about divorce all along, and "divorce" itself was unlikely to make her want to kill - should I make an exception and make up a lie, saying that I wanted to have an affair with another girl?
Organ was unexpectedly nervous. His mind was racing as he spoke directly, "Actually, I asked you to come here today because I want to formally file for divorce... Our relationship can end here."
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M's hand, which was happily eating steak, paused.
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Wait, that seems a bit too mild?
She would have to make up a lie later, whether it was about an emotional affair or a direct affair, or that she already had a crush on someone. A mere divorce application wouldn't have caused her to kill...
He was thinking too much and too fast, and was even more nervous, but what he said was still the truth without any embellishment.
"Because we are not in a relationship, right? I want to end this marriage with you because I want to have a real relationship..."
No, no, that wouldn't work. It would have to be a principled mistake like cheating. How could a simple, uneventful divorce application possibly trigger her murderous intent?
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There was a "bang" sound, which was the sound of the dinner plate falling over.
P opened his eyes wide in surprise.
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It was Miss M opposite who directly stabbed his throat with a steak knife dipped in black pepper sauce.
Her hands moved quickly and accurately, her eyes staring at him were pitch black, and her face was expressionless.
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"Bang" - this sound was the sound of the husband opposite falling down.
M kicked the stool away, squatted down coldly, grabbed his shoulders and dragged him into the elevator.
Oh, of course the bastard wasn't dead. She didn't murder him. After all, he was just an ordinary, fragile human being. Killing him wouldn't be fun.
The banshee, a master of killing, stabbed his trachea with the tip of her knife at that moment.
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At this angle and depth, it will not be fatal, but will only cause the human to fall into a brief coma - stabbing the trachea with a knife is even some kind of emergency medical method in the human world to relieve the human's breathing situation when breathing is difficult. If timely first aid and bandage are performed after three to four minutes, the person can survive completely.
M was very sure that he was not stabbed to death. She was a banshee who was extremely familiar with killing and could definitely control the severity of her attacks.
...Yes, he shouldn't think about dying.
[I want to end my marriage with you because I want to have a true love]
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Dare to ask her for a divorce?
divorce?
Hahahahahaha…are you kidding me…
I can't get a divorce, even if I die.
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M pressed the elevator button, her skirt swaying slightly, and the expression on her face was reflected by the metal door, giving it a cold, sharp feeling.
Just lock him up.
Anyway, he is just a weak and ordinary human being. Once he is handcuffed and locked up, he can't go anywhere.
Divorce... He really dares to think about it, he's really brave. Haha.
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Marrying a Banshee means there is no possibility of divorce.
He wishes.
The nearest pharmacy is right next door... I dragged him over there, pretending to be anxious and asking for emergency bandages... After the wounds were treated, I gave him some sleeping pills and stuffed him into the car... You can buy ropes at the supermarket... Next is the detention center. His colleagues at the company and the neighbors near his home are very dangerous, so I have to choose carefully... It's better to just bring him into the system world. There's no way to escape. Even if he commits suicide and becomes a ghost, don't even think about running away. Screw his divorce - he still wants a new relationship? What does he want? What kind of relationship is this?
He just needs to stay by my side.
He can only stay by my side.
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The elevator door opened again, and M reached down with an expressionless face.
However, she only caught fragments of air.
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The body that was struggling to hold on completely turned into nothingness.
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Eternal Life Society, in a temporary cell.
The [Prisoner] returned to his place.
He was a little dazed.
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...Just like that, just like that, dead?
A steak knife dipped in black pepper sauce... without the slightest hesitation... without the slightest hesitation...
Whether it's the foreshadowing or the lines.
Nothing.
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His death... he had long awaited it... carefully prepared... it would be a romantic death no matter which weapon she chose...
ah.
He got nothing.
The prisoner suddenly thought.
Even when a dog died, she would step over the pile of corpses and place a small flower.
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So...it turns out...whether it's a bed partner...a friend...or a dog...
No matter how much he cares about me, or how much he likes me, doesn't he have any of it?
So...
So that's it.
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No matter how much I design or predict.
She never gets what I want.
……It doesn't matter.
never mind.
It wasn't the first day he'd known her... nor was it the first day he'd understood... The dark Banshee was just this kind of heartless being... She'd kill without a second thought, with the most casual blade, the most brutal... He'd understood it long ago, he understood it very well, and he was completely calm...
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There was a sudden pain on the back of my hand.
Wet, cool, and painful.
Organ raised the back of his hand and found that the pain was caused by a string of transparent water droplets suddenly hitting it.
Click.
Click.
It hurts more than a knife in your throat.
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...What's going on?
Was this cell corroded? What new torture device was this that the warden had invented, a highly corrosive liquid that could harm even a being of his level?
He's quite a genius then... It's a bit surprising that he could actually create such a torture device... He's quite imaginative, I didn't realize it...
Organ turned the back of his hand over, spread out his transparent and pale palm, and received more liquid.
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He observed blankly for a long time before realizing that these transparent, dripping liquids did not corrode his skin.
But...it obviously...hurts.
It hurts much more than those torture instruments.
He followed the direction of the dripping liquid and slowly touched his eyes.
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ah.
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It's not a new torture device.
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The transparent glass curtain wall opposite, which belonged exclusively to the Eternal Life Society's prison cell, reflected his raised face.
The organ observed its own reflection and pondered for a while before realizing that it looked like tears.
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He is crying.
Tears rolled out of the calm, empty red eyes, fell from the lower eyelashes, slid down the cheeks, and then, plop, plop, hit the skin, causing a very painful corrosive sensation.
He is crying...
How is that possible?
He will not be angry or sad, and even if he encounters death thousands of times, his calmness will not be shaken.
The organ looked at his tearful reflection, then slowly stretched out his other hand and pressed it against his eyes.
Can't hold it down.
It's so strange, it's still flowing out.
So strange... so confused... how on earth...
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He heard himself muttering, "It turns out she doesn't care about me at all."
Then, all defenses were broken, and the peaceful prisoners were completely shattered.
He slowly squatted down, looked at his tearful reflection, and cried silently.
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It turns out that she doesn't care about me at all.
It turns out that I don't deserve any death.
It turns out that this kind of thing, this feeling...
It is the abandoned, one-sided, unrequited love.
Ah... woo...
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He curled up in tears, like every stray dog who finally realized he was completely abandoned.
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