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=World No. 198=
=Delivery Success=
Opening her eyes, Miss M found herself standing alone in the dark.
She almost immediately condensed a giant sickle and held it in her hand.
Interesting... This seems interesting.
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It was an empty, quiet darkness, with only a street lamp on not far away and a lonely platform under it.
It's a bus stop.
“…It’s so dark.”
Where are you standing? A street? A bridge? Or a school gate?
...It's too dark, I can't see anything.
After looking around and confirming that there was nothing worth noting except the street lamp and the platform, Miss M let out a sigh of relief.
Then she crossed her legs and sat down in the dark.
dark:"……"
Darkness felt that she had no idea what was going on.
Then, in the darkness, something sped up its turbid breathing.
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The sounds of breathing and heartbeats were ringing in Miss M's ears, getting closer and closer, and louder and louder.
But she just sat there cross-legged, and even raised her head and yawned.
...Who would want to approach such a suspicious place? The only lighted platform in the darkness is obviously a trap similar to a mosquito repellent lamp.
Miss M has always had a great interest in suspicious places, but this time her mission is to rescue employees, and she cannot directly chop, kill, or play with suspicious things - in the horror world, these suspicious things may even be living people, and destroying one will result in a series of complaints.
Miss M is not afraid of complaints - all complaints are thrown to subordinates anyway - but if the employee is turned into a platform and built somewhere, it will be bad if she chop it down with her sickle.
The undead who dared to devour the employees of the system world were invading her territory. Rather than persecuting the employees, M preferred to deal with the idiots who invaded her territory first.
Besides, well, how could it be more interesting to chop up infinitely resurrected lambs than to kill those vicious undead spirits that have fought life and death and have no second chance?
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Although but.
"...Why hasn't Xiao P's message arrived yet..."
Was he scalded to death by hot fruit in the office, or was he run over by a dump truck again?
After sitting in the dark waiting for a long time, Miss M felt a little dissatisfied.
Mr. P would establish remote communication with Ms. M on every rescue mission - simply to prevent his boss from killing both the rescued person and the monster when he got excited. He had to use voice to stabilize his boss's mental state.
Gradually, Miss M also began to like carrying out rescue missions, because chatting with Little P was much more pleasant than dealing with those annoying humans.
Recently, she even wanted to persuade Xiao P to go on field work with her, but Xiao P always refused.
"You really won't 'accidentally' hang me on the tip of your sickle while killing monsters?" - This was the reason he gave.
snort!
She wouldn't!
She would hang Little P at the innermost end of the sickle, close to the handle!
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Mr. P: "Thank you. I'll decline."
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…What are you doing now, Xiao P? Not only did you refuse to go on field missions with me, but you even delayed establishing communication for so long…
Wait, could it be the darkness here that's blocking communication? The last time Little P contacted me, he located the abandoned phone in the old school building, but there's only darkness here... Maybe his location was difficult, which is why he was a minute late...
Yes, the “so long” that Miss M mentioned was actually just a few minutes.
After all, I'm the on-call guy. If I'm even a minute late and don't contact my boss, I should be prepared to be hanged on the sickle.
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"Then let's go find a communication point."
It is convenient for Xiao P to contact me.
Miss M stood up again, ignoring the increasingly loud breathing sounds in the darkness behind her, and walked briskly towards the lighted platform.
It was a brand new bus stop. There was not a speck of dust on the ceiling, the seats were painted a beautiful red, and the tall street lamps standing nearby emitted a dim light.
Miss M looked up at the bus stop sign.
The beautiful red paint reads "999".
"Is there only bus No. 999?"
It's the usual routine, with only one bus stop.
But 999 is quite rare, usually it is route 444.
The bus stops are not marked, and there is only an arrow below 999 indicating the direction the bus is heading.
The long red line had the arrow at the end falling off a little, as if someone had smeared blood there with their fingers.
Miss M felt a little happier after discovering something interesting.
Miss M is willing to pursue all kinds of fun.
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Turning her head, the darkness outside the platform seemed closer than before, and the bright street lights dimmed after she checked the station sign.
It was as if something was creeping closer when you turned your head.
Miss M waved her sickle and hummed a song happily.
"La la ~ In front of the door ~ Under the platform ~ A bunch of flowers are blooming ~"
Randomly changing the lyrics, she sang a catchy nursery rhyme -
"Flower flower flower flower flower flower, four, six, seven, eight~"
The original nursery rhyme is about counting ducks, but Miss M seems to be counting flowers.
The flowers that are about to bloom under the platform.
She raised her sickle and lightly jumped onto the trash can: "In front of the door~ Under the platform~, pull them all out~"
The darkness suddenly approached——
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"Beep, beep, beep, beep..."
With a wave of his hand, the huge black sickle chopped down the street lamp and cut off the entire roof of the platform.
Indescribable screams were heard from the distant darkness, and thick blood spurted out from the cross-section of the fallen street lamp.
Miss M stood on tiptoe on the trash can, raised her sickle in a cheerful mood, and continued to sing: "Why not~ pull them all out~ bang bang!"
——The scream stopped abruptly, and the spurting blood suddenly retracted.
An ordinary clean platform, an ordinary clean street light.
...It was cut in half.
But it doesn’t matter. Now that I’ve calmed down, at least I won’t have the other half cut off.
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Miss M gently jumped off the trash can and walked towards the lamp head that had just been chopped off.
"...Well, there's nothing new here."
She has seen many people using human skin to make lampshades.
Kicking the bloodshot face away with boredom, Miss M looked around, puffed up her cheeks, and slashed at the ground again.
"Hey. Stop dawdling and come up with something more interesting."
ground:"……"
dark:"……"
After dozens of seconds, two beams of car lights lit up in the distance.
It lit up tremblingly.
Miss M exclaimed in surprise, then immediately jumped up to put away the sickle and sat down on the chair with her knees together.
She sits in a very ladylike manner with bright eyes.
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New stuff, new toys!
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The "999" road approached tremblingly.
The exterior doesn't look spooky at all, and the vibration of the wheels conveys a certain anthropomorphic sense of fear.
The door opened, the bus driver sat there woodenly, and a conductor walked down the steps.
"Welcome to bus number 999!"
The conductor was a very handsome man with white teeth when he smiled: "Please buy your ticket before getting on the bus!"
Miss M pouted and said to him in a coquettish tone, "But I don't have any money. What should I do? Can you please just look at me because I'm cute..."
Faced with such coquettishness, the ticket seller's smile was a little stiff: "Don't worry, you can pay 1 liter of blood to buy..."
Miss M swung the knife directly.
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"It's gushing out!" she said with a laugh. "A liter of the conductor's blood! Can I buy the ticket directly now?"
The ticket seller, whose neck was instantly cut and whose carotid artery was bleeding profusely, said: "..."
His remaining limbs staggered and fell, about to collapse on the platform.
Miss M said with a smile, "Don't splash my skirt, Mr. Conductor, stand still."
The ticket seller who was about to splash her face: "..."
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The ticket seller silently stood firm on the steps, turned around, picked up his flying head, and put it back on himself.
After the thing turned back to Miss M, it moved away from its position, revealing only its pupilless eyes.
His face turned pale. "...Congratulations, your ticket purchase was successful."
Ah, as expected.
Miss M felt a little regretful in her heart: only Little P could still keep that funny smile to me after being resurrected.
...Isn't smiling and treating people with a smile basic social etiquette? Besides Xiao P, no one else treats cute ladies with courtesy?
Besides, I was just joking, it wasn't an exaggeration.
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"Tickets. Here, please."
"Thank you~"
Miss M took the black and red paper ticket that looked suspicious no matter how you looked at it, and jumped up the stairs.
"etc."
The conductor said with a blank expression: "You are not allowed to bring controlled knives onto bus 999. Please put down your sickle."
Ms. M: "This rule only applies to the subway. Are you taking the bus?"
"You are not allowed to carry any controlled knives. Please put down your sickle."
Miss M stared at him with a smile.
"Are you scared?"
“…”
"Even without a sickle, I can still twist your head off with my bare hands."
“…”
"Right? So what do you think? Is this rule a bit excessive?"
"...Please put down your sickle. This is the rule. No..."
whispering sound.
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In the end, Miss M put away her sickle.
Twirling a pocket pen, she hummed a song as she walked onto the bus.
Although the scythe could be adjusted in shape, made larger or smaller, and could be re-pulled from her shadow even if it was lost elsewhere...it wasn't an external weapon, but a part of her...
——But it seems really interesting here, so she should spend more time and play with it.
Moreover, it is not suitable to swing the sickle in the narrow carriage, so you need to choose a more interesting method.
For now, I will set her as a "powerless" beautiful girl~
"Welcome to bus No. 999. Please choose your seat carefully before taking your seat."
The conductor's sinister voice rang out from behind her: "Your seat will determine your position, and your position will determine your life partner."
"Route 999 is dedicated to helping passengers find their perfect life partner. 999 for life. This is our service motto. ...Since this passenger is traveling alone, he or she must find their partner before sitting down."
Looking around, the carriage was filled with men and women sitting in pairs.
Only a few men were isolated from the crowd, sitting alone in remote locations.
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Oh, and two-player teams are mandatory.
That is to say, when she chose to sit down, she had to choose one of the men sitting alone and sit next to her.
...This is a bit boring, Miss M frowned.
She hated men—all men were dirty, low-class, and disgusting. She wanted to kill any man who tried to flirt with her—in fact, just now, before she heard the ticket purchase conditions, she wanted to chop off the ticket seller's neck—his eyes were so dirty—
Compromise for the mission? Even more impossible.
Then again, the purpose is to "find the perfect life partner, 999 for life", and the terrifying theme that this bus full of paired men and women seems to revolve around is love and relationships.
...Ms. M has no interest in romantic relationships at all.
She turned around and said, "No, get off the bus."
Ticket seller: "...Wait, maybe the person you are looking for is..."
A hint?
Is that unlucky employee here? One of these single male passengers?
Miss M made a "tsk" sound.
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This is a rescue mission... She also needs to find a communication point as soon as possible and contact Little P.
There is no way.
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Miss M took a quick look and walked directly to the last row by the window and sat down.
The man next to her was a student with a very clean temperament. He was leaning against the window glass with his shoulders slightly hunched.
He was wearing a hoodie, jeans, a baseball cap and a mask. He was huddled under the hood and mask, with the white headphone wires slightly exposed.
She looked very socially anxious, and she didn't even glance at me after she sat down.
Ms. M chose this position mainly because she could tell from his body language that this student, who was facing the crowd and hiding in his hood by the window, did not want to socialize with others. He might even be a little tired, and maybe he fell asleep by the window.
The backpacks on the students' backs also prove this point: they are stuffed full, probably with a lot of test papers.
——Well, without communication, there is no chatting up, and without chatting up, there is no trouble.
Miss M looked away with disinterest.
The students in the ivory tower still have a melancholy and reclusive look, just like simple and harmless little lambs.
She had no interest in that genre at all.
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"...Is it M? Are you...M?"
A muffled scream suddenly came from the front row: "M...you actually came to save me personally?"
Oh, that unlucky employee?
It’s here as expected.
Miss M looked up and said, "Your ID is..."
He was a man in a suit, holding onto the back of a chair in a not-so-cool manner. He turned his head quietly to look at her, his face full of surprise.
He had slicked back hair, wore an expensive watch, and had a shiny jeweled tie clip on his tie.
His cold and hard features, combined with his glittering golden elite outfit, make him look like the embodiment of a domineering CEO.
...The premise is that the domineering president did not show such pitiful and surprised eyes, and he would not twist his waist and stick his butt out to lean on the back of the chair to talk to the back seat.
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Faced with this face, Miss M's light tone immediately turned cold.
"...It's you. Why don't you stay in the purchasing department and come to the maintenance department to get yourself killed?"
The former head of the purchasing department, the second-highest-paid employee in the system world besides M, and the current Mr. T smiled at her ingratiatingly.
"I miss you so much that I can't sleep..."
Miss M smiled sweetly and threw a straight punch.
Mr. T groaned while holding his broken nose—but Miss M threw another punch—
-twenty two-
"If you can't sleep, I suggest you sleep forever."
The oil is dead.
Yue.
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The second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch—Ms. M, grinning, gradually punched the colleague in the front row until he was blurred out, but the nausea from being rubbed by the oil still lingered—she simply stood up, intending to step over with her foot, and in the process pull out the chair and smash it—
But one hand interrupted Miss M.
A hand reached out from the side, holding a pack of clean wet wipes.
"It's dirty." The student hummed under his mask, "Please wipe it clean."
……oh.
-twenty four-
Miss M retracted her hands and feet, avoided the mosaics in the front row, and sat down again in a very ladylike posture.
She obediently took out a wet wipe to wipe her hands, and threw a dirty ball onto the mosaics.
...Hey, why is she so obedient?
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