-1-
M doesn't like to save memories.
She is a shepherd beyond the world, and her existence transcends the dead, the source, and the data points.
The time error between the system world and other worlds has taken away too many things.
When her sister ended her life in that quiet and beautiful world, she had no idea how many hundreds of years had passed here.
...To be honest, she has forgotten too many things.
-2-
But she had to forget.
Just like a hiker who carries all kinds of heavy bags at the beginning of his journey, but after trekking all the way and finally reaching his destination, he may even lose his trekking poles.
You always have to leave something behind and give up something before you can keep going.
[Sister] is the baggage that M has to carry when she starts her journey. It is the baggage that she has been reluctant to put down since she started carrying it. It marks why she became M and why she has to keep going.
So she always remembers her sister.
...However, M's journey doesn't even have a destination.
That's a time with no end in sight.
-3-
In order to move forward, M, who already had the burden of "sister" on her back, had to give up many, many, many things.
Apart from her sister's memory, she wants nothing.
Apart from her sister, she won't remember anyone.
——But M knows better than anyone why her sister wants to leave her, why her sister deserves such a peaceful home, and why her sister cannot be disturbed by her.
She is a dead soul, and her sister is alive.
She is a non-human, and her sister is a mortal.
My sister longs for a family and children, she longs for... no, she longs for nothing, she is just a madman chasing fun and chaos.
Her sister couldn't reach her side of the world, and she couldn't follow her sister's path.
-4-
Therefore, only the memory of [my sister] is a useless burden.
The person is gone.
...But M insisted on continuing to carry this useless burden and went on stubbornly, to the point of abandoning the whole world except her sister.
Friends I met in the past, non-humans I had a great time chatting with, a chance encounter in a certain time and space...
When those things began to make her care, attract her attention, and intersect with her.
Then, she had to realize in advance that there would be a day of farewell.
Just like those idiots who once stood with my sister, the monk who once chanted for her, and the inhuman who once made a bet with her in a bizarre place.
She knew she would leave, and she knew they would eventually die.
...When M clearly realizes the "separation", the memories of them will become extremely heavy and become a "burden" that M must abandon.
-5-
Well, than waiting for the real separation.
I might as well "abandon" it first and end it at the most beautiful place.
M turned and left, abandoning all memories of the other person.
Anyway, he was destined to be a passerby.
It won't stop, and it can't stop.
I'm not the type to stay.
She is M, her world only needs fresh first encounters, there can be no reunion.
-6-
She had fun, but she knew they would never see each other again, so she turned and left early.
The burden I always carry on my shoulders is heavy enough just having a sister.
Wandering in this terrifyingly long river of time with no end in sight, just a burden was enough to make her exhausted.
She won't carry more burdens, and she won't care about more people.
She will take the pursuit of fun as her only creed. Fun should be something light and she must not be dragged down by any "burden".
...Anyone, anyone, except my sister.
-7-
[Ms. M can't live in the past forever. You know that very well.]
——Mr. P had observed this a long time ago, and when he told Miss W in his thinking space, he realized that she also understood.
They both knew it well.
M can't go on like this.
-8-
She needs to throw away the baggage that has long been useless, and she needs to have new encounters.
But who can reach a monster like M, and who is truly worthy of such a being like M?
...Let alone a reunion, even meeting her and being truly noticed by her is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Just as the sky doesn't care about the ants moving on the ground, M doesn't care about the mortals passing by.
-9-
Mr. P then hinted at the question by saying, "You can't live in the past forever," and Ms. W was speechless.
She was one of the mortals, and she had long passed by her sister and rushed towards her own destination.
…She couldn’t give an answer, so she couldn’t be the one to answer the question from the beginning.
However, Miss W could not understand why Mr. P said this.
Was he really questioning her? Questioning her, who couldn't possibly answer? What kind of answer did he want from her? Did he really need her so-called answer? What exactly did he want to do with his sister?
——Mr. P is a mysterious person, just like Miss M.
-10-
If Miss W were present at this moment, she would be even more deeply afraid and worried about her sister.
In Miss M's long, long journey with no end in sight, Mr. P became the first person she made an exception to look back on and the first person she opened the door to.
For the first time ever, she turned back and picked up the baggage she had discarded in the past.
...under his guidance.
-11-
"That so-and-so, the one in the purchasing department... the super-rich supervisor... right?"
"Today is his anniversary. Why don't you go and have a meal?"
That’s right.
That's when it started.
-12-
U, who started to talk without restraint after getting drunk, R, who was very angry with her because of the silk skirt incident, and X, who was dragged over by her to pay for the drinks.
Just like the anniversary carnival party that belonged to Xiao P last night.
It all started one night, in a bar, with those people.
In fact, that day was also the end of an anniversary celebration.
However, the protagonist of that anniversary festival was...
-13-
"I'm not interested in that type, and he's not my ex-boyfriend at all."
Miss M was in a very good mood after just finishing a nightclub. Of course, the three glasses of apple brandy with pink umbrellas also played a big role.
Of course, she didn't pay for the wine. X "voluntarily" bought it with shaking hands.
Because she was in a good mood, Miss M became interested in talking. She did not try to hold down the demented U, but waved to her under the messy lights in the nightclub.
U, who was completely drunk, started nudging her with his elbows: "Hehehehe—you really don't want to go—I'm the head of the purchasing department, but I'm number one on the income list—I've been chasing you for so many years—hehehehe!"
R, who was sober next to him: "..."
-14-
The one you are messing with is M. Look carefully, although she is holding a wine glass with a pink umbrella, she is definitely not the silly love-brained sisters in TV dramas!
…Once he drinks too much, he has the courage to chat about gossip with M. He really deserves to be the ace of the love maintenance department. He is so easily drunk.
Sooner or later, her friend will get into trouble with someone she shouldn't mess with because of this.
However, R was still in the sad mood of reminiscing about her silk skirt. The excessive sadness for the skirt diluted her fear of M. She just sat aside with her arms hugged, mourning her skirt and the ankle that was sprained after being dragged onto the stage by M to dance.
——Miss R is a very good dance partner, so M often drags her to dance. However, no matter how good a dance partner is, she cannot withstand M's energetic dancing style. Everyone's ankles are made of bones and flesh, unlike M, who rushes around on the dance floor as if there are springs in her ankles.
When she said "getting high", she really meant "getting high". With her extremely high fighting power, she could get high all night long without stopping.
So, at that time, U, who was drunk, was not sober, and R, whose energy bar was reset to zero when she was forced to go clubbing and who was mourning the little skirt, was not sober either.
The two women sat next to M in the booth, like primary school students waiting for the teacher to speak. U was not satisfied with just nudging M's elbow, she also reached out to pull M's arm and said, "Tell me quickly, tell me what you think of the head of the purchasing department."
Ms. X, the only one present who was aware of her fear of M and consciously sat at the farthest booth: "..."
-15-
Good job.
Someone come and give her some wine.
Sober people shouldn't hang out with drunkards.
-16-
...She won’t be killed! She won’t be killed!
She still had her wallet in her hand - yes, she could buy M more and more wine - food and drinks - she would definitely not be killed before her wallet was flat!!
-17-
"If I wanted to date someone like that, I would just go to a fast food restaurant and buy some junk food."
Ms. M pushed U away as he clung to her. "Throw away the fried chicken burger, but keep the greasy, sauce-soaked wrapper... Yeah, it's not even worth the calorie-laden contents. ...By the way, what was that guy's ID? I can't remember it."
Miss X couldn't help but interrupt, "That's not the case, is it? He's been pursuing you for thousands of years, and you don't even remember his ID? His ID is..."
Miss M slapped the table.
Miss X immediately stopped talking and shuddered.
"...Tsk, the light was so bright, I thought it was a bug."
-18-
Miss M turned over her palm and checked it. It was very cold and there were wine stains on it that had not been wiped off from the bar.
The undead's unique white skin, without blood, turned blue and purple under the flickering lights of the nightclub.
Bizarre and fantastic.
…My hand felt like it had been dissected in a glass of glitter and sparkling water.
My hands are so beautiful.
If you cut it up and put it in a wine glass and stir it...
Miss M couldn't help but smile and touched her hands: "That's right, haha, I was wrong. There are no bugs in the system world."
There are no living people.
-19-
To the point that she was so bored that she wanted to cut off her own hand for fun.
——If such a beautiful hand were cut off and soaked in wine, it would definitely go well with glitter and bubbles, right?
-20-
-By the way, before Mr. P joined the company, Miss M's condition could be described as "epileptic seizures", which was a true "slaughter of everything".
It's not that she draws her sword and starts killing people because someone makes her unhappy, but that she draws her sword and starts killing people because she feels bored - and, this killing spree even includes herself.
Compared to persecuting others...
Miss M loved killing herself the most at that time.
Moreover, she was actually the most bloody and horrific when she killed herself, and she showed no mercy.
After all, she thought she was the most beautiful and the cutest, and that she would look particularly charming and beautiful even when dead. Besides, it was really fun to think of ways to murder herself.
If Miss M had not had the money to buy a mobile phone to record the pictures, her photo album would definitely have contained tens of thousands of frozen death selfies.
-twenty one-
Therefore, every time Miss M murdered herself, she did so at the entrance of the office building, because she could not afford a mobile phone to take selfies, but she could use the surveillance camera at the entrance of the maintenance department.
The video is clear and without any coding.
And every time she died, her death was very photogenic, and Miss M could be admired in the monitoring room for hours after her resurrection.
-twenty two-
...The reason why this guy is recognized as the most terrifying madman by all the undead is entirely due to his strength.
Not every mentally ill person can go crazy and try every possible means to murder himself.
-twenty three-
However, at that time, no one around realized what Miss M was thinking.
No one noticed that her thoughts had jumped from "the greasy guy who ignored the purchasing department" to "wanting to cut her own hand and soak it in glittery sparkling wine."
This is normal because the people around you are not mentally ill.
Don't think that just because Mr. P can normalize the actions of his simultaneous interpreting boss, that this is normal.
-twenty four-
Miss R was immersed in her silk skirt with grief and anger, Miss X was holding her wallet and frantically making up excuses to escape, and Miss U was still trying to discuss emotional topics with her.
——To correct myself, this is not a serious emotional topic. When the Sea King and the Natural Scumbag get together, they always talk about adult topics.
"I'm telling you, M, it doesn't really matter whether we find a partner or not, but since we've all become undead who are immune to all diseases, of course we have to play... and... and... and..."
Well, the content in the ellipsis is an overly adult topic and it’s not convenient to reveal it directly.
In short, at that time, the drunk U pestered her to talk about at least a bunch of adult topics, the theme of which was "Rolling in the sheets is the best", and the speech was probably longer than ten porn movies.
Miss M kept nodding absentmindedly, still looking at her outstretched hands.
She thought cutting off her hand and soaking it in wine would definitely be more fun than rolling in the sheets.
And just like making love, she had never tried it before.
Kind of want to try it.
-25-
"...Hehehe, but seriously, M. Why don't you just go to that guy in the purchasing department's anniversary party and accept any of his gifts? If he wants to pursue you, just accept him. He's rich anyway, why not refuse? He says he'll treat you to a nice meal, buy you a car and clothes...but you won't even look him in the eye and would rather sleep on the street."
Finally, Miss U chuckled and tapped her shoulder rather sarcastically: "Otherwise, you wouldn't be wearing this to go clubbing. Is it really fun to dress like this?"
Miss M closed her palms, tilted her head to look at the silver sequined camisole on her body, and then looked down at herself.
Wearing a black garbage bag and a pair of old boots found in the trash can.
-26-
Who made her have no money to drink, no money to go clubbing, and even less money to eat, sleep, or buy clothes?
However, Miss M didn't care.
As long as it's fun, she can accept anything. Miss M is not a spoiled little princess, and she has rummaged through trash cans when she was alive.
Oh, come to think of it, she had been searching through the trash can for food for a long time.
...When it was just born, it could only wear a shroud and move among the piles of corpses.
-27-
At that time, for a slightly cleaner shroud, she had fought in countless fights and devoured countless compatriots.
Food, drinks, and entertainment? Those were all new inventions that humans didn’t know about until much later.
So, well, Miss M considers herself to have low material desires and doesn’t have much of a hobby of shopping or eating delicious food. Besides, they are all undead, so why should she care so much about the senses virtualized by the system?
In fact, the undead can go without food, water, or sleep...they are not real living people.
So she didn't bother to care about the deducted salary, and she didn't care about the "living expenses" that the system used to maintain a normal life. Taste, smell, perception... In fact, she wouldn't care even if her body became transparent after death. Anyway, she didn't pursue the feeling of being alive, she only pursued fun.
-28-
Miss M is quite happy to sleep on the street because the empty dormitory is really boring. If she feels like it, it is also fun to squat under the street light and count pebbles all night long.
The trash cans in the system world had neither food waste nor insects. The automatic data processing was very clean. She didn't understand why she couldn't dig out those old boots and reuse them.
She is so pretty and cute, it doesn’t matter what she wears, right?
"What's wrong with a garbage bag? It looks nice. And it's practical. You can wear it to a disco or sleep on the street."
“Puff…”
-29-
Ms. U, who gets easily carried away and gets beaten up about once every three days, said: "Are you trying to win a moral victory? Hahahaha, what woman would go clubbing in a garbage bag? Only poor people would."
——Miss M didn’t hit her. Either she drank too much apple brandy that night, or she was in a really good mood.
"Oh, me," she said with a smile. "I'm unique. Even if I'm wearing a garbage bag while dancing, I'm still the most eye-catching and super cute person in the nightclub. The number of people who come to talk to me is still three times the number of people who come to talk to U."
Ms. U: "...Don't try to be so avant-garde! You're only wearing a garbage bag because you can't afford a sequined camisole!"
Ms. M: "Sequined camisoles have become the standard outfit for nightclubs, and standard outfits mean old-fashioned, U. Your outfit is awfully tacky, including the silver, diamond-studded kitten pendant around your neck."
Ms. U: "You—you—"
Ms. M: "Oh, anyway, I just think this outfit looks good. Very good. I'll wear this outfit every time I go clubbing from now on."
-30-
In fact, there was no later time. That was the only time Miss M went clubbing wearing a garbage bag. After she got her subordinates' salary cards, she wore a sequined camisole every time she went clubbing.
Who can resist a sequined camisole? Not even M.
Why not wear it if you have (subordinates') money.
-31-
But at this moment, bragging does not require a draft, and neither does chatting between a drunkard who is easily drunk and has no sense of propriety and a heartless psychopath.
And no matter how crazy she was, Miss M at that time never thought that one day she would love shopping and buying lipsticks, just like she never thought that her monthly salary would not be negative and that she could save eight dollars and seventy cents to buy gifts for others.
-32-
The two undead, who were not very normal, started discussing which one was more suitable for dancing, a garbage bag or a small sling. Miss U became more and more excited as they talked, because she had always been brooding over Miss M winning the "Cuteest Employee" award for two consecutive years, and Miss M was indeed approached by people even when she was wearing a garbage bag.
She didn't dare to talk too much when she was sober, but it was a different story when she was drunk. During the 50th anniversary celebration, she was strangled by M's throat and pushed against the wall because she urged him to do pole dancing, and she was even featured in the "System Reinstallation" magazine.
Miss U has always been very brave.
There is a reason why this colleague became the first person to target Angel. She is so brave.
——But, well, after a few more drinks, a handsome guy came to chat her up, and Miss U immediately ran off to enjoy the nightlife.
-33-
Miss M rarely listened to her long string of nonsense that night, and rarely listened to her at all.
She watched with curiosity as Miss U flirted with the handsome guy from behind, and saw him take the initiative to wave to the bartender and buy her cherry wine.
She had already finished the sparkling wine in her glass, and X, who had been dragged to pay, had just guzzled a lot of whiskey and was now leaning against her shoulder, grinning foolishly.
R looked at her with the same resentful look in his eyes. The incident with the silk skirt might be a hurdle that he would never be able to overcome.
...In other words, no one bought her any drinks?
-34-
M casually broke an arm that stretched out from the chaotic crowd to touch Miss X's breasts, and continued to watch Miss U flirting with her.
"Why is she playing with her hair at that angle?"
Miss M was curious: "And why did she buy more wine and candy when she teased the man?"
Ms. R: “…”
What's going on? The question from this nightclub regular is so innocent.
"Just shake X awake. She'll buy you more wine and candy."
Miss M lowered her head and shook the drunk X, and in the meantime broke the arm of the man who wanted to touch her buttocks.
"Sleeping so soundly... Tsk. I want more wine and candy too. I'm out of wine."
-35-
And it would be best if there is enough to fill a whole bucket, so that you can cut your arm in and enjoy it.
Her arms must have looked so pretty soaking in all that glitter and bubbles! It's so fun just to think about!
"...Although what U said just now is quite deserving of a beating, M, but she does have a point."
Miss R frowned and said, "The richest man in the entire system wants to pursue you. Right now, he's holding the grandest anniversary celebration next door, scattering wads of cash or gold coins—yet you'd rather dress like this and go out here dancing. Your situation is special right now, so accepting a small gift from a suitor isn't a big deal..."
You are not a good girl with positive values and good character. You are a top-level psychopath.
Even if a top-level psychopath chopped off his or her head, people would probably pretend not to see it.
-36-
But Miss M said "Ah" and said, "What does it have to do with me if he pursues me?"
“…”
"I've already scared the shit out of him. Now he's not chasing me, he's just avoiding me. Look, even if he's holding his anniversary party next door, I didn't get an invitation. ...And, who was that? I can't remember his ID name..."
“…”
"Uh, anyway, that guy from the purchasing department. This isn't his fiftieth anniversary, is it? Hundreds? Thousands? I'm not interested in old men. Ugh, what's so great about celebrating thousands of years?"
“…”
"Well, if R also thought that someone's anniversary party was lavish and worth celebrating, why didn't you go and instead came here to party? As the head of the maintenance department, there's no way the head of purchasing didn't send you an invitation."
-37-
R: It’s because I can’t stand it.
If you want to pursue the most beautiful female employee in our maintenance department, just stick to it. But she got scared and ran away halfway through, and now she is showing off her wealth like crazy next door, as if she is very sure that M, who is now so poor that she sleeps on the street and wears a garbage bag, will go to his anniversary party to ask for his money.
Tsk.
As a supervisor, no matter how rich or handsome he is, R can't stand him.
For that businessman who flaunts his wealth everywhere, what's so great about a few bucks? The system world is not a capitalist society. He is just scared by M's random madness.
…While they might be frightened by M's random outbursts, they're maintenance staff! They're different, right?
Just like no matter how M tortures them, he will still break the hands of those who take advantage of X.
The maintenance staff were extremely afraid of M, but also extremely respectful of her.
-38-
U doesn't count, she is silly.
-39-
And didn't he know how mentally ill M was? This lunatic who dared to wear a garbage bag to work would ask him for money just for the sake of face? Wasn't that guy crazy when he was calculating?
——Even if you offer to give money to M, she doesn’t necessarily need it. It doesn’t conform to the aesthetic of the mentally ill, and she will simply refuse it.
"...Well, anyway, what U said makes sense, M. If someone pursues you, if someone wants to sleep with you, you have the right to drink the wine he buys, eat the candy he gives you, and stay in the room he paid for."
R sighed, "Even if we don't talk about that guy in the purchasing department... With your resources, you can easily deal with a casual flirtation without having to live on the streets."
Ms. M: "After all this, you guys just can't stand me sleeping on the street? Then R, why don't you let me stay..."
Ms. R: "No. I still wake up crying in the early morning because of a silk dress. Never."
Ms. M: “…”
-40-
Okay then.
-41-
Miss M was in a good mood and did want some free wine and candy.
——Oh, not for eating or drinking, but for soaking her freshly cut arms and making them into decorations.
She thought of a fun thing and had been eager to try it since a while ago, and she must try it tonight.
"I know, R. I'll go find someone who can buy me some drinks... I'm leaving now. You take X back."
"Huh? Can't we just find one here?"
Miss M looked around.
Chaotic lights, beautiful glitter, and popping sparkling wine.
It's her favorite nightclub style.
But not far away, Miss U was still flirting with the handsome guy, playing with her hair in a very charming way.
-42-
"No. There are actually men in this place who are interested in U. The men in this place have very low taste. I don't want low-class inferiors to buy me alcohol."
“…”
-43-
——So, following her momentary emotions and also to fulfill her own little pleasure (asking someone to buy her some wine to soak her severed hand), Miss M hummed a song, wearing a garbage bag and old boots, and strolled around, randomly choosing a world and jumping into it.
But, as always, she didn't get the world coordinates right.
It was seven in the morning when we landed in that world.
-44-
…Originally, she was quite sleepy after drinking too much, and ran out of the nightclub at night, letting her emotions run rampant. As a result, she ran into the exceptionally warm sun and the exceptionally dazzling morning light.
Miss M immediately gave up all interest and impulse.
She felt like a vampire in the sun, her eyelids ached, her throat was dry, her limbs were sore, and she wished she could curl up underground.
So she randomly found a small alley hidden in the shadows, walked to the deepest part of the alley, and looked for a small door.
Oh, don't get me wrong, she didn't go in. Even if she went out to play in the messy world under the influence of alcohol, she never went in and came into contact with humans.
...Go through the window, go to the basement, climb the wall, anyway, don't go through the main door.
-45-
Miss M just lay there on the steps in front of the wicket.
It was a small door with many yellow seals on it. Above the door was a large rainproof roof, perfectly designed to create an absolutely dark corner - sunlight could not invade this area at all, and no matter from which angle it came, it could not penetrate the gloomy roof.
Miss M was quite satisfied. She gathered the garbage bag around her and lay down on the ground, thinking that she would go back after sleeping through the sun.
-46-
But she couldn't sleep through the unpleasantly warm sun.
She was awakened by the sound of a guitar.
The terrible, terrible guitar sound was like torture to her ears, who loved music.
Miss M opened her eyes and immediately determined from the angle of the sunlight that it was one in the afternoon. Then she stared fiercely at the direction where the guitar came from.
Next to her, there was a boy sitting on the steps playing the guitar.
-47-
The boy was plucking the strings with a slightly frown on his face. His gestures of holding the guitar and playing the guitar were very unfamiliar, as if he had just gotten used to the existence of "fingers".
The playing was halting and intermittent, and each note came out straight and stiff, like a dead body, without any emotion.
...What a terrible guitar! Miss M could swear that she had never heard such a terrible guitar in her entire long past.
Dogs can play better than he can.
It would be better to let a dog bite him to death.
-48-
"Hey, you. Get out of the way. If you bother me again, I'll let the dogs bite you to death."
The other party was startled and the guitar in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
He turned his head to look at her. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were brighter than the sun at one o'clock in the afternoon.
Miss M, who had just woken up from a hangover, was hit by the flash and had a headache. She simply reached out and covered it with her hand.
"...S-Sorry, I thought there was a garbage bag next to me and didn't notice someone was sleeping... Sorry, hiss, I just put the candy I brought on you..."
Miss M paused.
Look down.
-49-
On the garbage bag covering his stomach was a bag of candy decorated with glitter and small bubble beads.
...a packaging that suits her aesthetic very well.
...tasty-looking candy.
-50-
Miss M immediately snatched the packet of candy, opened it and put it in her mouth.
"Here's your compensation. The candy you put on me is mine. Now get out of here."
"…But…uh…this is my…new product…Blueberry Juice Sparkling Explosion Gummies…"
"What a weird snack bit. Shut up. Now it's my candy."
"...I was planning to reward myself by playing the koji well before eating..."
"No way. You play the guitar terribly. You'll never be able to eat this bag of candy."
“…”
-51-
After a series of murderous and rude attacks, Miss M threw another blueberry juice glitter explosion gummy into her mouth.
…Despite the strange name, it tasted really good. A strong blueberry flavor—and, in the system world, she hadn't had candy in a long time.
But even after she finished eating the candy, the boy next to her still didn't leave.
What? Can’t a few words of scolding break the defenses of mortals nowadays?
Miss M looked at him sideways.
"What do you want? Are you surprised that I slept in a garbage bag? Are you trying to refute my assessment of your terrible playing skills?"
"……no."
-52-
"I'm so sorry for waking you up from your nap."
The boy blinked. "I have another bag of candy. Same brand, but with raspberry juice glitter explosion gummies. Do you want some? As an apology."
Ms. M: “…”
Ms. M: “Bring it here.”
-53-
So she ate two bags of candy from the other person in succession.
…Eating fruit candy after a hangover felt really good, and the strange boy looked at her with neither pity nor stickiness, even though she was curled up on the ground wearing only a garbage bag—
He treated her like a young lady whose flowers he accidentally knocked over while she was walking, and it was rare for Miss M not to feel disgusted.
After finishing two packets of candy, she weighed the pros and conscientiously asked the stranger one more question.
"Why are you disturbing people here? Are you deliberately taking revenge on society?"
"...I know I'm terrible at playing the piano, so I wanted to find a place to practice. I thought no one would come here."
The boy gestured to the small wooden door behind her, which was sealed with yellow strips. "A murder happened here a few days ago. A prostitute in her forties had her intestines ripped out, and the blood hasn't even been cleaned up yet... So, no one should be coming here."
oh.
No wonder she fell in love with the darkness here at first sight.
-54-
The boy looked at her. "What about you? Why are you taking a nap at a murder scene?"
Ms. M: "Isn't that strange? You were playing guitar at a murder scene. Are you sick?"
The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
"That's right. That's not surprising. . . . Besides, I'm really sick."
Miss M frowned: "Sorry. If you are disabled..."
"I can never play guitar well. All I can do is make noise. This is my problem."
“…”
Miss M reached out and attacked the guy's throat.
-55-
"Oh, sorry, was that a joke too much? I have another bag of candy here. Same brand, strawberry flavor."
“…”
Miss M immediately withdrew her attacking hand.
-56-
...Ten minutes later, she finished his third bag of candy.
This guy, who brought three packs of Juice Sparkle Explosion gummy candies of different flavors and came to the murder scene to practice his murderous guitar skills, piqued her interest a little.
Since she was lying there anyway, Miss M decided to talk to him for a few more words.
"Are you a singer? Or do you want to be a star?"
The other person shook his head: "Playing guitar is just a hobby. I can't play it smoothly in front of people, I can only write a few songs."
"You can't play smoothly at a murder scene where no one is around."
"…I'm sorry, I'll try my best."
"You still have time to play guitar after 1pm... What do you do?"
"Well, it's just a normal job. It's just that my boss was arrested today," the boy gestured at the wooden door again. "He's a suspect in this murder case. Since my boss is already in jail, I figured... I've got some free time anyway, so I might as well explore some hobbies."
oh.
Miss M was quite impressed: "That's not bad. I came here just for fun."
"What are you doing here?"
"I want a man to buy me lots of alcohol so I can cut off my arm and stir it in the alcohol for fun."
“…”
The boy said "Ah" and then looked very surprised.
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"Can you cut your arm into the drink and stir it?" he mused. "One of those sparkling cocktails with glitter? That would be really nice."
Ms. M: “…”
Huh.
Shouldn't she have screamed "Ah" and ran away? She just gave that answer because she was impatient to be asked more questions.
Huh.
Is the thinking pattern of mortals nowadays so strange?
"But I think it would be better to just cut off the finger?" the boy continued to consider. "Because putting the bubbly cocktail in a bucket would lose its beauty...it would be more appropriate to use one of those beautiful martini glasses. Just dip a finger on top."
Ms. M: “…”
"That's an interesting idea. Why don't we try it? Let's soak yours and mine?"
Ms. M: “…”
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"No, I just thought my hand was beautiful and wanted to cut it off and soak it in wine—"
Her refusal was stuck in mid-sentence because the boy raised his own hand.
...very beautiful hands, straight and white, absolutely
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