-1-
The victim died at 1 a.m. the previous night from a drug overdose.
His expression was unusually calm when he died, as if he had fallen into a coma before death.
However, there were obvious rope marks on the victim's lips, ankles and wrists, so the possibility of being forced to smoke cannot be ruled out.
And, most importantly.
After the victim died, his intestines were pulled out, wrapped around his chest, and tied in a cross shape, keeping the body in a hunched kneeling position.
There was an extremely smooth knife wound on her carotid artery. When she was found, her head was tilted and there were large amounts of blood spurting out on the wall behind her, from the corner of the wall to the ceiling.
Like a huge blood sickle at her throat.
-2-
——The god of death caught up with her, which is why she has such a peaceful sleeping face and such a bloody death.
At this point, the blond boy paused and added, "The last description is just a rumor. I don't think it was a supernatural force like the Grim Reaper that killed this lady."
"Besides, this is the twelfth murder in three months."
He carried his guitar on his back, his hands in his coat pockets, and looked up at the wall covered in bloodstains.
"The victims were all homeless and had no clear identification. They were mainly prostitutes, homeless people, and pickpockets... Their intestines were pulled out, their necks were cut open, and there was a large amount of blood spurting out of the walls like a giant scythe... The method was identical. It was completely confirmed to be a serial murder."
He paused again when he spoke of pickpockets.
"...This area is very poor, and the most common pickpockets here are mainly trafficked children. The oldest is no more than twelve years old. Among these twelve cases, the youngest child was only five years old."
-3-
Are they specifically targeting the weak and defenseless people at the bottom of society?
Very typical.
...and very interesting too.
Miss M stood at the empty murder scene, staring at the low wall in front of her that was splattered with blood.
This place has been almost cleaned up. In fact, there is nothing scary left except the blood spots on the wall. Everything that happened just now was the case narrated by the boy next to me.
She saw no corpse, nor did she hear any whispers from passersby.
-4-
At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, the air was filled with the quietness unique to the afternoon, faintly conveying the drowsiness of closing your eyes and falling into a nap in the next second.
Sunlight streamed in from the round skylight, and the ivy swayed slightly under the brilliant, pure golden light.
…Except for the blood-stained walls, this place doesn't look like a murder scene at all.
Of course, Miss M was not expressing her feelings.
She had seen too many murders involving humans, and she knew that no matter how the victim struggled and resisted, leaving behind horrific scars, or how perverted and dark the murderer was, or how bizarre the scenes he created...
The scene of the crime will always return to silence.
The fighting between ants does not affect sunlight and the growth of green leaves.
-5-
After all, all life passes away, all, all life belongs to [Death].
Only silence remains.
The reassuring darkness was silent.
-6-
By nature, M always picks out these dark things at first sight.
This darkness is where she was born and is an existence that follows her everywhere.
M loves to curl up in it and enjoy her nap or candy.
…Of course, it was hard for her to actually curl up in it.
The darkness that she favors and naturally attracts often hides extremely bloody and terrifying stories. In most of the human world, extreme bloody and terrifying means panic.
M had extremely sensitive ears. Even if she was buried in a metal trash can ten meters away from the murder scene, she could still hear whispered discussions, low sobs, and fearful prayers...
She had never been interested in human fear. She had killed more powerful non-humans than she had ever seen ants, and she had never paid any attention to their fear.
They were all creatures that would go crazy if she looked at them.
What's more, the ear-piercing screaming and shouting would affect her enjoyment of her nap.
-7-
In the end, M, who was often unable to bear the annoyance, would just walk away, or he would chop the noisiest and most noisy murderer who sneaked back to revel in his own achievements.
Don't show off your skills in front of an expert, you ant.
-8-
But some parts of the human world are so weird. If she kills the murderer, they will chase her with a car and loudspeakers, and give her a big red flower that is so ugly that it will explode.
Miss M doesn't like the ugly big red flowers, nor does she like weird commendations like "Brave Citizen".
...This made Miss M very annoyed. Sometimes, in order to sleep in the place she liked, she had to change her shape and transform into a pitch-black wild cat.
This is also the source of the saying "black cats are ominous" in many human worlds.
Because Miss M was looking for a place to take a nap, and her favorite place was the murder scene.
-9-
It's really convenient to move around in the human kingdom in wild cat form, and sometimes you can even get free sausages.
Occasionally, when M really wants to eat something but is extremely poor, he will do this.
Just pick a human world and turn into a cat to take a nap. When you wake up, you will find milk, biscuits and sausages.
Of course, she is an M and has nothing to do with cats. It is impossible for her to rub against human trouser legs and act cute and coquettishly for a little snack.
At most, she would raise her eyelids and tease the other person.
-10-
In summary.
Miss M really likes this kind of place, but due to various factors, she rarely stays there for a long time.
So, according to the theory that Miss U always talks about, "The place I want to go to most but can't go to normally" -
If Miss M were to rank the "best dating places", the first one would definitely be the murder scene.
-11-
Thinking of this, she glanced at the boy next to her out of the corner of her eye.
...Is it because she hasn't had contact with humans for a long time? She always feels that this guy is a little strange.
Although he had just described a serial murder case, his tone was incredibly calm, as if he had simply led her to participate in a puzzle game with a horror story as its background.
Although in her opinion, all the murders were just puzzle games.
…Well, although she often doesn't bother solving the mystery and just cuts down the murderer like a piece of cabbage… Anyway, she's not a law-abiding person, so she doesn't need to follow the procedures to find evidence…
But, this guy, is he just a human? He's a completely different ant from her, right?
...What's going on? Did I listen to too much nonsense from U last night, and took advantage of the alcohol to remember all her nonsense?
She felt that this guy had taken her on a date based on her ranking of the best places.
-12-
...Ah, impossible.
We drank too much last night, and U was really good at lowering the IQ of people around her, causing them to get drunk with her.
Miss M is very confident in her charm. When she is in nightclubs and bars, she believes and is sure that all the men who pass by are just hesitating and want to chat with her.
But she is equally confident in her murderous aura.
The murderous aura she released when she was woken up by the sound of that lousy guitar was no small matter, and the location was the shadow in front of the murder scene. Any normal person would have screamed and run away the moment they met her black eyes.
Moreover, no matter how many people approached her or invited her, Miss M had never been on a date before. After all, she scared the other person away at first sight and with her first words.
-13-
Ms. M believes that there are many people of the opposite sex—or the same sex—who are eager to have sex with her, but she doesn't believe anyone would extend a formal and innocent date invitation to her.
This is no different from smiling and saying "please start" when facing the scythe of death on your neck.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?"
The boy suddenly said, "If this is too scary, why don't we go cut our fingers for fun?"
...ordinary advice from a stranger. Do you think she'd be "scared" by this little bit of blood...
What kind of date place? She was indeed influenced by the floating U.
The love maintenance department really needs regular repairs.
-14-
"How is that possible? This is very interesting."
Miss M coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed by her previous assumptions about the stranger. "This on the wall... is the blood that was cut out instantly after death. Only fresh blood can splatter like this."
"Really?" the boy said admiringly, "You know so much."
“…”
Why praise?
Shouldn't you have an expression that says, "How do you know this?"
-15-
"Then let's start counting blood points, shall we? The timer is three minutes. I'll start from this side, and you start from this side..."
Miss M couldn't explain why, but she instinctively felt that she should interrupt him.
It's like breaking the silk thread that is faintly tied to your nose.
So she blurted out -
"Rather than playing blood-counting games, this case, this place, and you seem more interesting. Tell me more about it."
-16-
M always speaks his mind and never hesitates.
If you are curious, you must ask questions to the end. If you have doubts, you must get to the bottom of them. If you can't figure them out, just keep on pursuing them until your interest fades.
...But this time, a hint of hesitation quietly arose in her heart, so subtle that she could hardly perceive it.
Because in the face of her abrupt proposal, the other party did not hesitate at all.
He nodded and smiled.
"OK."
-17-
It seemed that even if we interrupted the game he proposed, we would not be able to break the thread that was tied to our nose.
-18-
…But it’s so interesting.
This place, this case, or... this person himself.
The kind of "click" that makes the connection extremely comfortable and natural.
After just a few minutes of being together, she broke free from boredom and found new fun.
Cutting arms and counting blood points are both fun games, but she doesn't need to entertain herself now. Hasn't she accidentally come across something new and better?
Chasing fun is her motto. M will not pay attention to any danger, even if the warning in her heart and her intuition quietly mark the location of the trap ahead -
Well, anyway, this guy didn’t have a knife or a gun. He was just a fair and tender kid playing music. She could beat a thousand of them with one hand.
There's nothing dangerous about that. Just jump in and have fun.
-19-
So, in the afternoon, they sat around the skylight filled with sunlight, with the bloody broken wall and swaying ivy as their backdrop.
M's first opening line was: "Are you really so free that you want to kill time talking to a strange woman in a garbage bag?"
M's next sentence was: "Let me make this clear first. No matter what we talk about, no matter how much we enjoy it, I will not get a room with you."
...Well, this is the chat style of a psychopath.
-20-
And later on, she took the initiative to coax and deceive the person into getting a hotel room.
-twenty one-
……cough.
At that time, both the other party and she were still very pure.
Hearing these two questions, the blond boy frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed.
"I wouldn't just take a random woman and rent... uh, a room..." He frowned again when he said this word, as if he couldn't say it. "I'm only 21 years old and I've never been in a relationship."
M, whose age is probably calculated in units of world eras, couldn't even figure it out: "..."
What a tender child.
-twenty two-
"Besides, I'm a conservative person and would only do...that kind of thing with someone I'm already married to."
M: Haha. Listen to his nonsense, male animal.
She raised an eyebrow: "Are you religious? Do you have to follow the precepts?"
He sat in the sun, moved his shoulders, and seemed to pinch his fingers nervously.
"I'm not a believer. I don't need to follow any rules. I'm just... a bit of a neat freak... so I don't really like... that kind of thing."
In fact, this boy has a good sense of speaking, and each ending tone is a steady period. He sounds honest, serious and easy to bully.
However, his words didn't have the whimsical quality of an underage kid, and since he didn't actively reveal his age, M couldn't tell he was only 21.
Although, well, carrying three bags of jelly candies with strange names, running to a deserted place at 1:00 p.m. to play guitar, and sitting in a row with a strange girl I didn't know at a murder scene to chat...
-twenty three-
Everything is very kid-like, weird and electric.
-twenty four-
Miss M held her chin in her hand and looked at him carefully.
"Have you ever had any wine?"
"No."
"Do you smoke?"
"No."
"Do you want to play with sports cars?"
"I live alone... there's no need to buy a car, right?" He thought for a moment. "A car is for picking up your spouse to go to get off work... or to carry your spouse's shopping bags... right?"
Alas.
Miss M said, "What an innocent child. You will definitely be deceived by women."
-25-
"No," the boy said seriously, "I never talk to strange women easily."
Wow, what a kid that ran out of a big closed cage.
"You were talking to me. Having some weird conversation."
"You don't count..." He shook his head. "This is an apology. Because I didn't notice you were resting and woke you up with the noise, I have to apologize and compensate you. But you gave up playing blood points with me and now want to chat with me, so I'm chatting with you to make amends."
“…”
Ms. M: Hmm, the logic is quite clear.
It's still very strange though.
-26-
After saying this, the boy turned around and rummaged through the outer pocket of his guitar bag, then pulled out a bottle of soda and a pack of biscuits.
The snack packaging is still unusually colorful, "Mango Pomelo Sago Sandwich Ice Cream Cookie Bar" and "Ice Lemon Orange Elderberry Soda."
"These are also compensation. Since we are chatting, you might need a snack?"
Ms. M: “…”
-27-
What's going on, it feels more like a first date.
And it’s a spring outing-style date for kindergarten kids.
...Stop, what weird associations.
-28-
"Your guitar bag has everything except sheet music, right?"
"Ah...actually, the music score is also..."
"That was just a taunt. And your guitar, whether it's tablature or not, just plays single, junk notes."
"……sorry……"
"You're going out for a trip, and you pack so many snacks. You still say you're not idle? Kindergarten kids probably have this much free time on their spring outings."
"...I'm sorry...but I really like the new products in the convenience store...these are limited edition..."
What's there to apologize for?
...When a stranger, who has nothing to do with him, insults him, he should have insulted her back. Why did he say something like "I'm sorry" so weakly? Doesn't he have the ability to get angry?
-29-
Miss M felt inexplicably annoyed, so she snatched the snacks from his hand, opened the bag and started eating.
Why not take it for free?
...Hmm, this mango sago ice cream cookie bar is actually quite delicious.
Miss M snapped off a piece of biscuit and decided to make peace with the child's annoying mistake.
The compensation paid has amounted to three bags of candy, one bag of biscuits and one bottle of soda, which is enough to make up for the mistake.
"Well, I'm not interested in your conservative and old-fashioned personal style either... Go on, tell me about this case. You said your boss was arrested as a suspect?"
-30-
"Yes," the boy said, "because he's a drug dealer in this area and was nearby the night of the crime... he has no alibi."
Miss M held a piece of broken biscuit in her mouth.
Drug dealer?
"Oh, I can't tell."
A child with such a clean temperament would be a termite.
As if he noticed the contempt in her changing expression, the boy belatedly let out an "ah" as if he had just realized what was happening.
"No, don't get me wrong. I have absolutely nothing to do with drugs. My boss was in debt, so he was secretly selling drugs in this area at night... We only found out after he was arrested... During the day, he was the boss of a legitimate company, and I was just an ordinary employee... Everyone in the company was shocked."
"At first, we considered trying to find an alibi for the boss... but then we realized... it was a mess. Even if he had an alibi and wasn't connected to the murder, he'd still be sentenced to death if he was caught trafficking drugs. His colleagues were very unhappy because he wouldn't have enough time to pay off the company's debts before he was executed."
Good job.
"The boss is in debt, so he's dealing drugs part-time?"
Miss M laughed and said, "What debt did you owe that forced you to work part-time at night?"
-31-
"I'm owed my wages."
The boy blinked. "80% of the company's working capital and 57% of its shares belong to me personally... My boss's investments failed, and last month he owed me billions in bonds. He couldn't pay me... So he took a desperate risk and started dealing drugs at night. Well, if I had known, I wouldn't have forced him to pay it back. It's only a few billion."
Ms. M: “…”
-32-
What kind of subordinate is this?
...Owing wages to such subordinates can actually lead to being sent directly to prison and executed. What kind of subordinates are they!
-33-
"So, you were completely unaware of your boss's drug dealing?"
The blond boy smiled. "Do I look like someone who would be attentive and know everything about his boss?"
oh.
That's right, the boss was arrested and sentenced to death, and this guy ran to the murder scene with a bunch of snacks and played guitar.
-34-
This type of subordinate will be in big trouble no matter which boss encounters him.
...By the way, why on earth!
A boss can owe his subordinates billions of bonds!
Being a boss doesn’t work or make money, right?
-35-
"...I can't believe...such a young kid...is so rich..."
"Not really. I'm just an ordinary employee, living alone, without any background... but I can earn a little bit from my part-time job."
This is not called working.
It's not like you can make a little money.
Also, don't use humility in this kind of place, as it will have the opposite effect of showing off.
-36-
What on earth does he do? How can he make so much money? He earns much more than the boss... Well, stop.
I'm not interested in money, I only care about the fun.
...I'm not interested, nor do I desire it, and I definitely don't ask.
-37-
"It's really hard at work. My boss is a criminal, and my colleagues are..."
The boy scratched his face, looking a little shy. “So I chose today specifically to come out and relax. I didn’t expect that I would disturb you.”
Is the way rich people relax actually to sit on the steps of a dilapidated house and practice guitar next to a garbage bag?
The way you relax doesn't suggest you have that much money.
Ms. M immediately thought of that someone in the purchasing department—that someone, she couldn't remember the ID, but it was the purchasing department manager—
-38-
She hadn't done it yet, worried that "it was too boring and she didn't want to get dirty by the greasy wrapping paper", so she endured it.
He drove the most luxurious sports car, with the largest fuel tank that could burn the most wages, full of roses, champagne and cash, and whizzed past her.
He pursued her with great fanfare, and the whole system world knew how rich he was.
But he never invited her to dinner or gave her a gift.
-39-
...Oh, that guy is not stingy.
Miss M could see that he really wanted to treat her to a meal and give her gifts. Every time she was in financial trouble, this guy would jump next to her and show off his wealth.
For example, he would take a picture of a candlelight dinner and send it to her while she was eating plain noodles, or he would go over with a few gorgeously dressed female companions while she was wearing a garbage bag, and buy a whole street of clothes.
Whenever this happens, someone will always whisper, "I'm so envious of M's rich ex-boyfriend——"
Miss M was extremely annoyed.
Show off delicious food when she is hungry, show off skirts when she has nothing to wear.
She just wanted to turn the guy's head 360 degrees and pull it off.
-40-
Miss M does not understand human love, nor does she understand the emotional pursuit of those undead spirits transformed from humans.
In the final analysis, isn't it just two individuals coming together, reproducing or not, supporting or not, spending a lifetime together or abruptly parting ways, spending only half a lifetime together?
And the final reasons for this union are nothing more than three: money, power, and sex.
"I really love you" surely means "I really think you're beautiful, have a great figure, and a wonderful personality. I'll definitely be happy to be with you." So, what exactly is this "love" that humans keep talking about? No matter how much "love" there is, it can't prevent them from returning to death and merging with darkness, right?
So what's so worth pursuing about something that's not powerful or interesting?
Tsk, boring.
It's just a choice of interests.
Watching humans fall in love feels like watching ants perform a stage play. Miss M finds it extremely boring.
It's not impossible to have fun when you're really bored, but when she's really, really bored, she usually kills her own chance of having fun.
-41-
in love?
It's better to hang yourself than to fall in love.
-42-
…The above is a mental illness perspective and should not be included in common sense discussions.
So she doesn't think about any emotional subtext at all, doesn't care about the vanity brought by the so-called rich ex-boyfriend, and hates the logic of "I'll buy you things if you go out with me" that other employees are accustomed to.
As long as she puts down the knife and takes the position of chief commander, what else does she want?
A boring and greasy man is lower than an ant.
When I cast my gaze upon you, it is a gift to you;
When I accept your gift, it is an honor for you to give it.
You don't even understand this basic principle, and yet you still say you like me?
-43-
That greasy thing, it's not me that likes it, right?
...Hmph, maybe you mistook me for my sister.
It had happened so many times before—so many times—that whenever she opened her mouth, whenever she spoke, the very thought of it would scare the living daylights out of people.
[…Sister, how can you just say “I’m sick and it’s contagious” to a guy who comes to talk to you?]
whispering sound.
-44-
In fact, if you think about it carefully, there are undead spirits in the system world who pursue M herself. Although they will always be scared away by her in the end, at least there will be a short period of "pursuit" -
But thanks to that greasy guy who shows off his wealth, Miss M's tolerance for suitors is really very low.
It’s so low that when I hear the word “I like you” I want to roll my eyes, and when I hear the word “in love” I want to draw my sword.
-45-
vulgarian.
Money, power... Do you really think those vulgar things can attract me?
Worse than a bag of convenience store candy offered unsolicited and without asking for anything in return.
-46-
"What's the matter?"
The boy's question suddenly brought her thoughts back to where they had wandered. Miss M looked again and found that the sunlight coming through the circular skylight had shifted slightly.
That slight deviation made the expression of the person opposite him disappear into darkness for a moment.
"Who were you thinking about just now? Were you thinking about your boyfriend?"
Miss M was a little confused: "What boyfriend? I don't have one."
——The wind blew across the ivy at the top of the skylight, the shadow swayed, and his face was revealed again.
Curious, surprised and a little aggrieved, a look that was typical of a little kid.
Very harmless.
It had nothing to do with darkness, just a wet blue-eyed puppy.
-47-
"We agreed to chat together. We agreed to talk about me and the story of this place."
Miss M was even more puzzled: "Why did you suddenly say..."
Talking feels like a child who notices his partner's attention wandering during a long-awaited date.
Although it's strange that we get along very well, isn't this complaint excessive?
Who are you, a strange kid whose name I don’t even know?
No matter how much I like you, you are just a kid I met by chance. I will pack you up along with my memories and throw you into the room.
-48-
But just before she lost interest and wanted to turn away, the boy laughed.
His smile was brilliant, matching the sunshine, candy, and the ivy on the skylight.
It can also be combined with broken walls, blood spots and chalk lines to mark corpses, which is extremely fun.
"Sorry, I was just kidding. You were so cute pinching the cookie bar wrapper while you were distracted."
Ms. M: “…”
"Are you being cheated? I don't care about such things. You are a stranger, not my serious girlfriend who I would marry."
Ms. M: “…”
-49-
Miss M stretched out her hand and punched out——
"But, well, it's not like I don't mind at all. I was timing you, and you were distracted for five minutes. You held a half-eaten cookie in your hand and refused to take a second bite."
The boy shook his head. "That's not right. You've let down the mango sago ice cream biscuit bar. It's a delicious and excellent snack. You can't let it go to waste."
Ms. M: “…”
oh.
-50-
Miss M had no choice but to retract her fist.
She looked down at the biscuit bar she was holding and said, "I'm sorry."
-51-
Because it’s really delicious.
Delicious cookie bars are much cuter than humans, and she will never let them down.
-52-
"But, you just said you don't have a boyfriend?"
Miss M paused while chewing the biscuit bar and thought, no way.
Could this really be a date that was particularly suited to my taste? Could it be that all my confused intuitions just now were correct? Could it be that all the love-related things I thought of were because he was hinting at -
Could it be that this strange kid really intends to give me a formal and pure date invitation?
…She’s certainly averse to romance…but, if she could spend more time with this incredibly interesting kid…
It’s not impossible.
-53-
If she doesn't want to be in a relationship, then just run away after the relationship is over. It's not forbidden to break up after a relationship.
-54-
Well, it’s decided.
Miss M ate the last piece of the biscuit in one bite and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye: This is so interesting and fun, it’s not impossible to talk to him once.
What if it's more fun to talk about it?
-55-
"That's surprising, how come you don't have a boyfriend?"
Haha, it’s a routine.
The next step must be “Can I be your boyfriend?”
"You are really very beautiful, this dress is unique and fashionable, and your speaking style is great. How come you don't have a boyfriend?"
The other person praised her and her garbage bag clothes with an extremely sincere expression: "Do you want me to recommend someone to you? They can buy you a lot of wine and snacks. The price-performance ratio is very high."
Ms. M: “…”
-56-
Tsk.
-57-
"Unhappy? Ah, are you looking for a girlfriend? I can recommend a girlfriend for you."
Ms. M: “…”
"Are you a pimp?"
It turns out that boyfriends and girlfriends can be described as cost-effective.
-58-
"...I'm sorry, the more I talk to you, the more I think you're really interesting and cute. Even though we've only talked for a few minutes, you're the cutest girl I've ever met."
Miss M likes this kind of compliment.
His words were straightforward and his expression was sincere, without any beating around the bush, and he repeatedly emphasized that she was cute.
She rarely heard such straightforward compliments. In the past, she had to regretfully "translate" other people's screams herself - "Oh, you screamed so loudly, you also think I'm cute, right? How sweet!"
Cough cough.
No wonder I feel like I get along well with this guy. Although he’s not good at chatting, he’s quite good at praising people.
"I'm certainly not saying you have to find a boyfriend. You're so cute and deserve to be liked by many people."
Ms. M: Of course.
"Even if you find a boyfriend, and you keep losing him after finding one, or you run away after each relationship, and then date someone again when you meet one again—he won't be angry at all, right? After all, you're really cute."
Ms. M: Of course... Hey, why is there such an overly detailed assumption?
-59-
When he said this, the boy breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was trying to muster up his courage.
"Actually... I'd rather be friends with you than introduce you to other people I know... It's rare for me to meet someone as interesting as you, someone I can chat with so well..."
All the calmness he had in his previous speech seemed to be thrown aside. The blond boy became more and more shaken as he spoke, his fingers pinched together, and his ears turned a little red with embarrassment.
But it wasn't out of desire or lust for a beautiful woman of the opposite sex—nor did it seem like a first confession—
He is so clean.
Regardless of gender or appearance, at that moment, what was reflected in Miss M's mind was only his eyes.
The way he looked at her was like the ivy swaying in the sunlight above his head, revealing a brilliant and pure hope.
It's like a puppy that sees a crack in the door and keeps wagging its tail.
-60-
"Can you be my friend?"
Miss M blurted out: "Okay!"
...After realizing that she had blurted out what she said, she paused, then quickly acknowledged the promise she had made.
[Friends] are a less burdensome relationship than [partners]. You can play with them for a while longer and then wave goodbye without any pressure!
Moreover, since they are friends, she can treat him like she treats X and the others, and ask him to buy her wine, food and drinks, and maybe even get some clothes to wear.
That's a great deal.
-61-
"That's great. Since we are friends, can I take you to more fun places?"
The boy immediately stood up and held out his hand to her.
Perhaps because he was too excited, the guitar bag made a dull sound on his back, which sounded like the "boom" and "boom" of his heartbeat to Miss M.
"I know of eleven other murder scenes that haven't been cleaned up yet, a record store perfect for listening to music, and a pub with an unusually large selection of cocktails. Shall we all go and visit them, buddy?"
"Of course, I'll pay for it all because I'm really happy to be your friend."
The boy pursed his lips, as if trying to suppress a smile. "Actually, I haven't made many friends. If you do anything wrong, you must tell me."
-62-
Ms. M: So this is what it feels like to make friends.
...This is such a good deal!
-63-
"Okay, my friend!"
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