-1-
“…We’re here. Right here.”
Miss M leaned in and looked at the blood spots on the entire wall and couldn't help whistling.
Including this room, she has been to the scenes of twelve serial murders, and it can be clearly seen that -
The murderer in this series of cases is a clumsy copycat.
-2-
Use drugs to make the victim unable to resist, and after the other party completely stops breathing, cut a wound to release a large amount of arterial blood.
The killer's targets were people with no social status or identification. He would use drugs to make the victims unconscious before committing the crime, making it easier for him to arrange the bodies. The bodies only had knife marks and no signs of torture.
It is obvious that he is a cowardly, sick, low-self-esteem and sensitive person.
Only a cowardly murderer would choose such a group and use such a method——
He tried to find a sense of existence and accomplishment in these people at the bottom of society, but he was afraid of even one resistance from them before they died, so he didn't even dare to reach out and wipe away their breath himself, and could only let drugs do it instead.
Oh, him.
-3-
M doesn't think the murderer is a woman.
Because, it is obvious that almost half of the twelve victims were prostitutes, and they went to such a remote corner with the murderer just to "discuss business."
The murderer was the guest they recruited late at night.
The boy who called himself P described the scene when the women were found in a tactful and gentlemanly way, using the word "disheveled".
...In fact, it is doubtful whether they were wearing any clothes when they were found.
-4-
Miss M guessed that the women were not wearing any clothes at all.
She had seen a lot and knew very well when was the best time to drug a prostitute.
In the past, she would have sneered at the word "disheveled", mocking the other person's unnecessary sense of shame.
...But she inexplicably didn't want to continue teasing this innocent child about this. The thought of discussing a naked woman with him made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Uh, maybe he's too pure?
-5-
In short, the murderer was a somewhat cowardly man.
But then, what he did to the body, the scene he designed... the unconscious victim, the bleeding... the blood splattered all over the wall...
This method is like slaughtering a lamb.
She said, "Rather than imitating the Grim Reaper, it's more like..."
The strange boy who called himself P nodded.
"More like the Banshee's work, isn't it?"
Miss M couldn't help but look at him.
Her dark pupils shrank again at this word, and her gaze at others was like a deep well with no end.
—God knows what will crawl out of the bottom of this well.
"I didn't know the Banshee was more famous than the Grim Reaper."
...in such an ordinary world, coming from the mouth of such an ordinary human being.
-6-
Mr. P was not scared off by her sudden change of expression.
When he first met this girl, he saw her crawling out of the lake wearing a blood-stained straitjacket and a gag and biting someone. It was basically impossible for him to be scared away by any change in her eyes.
Even if M didn't go crazy or attack, people with weak hearts couldn't stand being around her for a long time. Basically, they would see horror movie scenes every day, such as a female ghost with black hair covering her face silently walking out of the humid bathroom -
But M was just too lazy to blow-dry or comb his hair after washing it.
Moreover, she walked silently, as if a layer of silent pads were installed on the soles of her feet.
Mr. P was used to it. When he was washing in front of the mirror, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind him, grabbed his back and shook him.
It’s not the protagonist of the horror movie, but M who is waiting impatiently for him to clean beforehand.
-7-
"Come on, it's just to get into bed, why do you have to wash up three times and take another shower? Hurry up, I'm getting sleepy waiting for you to get into bed!"
"Since we're going to be in close contact, I think it's important to keep it clean."
"...(quietly) Why on earth could I have chosen such a fussy, mysophobic person among so many people in this bar..."
No reason.
Mr. P folded the towel, shook the water droplets off his hands, and thought to himself: Who told you to inexplicably decide not to be friends with me and drag me into bed?
-8-
Although he had met her so many times pretending to be a stranger that he couldn't remember them all, Mr. P was certain and positive that at the very beginning, it was M who half-forced him into the hotel.
He would only have sex with someone he wanted to date and marry, and he would never have sex with a cellmate whose irresponsibility he knew full well.
Being friends is fine, but being a partner?
hehe.
-9-
Precisely because we are familiar with each other, it is impossible to approach her and develop an emotional connection with her.
Firstly, he and his cellmates don’t understand emotions, and secondly, he doesn’t have any feelings towards his cellmates.
She wanted to play with him and he wanted to tease her. In the end, they each got what they wanted and there was no question of who was letting the other down.
——Mr. P doesn’t understand love. He has no feelings for her, nor will he keep her and desire her——
He kept playing the role of a stranger meeting her again and again, just to make her take responsibility for herself.
He doesn't like one-night stands. It's common sense that if you sleep with someone, you have to take responsibility and get married.
If M wants to find someone else, that's fine. He is not her partner and has no right to interfere in her private life - but he can try to be a stranger in every one of her one-night stands, right?
That's not interference, that's "deliberate seduction to make you responsible for me."
In Mr. P's logic, seduction does not mean interference, even though he actually occupied every one of M's one-night stands.
But it was M who took the initiative to approach him and pull him into the hotel. It was also M's own choice to choose him as a one-night stand partner and never look for anyone else. What does it have to do with him?
-10-
He just stayed at her favorite place, picked out the games she would definitely like, used the words that would attract her attention the most, drank with her after playing with her, and when she was drunk and her eyes were dizzy, he would unintentionally reach out and unbutton the button of her shirt that she liked to unbutton the most.
-11-
He is very innocent.
-12-
Moreover, it is necessary to explain that Mr. P at this time——
He has never asked M to do it with the reason that "I will only do it with the girlfriend I am going to marry."
In other words, at this time, Miss M still did not casually make lies about "dating", nor did she perfunctorily say "I like you" to the other party just because she wanted to have sex with him. She was simply "changing" her one-night stand partner.
At this time, Mr. P did not regard her as a "partner" and would never have a romantic relationship with her.
So he never mentioned it. In M's concept, he just "broke the rules by hooking up with a clean kid". I was happy and he was happy too. We said goodbye at dawn, so as not to let down any feelings.
-13-
Although he did "only do it with a girlfriend he was getting married to," and he was indeed pursuing M to subtly induce her to be responsible and loyal to him—
But at this time, Mr. P really didn't have much expectations for their relationship.
Based on a tacit understanding of the prison friendship - who would dare to fall in love with this guy? Is she crazy? Before she can start a relationship, she must have spent at least fifty years hammering the concept of "love" into her brain that only cares about eating, sleeping and playing -
Well, it is also based on his own lack of understanding of "love".
Mr. P's only requirement for Ms. M is to be "responsible." What he wants from Ms. M is what he believes Ms. M can definitely provide—fun, excitement, and novelty...
And his ultimate life dream that he had longed for in prison had to rely on M to be realized.
The countless times he chased her, tempted her, and made her take responsibility was just the right time to realize his ultimate dream—
Shh.
-14-
There's no need to let anyone know this last bit.
Especially M.
-15-
So, um, what Mr. P is pursuing is "being responsible for me" - that is, the care he occasionally wants from her -
Just do it out of "caring about friends" or "caring about bed partners".
His goals are very, very low.
Therefore, at this time, he did not use the goal of "I hope she will become my partner, marry me, like me, love me, and be with me forever from the bottom of her heart" to build a special plan for her and take a tailor-made offensive.
……right.
These countless reunions and seductions are merely Mr. P’s actions for the purpose of “being responsible for me” and are “basic operations” within his own logic.
-16-
Just basic operations.
He felt that he hadn't contributed anything at all. He just spent his free time thinking about how to seduce his sustainable development significance one-night stand partner. When he was bored, he would just squat at a place to catch her, tease her and play with her.
How simple is that?
...Well, this is the logic of angels. Countless carefully prepared encounters and interactions are just "idle" and "casual" in the logic of angels.
According to the angel's logic, it is indeed true.
After all, after so many times of meeting and playing together, the relationship between them is still lingering at an unclear starting point, neither a partner nor friends.
Mr. P was just trying to entice her to choose him as her "next" one-night stand partner, her "next" happy playmate. He didn't seek anything more, so M stayed at the safe starting point.
-17-
God knows if one day he really acts with the purpose of "being my partner" and "liking me and loving me", his offensive will be so thorough, complicated, elaborate and terrifying.
-18-
God knows which unlucky girl will encounter his top-notch plan that he has put all his efforts into.
-19-
Even after death, even if I become a ghost, even if I experience countless accidents and murders...
It is also a top-level layout that is slowly unfolding and slowly closing.
——Oh, never mind, it probably won’t happen. After all, Mr. P really doesn’t understand “love”. He’s just chasing after his former cellmate and wants her to take responsibility.
It probably won't appear.
-20-
"Okay, this is the last scene, and the bar is open for business."
Miss M was still trying to use her murderous eyes to test this guy's understanding of the "Banshee", but the latter had already turned and left with a brisk pace.
"Come on, how about I buy you a drink? I know a bar where the patrons will be delighted by their knowledge of the case—and their signature cocktail is that glitter cocktail you wanted in the first place."
To him, this was just business as usual, the same as countless times in the past.
Play, chat, then she'd go drink or dance, and then he'd be dragged into the hotel room.
-twenty one-
Although the main activity this time was to visit the murder scene of a serial murder case, it was quite common in his and her daily activities - how could game groups and escape rooms be as interesting as real monsters and murderers - and Miss M would basically solve those murderers or monsters every time, she was so well behaved.
How can he have such a cute child as a playmate while playing with her and maintaining world peace at the same time?
Miss M always likes to call him "little friend", but he thinks she is the most childish one.
Every time they met, she would take the snacks, drinks, skirts, and shoes he handed her - ah, so cute, she would like anything he fed her.
-twenty two-
This is one of the reasons why Mr. P pursued her tirelessly, pretended to meet her for the first time countless times, and played with her.
He felt that way when they met in prison—
Ms. M, it really feels healing.
People always say that he is very healing, but Mr. P cannot agree. His way of healing himself and relaxing is to play with M.
Obviously M is the healing angel, right?
After all, he was really comfortable with her.
Although there will be distress, a little bit of unhappiness, and I will mind her forgetting again and again——
But he really enjoyed being with her.
Their channels were easily resonant, their paces were harmonious, and words never needed to be repeated. Moreover, she expressed herself so clearly and directly that he could see through her at a glance.
Perhaps, if they could spend a long time together one day, she would be able to see through his fake smile and the half-truthful disguise he put on to lure her to expose it.
-twenty three-
Mr. P lives in this ordinary and ordinary world, doing an ordinary and ordinary job, and leading an extremely honest daily routine. He even has to accompany his colleagues to order coffee takeout every morning, and they both order American coffee with three parts of sugar and no milk.
But he really wanted to go to work on a skateboard, carrying a backpack, and holding a colorful carbonated drink...
Then, I would clock in at the company gate in an unusual way—like being run over by a truck while pulling out my ID, leaving my entire body smeared against the glass door—or I would greet my colleagues with blood all over my head, enjoying their strange expressions.
That must be interesting and fun.
-twenty four-
But he couldn't do that.
He had to order the same breakfast coffee as everyone else, eat croissants from the same shop, carry the same uniform bag, go to the same izakaya for team building after get off work, listen to a drunk guy making sexist and racist remarks, and echo him amid the awkward laughter of his colleagues.
Because this is the only way to integrate into the group, because this is the only way to play his role well.
—Mr. P is not that kind of guy at all. Repeating a peaceful daily routine is just torture for him.
But he has to play his role and fulfill the promise he made to someone.
Like M, they all carry heavy burdens that they cannot unload.
-25-
So, only.
When he meets her, he can reveal his abnormality a little.
Anyway, she would forget it in one go. Mr. P did not do anything to hide his abnormality and weirdness.
Besides, if you act too normal, you won’t be able to attract M.
Will it be exposed?
It doesn’t matter. The only way to expose him is to remember him.
If she could remember him, it would be okay to be exposed.
...Will she?
-26-
Miss M noticed something, but she really wanted to drink a glittery cocktail and she really wanted to go to the bar where many insiders were said to gather.
——She was very interested in the case and the person.
I want to know more about him and ponder him longer.
-27-
"...Wait for me outside. I'll take a look at the scene and come over for a drink later."
But, well, we can't follow the pace he gives.
M felt that he was controlling himself——
Although it was just a slight feeling, and it was impossible for him to be controlled, this was probably just a slight illusion -
But, just in case.
She wants to show that she is in control.
Mr. P: "Okay. I'll wait for you outside."
After saying that, he turned and left.
-28-
Ms. M: ...So he really just suggested taking her out, without any intention of deliberately seducing her, right? And he didn't show any reaction when I rejected him.
She started to overthink it... Strange, why had her intuition failed her so many times today? Was it really because she met U before going out to play today?
-29-
She stood there for a while in a daze, and Mr. P had disappeared at the door.
…Miss M looked back, and the scene, which was full of fun and doubts, didn’t seem so interesting anymore.
It's just a wall splattered with blood.
She doesn't like blood.
-30-
boring.
-31-
"...Okay, let's go have a drink."
She has been acting strangely today, constantly having inexplicable feelings and constantly misunderstanding that strange boys are sending her dating signals - is she in a bad mood because she feels uncomfortable wearing garbage bags recently, or because she has no place to live and can't sleep well recently?
Maybe she needs three or more cocktails to adjust herself later. Well, I'm not the kind of person who thinks about random things all day long.
Alcohol, music, dancing, ha—in less than two hours, she'll be back again!
Miss M's steps became brisk again. She skipped out of the staff lounge and headed towards the emergency passage leading out of the building.
When the boy left just now, she inexplicably noticed his footsteps——
He left from this direction, M was very sure that he would be able to catch up with him after a few more steps.
-32-
So she stepped briskly over the dim green traffic light above her head.
Stepping into a pool of blood that slowly slid away.
-33-
In the dark corridor, his blood-stained blond hair seemed to be shining.
Sitting under the wall, head tilted, eyes slightly closed——
-34-
Next to the side of his neck, there were large patches of blood splattered on the wall, still dripping with heat, like a huge sickle.
-35-
Miss M stood there, watching the scene, staring at it for several seconds.
The only sound in the air was the dripping blood.
for a long time.
She took another step, and the pair of boots she had found in the trash can of the system world stomped across the pool of blood and into the dust, eventually leaving a muddy bloodstain on the dark corridor floor.
-36-
"Tick." It's blood dripping.
"Click." She was approaching.
In the corridor, in the shadows, someone couldn't help but hold his breath and clench the rag soaked in medicine in his hand.
-37-
——The girl is coming.
That delicate little girl who was so foolish as to wander around in his work—she was going to come and cry hysterically—haha, ha—
A weak girl, the one who was hanging out with the man must be a homeless prostitute with no identity, and she could only wear a garbage bag - cough, hee, hee, when she came over, he pounced on her, covered her mouth and nose, stripped off her clothes, and then cut her artery - making her his fourteenth most beautiful work - no, the thirteenth, just make her his perfect thirteenth. She came closer, my God, she was so beautiful, compared to her, the prostitute he had just killed was just waste - it would be better to just scrap it -
-38-
"despair."
It was Miss M who stopped.
Then she bent down.
His expression was extremely solemn.
-39-
"You looked so beautiful when you died. I've never felt anything like it before. Please, will you be my boyfriend and promise to kill me every time I die?"
-40-
The perverted murderer lying in ambush nearby: "..."
Huh?
-41-
He was about to pounce when he paused—and stumbled again—
"Bang", Miss M kicked him over with her leg. It was an extremely beautiful side kick. She was concentrating on staring at the blond boy leaning against the wall without even turning her head.
"Hey. Be my boyfriend. Do you agree?"
“…”
-42-
Mr. P opened his eyes and looked at her.
His blue eyes were faintly reflected red by the blood on the wall, like rubies faintly visible on the seabed.
"I've never heard such a request before," he said slowly, "especially when I'm pretending to be a corpse."
"Do you want to find a living boyfriend, or a dead one?"
Miss M thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter. As long as it's you."
……oh.
-43-
"You asked for a relationship with me. The reason was to kill me."
"Well, if it wasn't my boyfriend, killing him wouldn't be fun. Killing someone else is illegal, but killing my boyfriend is fun."
But you have killed many creatures that are not your boyfriends.
And when will you care about "breaking the law"? You are a non-human existence outside the vast universe. Don't think that you can pretend to be a harmless little girl with just a few words.
…never mind, she didn’t remember, and now she was just extending an invitation to a stranger.
Mr. P lowered his eyes and slowly sat up: "Let me make it clear in advance that I'm not a very strong or powerful boyfriend..."
Miss M pouted and kicked the murderer who had just fainted from the pain of a side kick.
"I know. After all, if even this kind of trash can knock you out, you must be weaker than a lamb in a pasture, kiddo."
"...I just didn't notice him."
-44-
Mr. P stood up and moved out of the shadow behind him.
——Behind him, against the wall, was a woman leaning against the wall.
That woman was the source of the entire wall of blood. The murderer just wanted to knock Mr. P unconscious and put him beside her, and then use him as bait to lure M closer without any defense.
She was the thirteenth victim, her legs spread wide apart, exposed on the dirty ground. Her bare limbs and messy lipstick clearly expressed what had happened to her before her death.
But, her shoulders to her thighs were covered by a jacket.
It was completely covered, with nothing exposed.
Mr. P brushed the dust off his shirt and lifted the bloodstained cuff with some disgust.
-45-
"I noticed her as I walked into the security exit."
He didn't take back the jacket he had covered her with. "She seemed cold, so I went over and lent her a coat...but I didn't expect the murderer to be still far away."
And right behind him.
Miss M looked at him and then at the girl on the ground.
"You say that as if life doesn't end after death."
Mr. P replied gently, "Who knows what comes after death? At least, she needs a dress."
-46-
Miss M then looked at the girl's bare, spread legs again.
"You're my boyfriend from now on. My boyfriend can't cover another girl with his coat."
“…I don’t think I’ve agreed yet…”
Miss M kicked the murderer on the ground again, as if kicking a pebble to vent her anger. The "bang" of her kick was particularly loud.
"Hey. Carry me."
-47-
Mr. P didn't understand what was going on, but he turned around anyway.
Miss M immediately got on top of him—she really liked clinging to his back and rocking back and forth, having done this countless times in the past—
She grabbed his back, then raised her feet again, and with two "thumps", she completely kicked off the boots she had picked up from the trash can.
An old boot stained with blood lay at the feet of the corpse.
-48-
"Here you go. Put it on. This is a classic, practically brand new pair... I'm warning you, you'd better not turn into a demon and just stay buried. I've already kicked the brains out of that guy next to you. Look, that's the white stuff that's leaking out."
The corpse did not respond.
"Okay, now give me back my new boyfriend's coat."
The corpse did not respond.
"...Don't be greedy, or I'll take off the garbage bag and give it to you."
The corpse did not respond.
-49-
Ms. M then began to take off the garbage bag from her body—Mr. P grabbed her hand in time.
"How about this," he said sincerely, "I'll buy you a new coat and a new skirt, and we'll wear matching outfits and leave the old clothes to her?"
……snort.
That's about right.
“You just…”
"No. I kept avoiding her sight and went over to cover her with my coat, almost half-blind. I didn't see anything."
"snort."
-50-
Miss M lifted her bare feet, wrapped them around his neck, and pressed tightly against his back.
It would probably be fun to interact with her, after all, this is an interesting, unique and beautiful person.
So, it doesn’t matter, just date.
She is in a good mood.
"Let's go, boyfriend, go buy me some clothes. Go."
"…It's a boyfriend, not a horse."
"Then woof woof."
“…”
-51-
I knew it.
If someone like her were to date, he would probably be frivolous, willful and irresponsible... well, a partner.
Mr. P carried her down the stairs and slowly left the bloody scene.
Although he had a feeling that even as a partner, she wouldn't be much better...but this time, she was the one who asked for it, right?
Although, he hadn't actually fainted just now, he had just pretended to be a corpse to test her reaction...
Hmm.
There is no "fear", "anger" or "sadness", but a strong "heartbeat"?
...He never expected to date her. That was the starting point. It didn't matter if he kept this meaningless relationship.
But if you get to know her better, you will understand that she is a little crazy person who doesn't like to play by the rules and can give you surprises at any time.
If she asks for it, there's nothing we can do.
Love?... He needed to investigate carefully. What exactly was it? How could he disguise and imitate it... Wait, he couldn't just fall in love casually. If he wanted to fall in love, it had to lead to marriage... But how could he persuade her to marry him?
well.
Headache.
After all, everything she wanted, as long as he had it, he would give it to her.
-52-
When had he ever refused this little lunatic's request, whether it was pudding or a request for a date?
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