Chapter 161 Trolley Problem She Didn't Choose to Do That
After receiving the invitation from his old friend, Kudo Yusaku gladly agreed.
The latest novel in his "Night Baron" series was recently submitted for editing, which means he will have several months of vacation.
It’s a good opportunity to collaborate with Tadaki Kashimura to develop games.
Such an interesting thing, Yukiko would also be interested.
It's just right, once the game is finished, I can let my kids experience it...
This is what Kudo Yusaku planned.
However, my old friend’s new boss is... Lin Xi?
This was not the first time Kudo Yusaku had heard this name.
The last time I heard of her was last time... Agasa mentioned her. The little girl who escaped from that organization and became smaller like Shinichi was adopted by her.
Shinichi also thinks highly of her.
What a coincidence to hear her name here again.
Maybe next time I go to Japan to see Shinichi, I can stop by and pay this lady a visit...
…
night.
Jessie White put on her coat and walked out the door absentmindedly.
In the afternoon, she met Jane Athena's parents.
She looked at the sorrow in their eyes, the forced smiles on their faces, and their eagerness to know what happened to their daughter in the basement, and her own heart felt as cold as if it had been soaked in ice water.
Jessie White didn't regret framing Jane Athena for a single moment.
Someone was destined to die that day. If she could turn back time and do it all over again, Jess would still choose to live and let others die.
However, not having regrets does not mean she doesn't feel guilty.
Jane Athena is a girl who is loved.
Her parents loved her dearly. The genuine emotion, the unspoken, genuine sadness, reminded Jess of her own mother. She couldn't bear to look them in the eye, but tears welled up in her eyes.
"Live well." Athena and her husband finally said this to Jessie White.
Even though their daughter died yesterday, today they still bless the survivors.
This was exactly the same as their daughter - Jane Athena's last look at Jess as she walked towards the "kitchen" also expressed the same meaning.
Ah, why do those people in this world who love others and are loved treat death so calmly, as if they have something far more important than death?
How could she, a person who steals other people's lives to survive, bear such a sincere blessing?
She would rather be greeted with a scolding than have Jane Athena's parents pat her on the shoulder, leaving their sorrow to themselves and their blessings to her.
This feeling made her feel worse than ever before.
In the end, all she could do was purse her lips and say lightly, "Thank you, I will."
Jessie White sniffed.
The temperature difference in Los Angeles is quite large this season. You can wear a thin skirt during the day, but after the sun goes down, you have to put on thicker clothes.
The dress she was wearing was given to her by the blonde policewoman out of kindness.
She has a date to go to in the evening.
At five minutes to eleven, Jessie White arrived at the west side of house 21, Berleming Street as promised.
The west side was on the left side of House 21. There was no one on the street at this time, only a few city birds circling in the sky, and a cold wind blew, making Jessie shiver.
When will you come, eleven or someone from eleven?
It's spooky in here, cold and fucking spooky...
Jess kicked the reddish-brown brick wall out of boredom.
Debris fell down with a rustling sound.
Just when she thought that the person who had made an appointment with her tonight would be late, the figure of the white-haired man appeared in her sight.
Jess breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why did you come just now?"
She complained unhappily, "It's really cold here!"
The man whom I had just seen in the room during the day didn't say anything.
In the darkness of the night, his expression was so cold that it felt unfamiliar to Jess.
"You-" She stopped mid-sentence because of the weapon pointed at her.
The white-haired man slowly approached her, holding the gun steadily in his hand.
After realizing what had happened, Jessie White's expression froze.
The threat of death oppressed her, urging her to say something to survive; but she could not say anything.
Suddenly, an inspiration flashed through her mind.
The familiar scene evoked fragments of her memory, and she finally remembered that on the night she met Jack the Ripper, on the night she saved the blonde woman, she passed by a white-haired figure on a dim path like this one.
It's him!
It's Kim Bonnar!
He was there that night too!
As she realized this, the rapidly secreted adrenaline made Jess's heart pound like a drum.
Oops, oops...
Will be killed...
I clearly, clearly just promised others that I would live well...
Although he tried desperately to move, his body seemed frozen and he couldn't move.
Jessie White could only watch as the white-haired man got closer.
In her ever-increasing despair, Jess realized that an FBI agent who had appeared near the crime scene, seen her in person and her photo, invited her to an unfamiliar place late at night and pointed a gun at her. There was a 99% chance that he wanted to kill her to silence her.
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor is not loud, but very clear.
The distance was already very close, so close that Jessie could see the indifferent expression on the white-haired man's face.
It was no different from when he interrogated her in the room during the day.
He raised the muzzle of his gun a little higher and aimed it at Jessie's eyebrows.
He applied slight pressure with his index finger.
Just when Jess thought he was about to pull the trigger, a light cough suddenly came from the quiet alley.
Kim Bonnar's hand stopped.
A light cough was followed by the sound of brisk footsteps.
Jessie White glanced dreamily behind the white-haired man.
There appeared a person who should be here, but shouldn't be here.
"eleven……"
Jessie shouted, the sense of relief brought by the girl's appearance and the panic brought by the threat of death intertwined, converging into a strong feeling of grievance, making her vision blurred again.
The girl didn't seem to expect Jessie to start crying again, and she looked visibly at a loss. "Eh, eh? It's okay, you won't die, little Jessie, I'm here."
As a result, these words of comfort made Jessie White cry even more uncontrollably.
In her blurred vision, she felt someone gently patting her shoulder, pulling her hand, and leading her slowly back away.
She followed the man obediently until they left the dark streets and reached a brightly lit area.
She wiped her tears, looked at the strange girl in front of her, opened her mouth, and didn't know what to say.
She is so stupid and reckless, trusting others so easily, and she needs Eleven to save her.
But Sugishima Jun'e seemed to understand what she meant and shook her head: "You've done very well."
"Don't worry, since you can come here today, it means..."
Her voice was calm and steady, "According to Miss Lin's arrangement, you were supposed to be here today."
.
Jin felt his gun hand being grasped.
He watched in silence as the hand moved around to the other side of the gun handle and joined his hand in an almost interlocked position.
Then the girl's voice came: "Why didn't you pull the safety pin?"
Lin Xi was a little confused.
How to shoot without safety on?
The white-haired man glanced at her and relaxed his hand holding the gun. Lin Xi took the gun into her arms.
Then she knew why men didn't sell insurance.
There was no bullet in the gun at all.
This model of gun weighs this much when the magazine is empty.
She smiled suddenly: "Well, you knew I was coming, didn't you?"
Pointing an unloaded gun at someone, he had no intention of killing anyone. If that was the case, why did he go to all this unnecessary trouble, making it so frightening? Did he know she'd come looking for him, and was doing it on purpose to force her to show herself?
Jin nodded.
After learning that Jack the Ripper was killed in a bombing, King knew that he was probably exposed.
Because he had the only remote control for the gun that he had placed in Jack the Ripper's basement.
After his hypnosis and psychological suggestion, Jack the Ripper never knew that it was a bomb. He just thought that the object that appeared on the glass device in his basement was a decoration that he had placed there himself and that his late wife would like.
He never pressed the bomb remote, but the basement exploded, destroying almost everything there, including the glass installation, Jack the Ripper's body, and the bomb itself.
Under his misleading, everyone thought that the bomb was placed in the basement by Jack the Ripper himself; oh, maybe except for the man who always wears a knitted hat... Judging from the occasional sharp gazes recently, he has probably begun to doubt himself.
And Lin Xi.
Jin stared at the person in front of him.
He never thought of hiding it from her.
So, she must have figured out why he had gone to so much trouble to create a serial killer who used her as a prototype to find his target, and why he had put her and the other girls in that situation.
"Why don't you let her die?"
In the moonlight, the white-haired man asked with pure confusion on his face.
He placed the □□ attached to the glass device at a distance that was just enough to kick through the glass.
That type of bomb doesn't explode instantly. When the two colored liquids collide, it takes six or seven seconds for them to react before exploding.
As... Lin Xi must know the mechanism of that bomb explosion.
All she had to do was break the glass facing the door as the water poured down, run behind it, close the kitchen door, and leave Jessie White—or Jane Athena—in that room.
With her physical condition, six or seven seconds is enough for her to run to a safe place.
But she chose not to do so.
Why, why does she always put herself in danger to save those who don't matter at all?
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