Chapters 3561 & 3573 [Vermouth Being Hunted Down] Requesting monthly votes (`)
One minute ago.
A corner of the building.
Vermouth walked nonchalantly deeper into the shadows, holding her breath and carefully listening for the footsteps following behind her.
The faint sound of footsteps followed her from the underground parking lot all the way here.
"Sure enough, as a staff member of the building, my continued movement around the building after closing time did not arouse the suspicion of the stalker."
Vermouth breathed a slight sigh of relief at how smoothly things had gone. "I really made the right choice with this outfit today."
As she pondered, she subtly moved her limbs, preparing to apprehend the murderer behind her on the spot and throw him into the police's sight, cutting off his possibility of silencing Angel and Cool Guy, and then quietly make her way out of the scene, leaving no trace of her accomplishment.
"Although destroying Uzo's stage is not a very wise choice... I'm leaving soon anyway, and even if Uzo holds a grudge, he wouldn't abandon this place and go overseas for such a small matter."
"Ha, just imagine that kid waiting in the parking lot until the very end, only to see his main actor tied up like a dumpling and falling from the sky... His expression at that moment was truly something to look forward to."
Even a soft persimmon will get splattered with juice if squeezed too long, and Vermouth has never been a truly soft persimmon.
Now that she was about to leave, she had a bit more of a "what's the use" kind of courage and was full of anticipation for what was about to happen.
Just as he was arranging the next move, the sharp-eared cadre suddenly heard an unusual noise.
"Hmm?" Vermouth looked up, wondering to herself, "Is someone in the stairwell?"
She recalled the layout of the building and then remembered that on the tenth floor, which was a little higher up, there was indeed a high-rise food street that was open until late at night. The sounds she had just heard were probably from customers coming down from there.
In short, now is not the time to be distracted; the most urgent task is...
Vermouth stopped and, pretending to tie her shoelaces, squatted down.
"I thought this security guard would make a move as soon as I entered this floor, but I didn't expect him to be so calm... Could it be that because I'm a 'man' now, he's worried that if I get too close to the stairwell, I'll have a chance to escape his attack and get away?"
“I don’t have time to waste with him anymore. Since he’s hesitant to make a move, I’ll create an opportunity for him to do so—I’ll turn my back to him, squat down to tie my shoelaces, and not be able to move around easily… No matter how you look at it, now should be the perfect time to attack.”
Sure enough, as Vermouth crouched down, the person behind her paused for a moment before taking another step.
Da, da.
With unhurried footsteps, the distance between them closed like never before, and finally, the stalker stopped behind her.
Vermouth looked up and, in the dim light, saw the shadow cast upon her with its arm raised high, holding a long staff in its hand.
With a whooshing sound, the long staff came crashing down. A cold smile played on Vermouth's lips as she suddenly turned to the side.
She dodged the long stick, grabbed the attacker's wrist, and pulled hard...
Then the world spun around him, and he was thrown to the ground with a thud.
Vermouth, who was suddenly lying on her back, thought, "..." Huh?
Wait a minute, isn't this a bit odd? Logically, shouldn't the one lying on the ground now be the murderer behind me?!
Still somewhat dazed from being thrown, her pupils suddenly contracted—the attacker shook off her hand, raised the long stick again, and struck her down hard!
The terrifying shadow, carrying immense force, rapidly enlarged before her eyes. With no time to lose focus, Vermouth gritted her teeth, mustered all her strength, protected her head, and rolled to the side.
From an angle she couldn't see, the long stick paused considerately for a moment before striking her head again with tremendous force, grazing it at the last second before slamming it to the ground.
With a loud "clang!", the short, thick wig was flung off by inertia, and the tip of the stick grazed Vermouth's scattered hair, scraping off a large clump of invisible stuff.
Vermouth rolled continuously until she was pressed against the shipping container before stopping. She looked up in astonishment at the figure in the darkness, her mind reeling: How could this killer be so skilled?!
"Could it be that tonight's script has no shortcut at all, and 'solving the murder alone' is just a deceptive path leading to death?"
Countless thoughts flashed through Vermouth's mind, and she suddenly felt as if she had stepped into a deadly trap, and her whole body was sinking rapidly.
Her mind was in complete turmoil when she heard a jumbled scream. The sound seemed to be coming from the stairwell and was getting closer and closer at an indescribable speed.
Vermouth glanced over instinctively. In the light from the stairwell entrance, she saw a familiar figure staggering down the stairs and rushing into the floor.
—Sonoko Suzuki.
What's this high school girl doing here?
What is she hiding from?
Under Vermouth's bewildered gaze, Sonoko Suzuki stopped screaming and frantically turned her head to look at the stairwell, as if hoping that the thing chasing her would skip this floor and continue down.
However, things didn't go as planned. Not long after, another figure appeared at the door. The man was wearing a heavy coat with a scarf around his neck and carrying a bloodstained metal baseball bat. He limped and staggered in, his face full of murderous intent.
When her expectations were dashed, Sonoko Suzuki's legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground.
Under her desperate gaze, the security guard used a metal baseball bat as a crutch, bracing himself against the ground, and with a sinister grin, he approached her amidst a screech of metal sliding.
This terrifying scene, as seen by the high school girl, was like a horror movie in progress.
In Vermouth's eyes, this scene was equally unbelievable.
—If the security guard is chasing Sonoko Suzuki, then what exactly is that thing following behind me?
Cold sweat trickled down my back, and in an instant, words like "ghost," "urban legend," "vengeful spirit," and "monster" flooded my mind.
But soon, Vermouth solidified her materialism and instantly understood the situation.
She looked again at the dark figure in front of her, gritted her teeth and whispered, "...Uzo."
Silence fell.
A moment later, the "culprit" behind her chuckled, also lowering his voice: "So, having fun, Vermouth?"
Vermouth: "..."
...Happy my foot!
"Don't be angry, I just realized you haven't really experienced many murders yet, so I wanted to give you a wonderful experience unique to this city."
The man opposite sighed, seemingly regretfully: "But since you dared to try to silence the security guard—are you really planning to leave Tokyo?"
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