She died, three days ago. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Dead, no longer breathing, eyes closed, chest no longer heaving, hands that were previously soft became cold and stiff.

It was an accident in which no one had malicious intent, and when I was pushed away, I saw her body crushed under the shelf, her pure white dress stained with blood everywhere, her white brimmed hat falling to the ground on one side, her well-groomed honey-colored hair scattered in a clump and some with dust.

When the people next to me were rushing over, I was still in a state of confusion. The real realization of the fact that she was dead was when her body was seen at the funeral a day later.

On that day, half a month had passed since we agreed to sneak out of the city together. We carefully hid from the eyes of the adults, and secretly prepared a plan to escape. On that day, we had just gone to inspect the escape facilities, and under the cover of the cold wind, we hid behind the building next to us, cautiously peeking inside.

"See? It's that room, I've looked into it. It opens every other month, and food, books, movies, and comics from the outside world are all brought in from there. ”

"Oh, oh."

"We're only five days away, and if we sneak inside, we'll be able to find a way out of this damn place."

To be honest, I wasn't even focused on what she said. We were close together as we spoke, and the breath that came out of her mouth was unreassuring.

Because she would be angry when she said that, so I could only pretend to be calm.

"Okay, let's go back!"

She patted me on the top of my head with her hand, and then parted the body that had been close to me before.

With a little regret, I followed her on the way back.

"What's wrong Anderson? Feeling bad? Hmph, although it's troublesome, as the master, I can help you enlighten it, right? After walking for a while, she suddenly spoke.

I turned my face to see the concerned expression on her normally proud and mean face.

When did we become a master-slave relationship? With this question in mind, I shook my head slightly.

"No, nothing."

"Huh~?" Her face was a little cloudy: "Sure enough, you still don't want to leave here?" In that case, as long as you don't tell the adult, I can ...... it by myself."

She said this pretending to be forceful, but we were familiar now, so I didn't miss the lonely expression under her hard mask.

"No, it's not like that!" I retorted loudly to what she said, and then slowly lowered my head: "I was just wondering how Dad and Uncle George would react when they found out we had escaped......

Hearing my words, she looked up at the sky.

"Yes, if you think about it normally, you will probably search for a while, then report to the sheriff, and then look for a new child when it is confirmed that nothing is successful......

I know she's saying the right thing, but it's frustrating at times.

Probably seeing my downfall, she held my hand as if she wanted to cheer me on.

"It's okay! Think about a good place, right? As long as you go outside, even the childish comics you usually like can be bought for the first time, and you don't have to wait for more than a month like now, right? ”

What she said didn't give me encouragement, but the warmth that came from the palm of my hand gave me strength. More than 20 days ago, she was a princess, but now our relationship has become so close - I can't help but look forward to the future.

I turned my head to look at her face, and she smiled back.

There's nothing to be afraid of, I have someone "special" now, and that thought empowers me.

There were two more streets to get home, and because we didn't want to run into Miss Soris, we deliberately took a detour that we wouldn't normally take.

There are shelves on the side of the road ahead, on which people are painting the walls.

We don't see the end that is coming, and we walk forward holding hands with illusions about the future.

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At the funeral, I kicked everyone else out.

Dad, Uncle George, Miss Soris, the people living around, and even the painter on the shelf at the time of the accident came. He also suffered a lot of injuries in the accident, and was helped to apologize during the treatment.

Uncle George and the others naturally forgave him, knowing that the person was suffering the same pain as them. But I'm different, they're adults that's why they're strong, so because I'm a child, it's okay to be willful.

I'm different from them.

After locking the door, I knelt alone in front of her body. Looking at the corpse that had lost its vitality, the feeling that overflowed in my heart told me.

I'm different from them - I can say that.

Unlike Dad, and Uncle George, and everyone else outside who was screaming and banging on the door right now, it was just a little girl who died, one of the city's 200,000 people -- and their grief was only one in 200,000 as much as mine.

They didn't have the experience of playing ghost cards with her, they didn't go to the amusement park with her, they didn't share secrets with her, and they had the experience of dreaming sweetly and nervously for half a month, and it was these vivid memories that made her a "special" existence that belonged to me, which was a new discovery for me.

I think I've probably become an "outlier" in everyone's eyes.

I reached out to touch the back of her hand and cheek, the cold touch blowing away what was my last illusion.

I decided to continue with our program. Go outside, go outside - the sound of this lingers in my ears. She was gone, and I couldn't stay alone in this suddenly strange city.

"I'm sorry, I can't take you with me."

I leaned down and gently pressed my face against hers.

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"What do you mean by this......"

Alex flipped back and forth through the pages of her diary with a confused look on her face.

"Ciel, do you understand?"

She looked at the teenager next to her with an expectant expression.

Hearing her question, Ciel shook his head slightly.

"This is not a lingua franca."

"I can see that. But I thought it was Hill's words, so it wouldn't be strange if I learned a foreign language or two......"

Alex pouted, and judging by her disappointed expression, it seemed that she had made Ciel's existence as convenient as some universal tanuki-like robot.

"I know a foreign language."

"Huh? What is it? Alex looked at him curiously, "Is it elven?" Or is it dragon language? Could it be a bear language? ”

Regarding Alex's speculation, Ciel shook his head lightly with an expressionless face.

"It's ventriloquism."

"Well, it's pretty powerful. But Hill, do you really understand the concept of a foreign language? ”

"Hmm." Hill nodded slightly: "It's a language like ventriloquism." ”

"What, this fundamentally invincible way of interpretation! It's an infinite loop! ”

That being said, Alex took an interest in the ventriloquist that Hill was talking about.

"I've never seen a ventriloquist yet, Ciel, can you show me a little bit?"

"No problem."

Ciel nodded confidently, then was silent for a moment......

"Hello, I'm Ciel."

“…… Hey, your lips are obviously moving. ”

"No, that's it."

"No, no, no, even if you force yourself like this, you can still clearly see the movement of your lips when you speak." Alex made a dumbfounded expression, and then asserted without hesitation: "I'll just say it directly, although I don't know anything about ventriloquism, but you are 100% not ventriloquist." ”

"Alex, big fool."

"This time there is no disguise! And what he said is super infuriating! Alex was so angry that she couldn't help but reach out and tug at Ciel's cheek, and although Ciel's mouth kept whimpering, the soft feeling between her fingers seemed to make her discover a new world.

After some amusement, the two of them returned their attention to the situation at hand.

"I know there may be some clues, but if I can't read it, I can't help it."

Alex said as she put the heavy journal back on the table, then looked around.

“…… It doesn't seem to look like anything else, it's all portraits of the same person. Speaking of this, she suddenly thought of something and slapped the palm of her left hand with her right hand: "Ah! Could it be that there is a message hidden in these paintings? ”

She squinted around the room, trying to find the hidden code in the paintings on the walls. After five minutes in vain, she sighed in disappointment.

"I can't see anything."

…… Think about it, why do prisoners have to go to great lengths to leak their important information to the enemy? Thinking about this, Alex felt like she was in a daze.

Turning her head, she saw Hill staring intently at a painting on the wall.

"Let's go to the second floor, Ciel."

Stepping out of this small room is the staircase that leads to the second floor.

"It took so long and nothing was gained." As she walked, Alex complained, "I still don't know who the prisoners were, why they took the caravan captive, and where they were kept." ”

“……”

"At least if we have the evidence......" Alex glanced at the stairwell leading to the top, a circular stone staircase spiraling upwards with thick stone walls on either side.

After spending nearly an hour on the first floor, Alex was really trying to find the room where the prisoner was holding the victim. If it can be found, it will not only determine the criminal's crime, identity, and other information, but also rescue them along the way. After that, it's all about finding the prisoner and knocking him or her down neatly. In this way, the actual combat exercise delivered to them by this kiss of death ended perfectly.

Of course, reality doesn't always turn out the way it appears in the story. Alex didn't know that Hill had already found the victim, but not in the way she had imagined. ”

"Ah~ Look at the height of this castle, how come there are six or seven floors, let's just investigate it layer by layer?"

Alex said as she stretched sleepily.

At this time-

"Alex." Hill tugged at her clothes, "There's light." ”

Following the direction Ciel pointed to her right, Alex looked towards the end of the stairs. At the end of the staircase, some light was shining on the floor.

Barely speaking, Alex and Ciel quickened their pace, and the remaining stairs were crossed by them in a matter of seconds, and as they crossed the staircase, the view of the second floor revealed to them.

"Ahh

Alex was speechless by the sight before her. No more evidence was needed, and there was a stark scene of the murder in front of us. In the middle of the hall stood a man - undoubtedly the prisoner, the target of their expedition.

- The boss who was supposed to sit firmly in the last level will sometimes appear in the second level of the game.