10th floor.

In a closed lounge, Urawi sat in the corner, flipping through a book that recorded the characteristics of various smells, trying to remember, but her heart couldn't calm down.

On the day she entered here, she was led by a man in black wearing sunglasses, shuttling through rooms, testing her physical fitness data, testing her knowledge in all aspects, and testing her ability to distinguish smells.

After that, the man took her to the room on the 9th floor and said a bunch of requests with a blank face:

Let her finish her high school courses in one year, and she will also be required to practice a foreign language to the same level of proficiency as her mother tongue.

She retorted immediately.

No way! You know, she didn't learn the classes in her country well, and she wasn't one of those legendary geniuses, how could she do it?

The man didn't care what she said, and still made his own requests.

In addition to those, she also has to memorize the characteristics of various odors, and once a week, she has to distinguish at least 90% of the odors accurately.

This is simply embarrassing her Urayu Saika!

While asking her to learn so many courses, and on the other hand, asking her to master so many odor characteristics and distinguish so many odors, the key is that there is no teacher to teach her, so she can only stare at the book by herself.

She thought about smashing the book in the man's face and walking away, but ...... She didn't dare.

That day, the man left after explaining, and she turned around and wanted to leave this ghost place, but she found that she couldn't go.

It looks like 20 floors on the outside, but inside it is connected by two by two, with only an odd number of floors connected to the elevator and a secure passage to the downstairs.

If she wanted to leave, she had to go to the lobby outside, go up the 11th floor from the stairs that connected the hall, and leave through the 11th floor, but the 11th floor was guarded and she was not allowed to go there at all.

She tried to mess around, and she was left with a gunshot wound in the arm.

This is just a warning!

That's what the man said? The next day she found out that the man hadn't lied to her.

There was a sturdy, fierce-looking, powerful-looking woman who tried to force her way to the 11th floor, but died.

When she first arrived here and took over the test, the man asked her? Do you dare to kill? She replied, 'Dare'.

What did she think at the time? This must be a very powerful organization? Like the big societies, she'd heard a lot of things about dealing with traitors, eradicating enemies, and the like. Are bad groups all petty fights? What's a big deal about killing people in a powerful group? Just like the killers and samurai in film and television dramas, except for cool? She couldn't think of any other description.

But after seeing the dead the next day? She found herself afraid she couldn't take it.

A second ago, a woman who was alive and alive like a beast fell under the gun? Just struggling twice and quieting down? Pale and stiff? The eyeball bulged out because of the intracranial impact and compression? The flesh of the blood hole on the forehead turned outward, and bright red blood continued to gush out, like a spring of blood that could not be stopped, and soon flowed over the woman's dull eyeballs, and then flowed down from the eye sockets along the pale and stiff face.

The original white and clean floors and walls? Stained with the blood spreading under the woman's body, the splattered blood from the bullet before? A small white dot hidden between the bright red? I could see her stomach churning.

When the heavy smell of blood and a hint of burnt skin irritated her nasal passages and stomach? She really couldn't hold back her vomiting, she vomited so darkly that her mind went blank.

Is it too ugly and terrible to look like when you die? The feeling of a fresh life disappearing in front of you is even more terrifying.

And that day, the other five women who lived on the same floor were bloodthirsty and excited, some threw teasing and mocking glances at her, some looked at her as if they were looking at something new, and some were surprised and muttered, 'How did this little girl get in?'

She was like an anomaly, and indeed an anomaly, those people had no fear, and after she vomited, she had nightmares for the past few nights, repeatedly dreaming of the woman's death, and there seemed to be a strong smell of blood in her nose.

She couldn't take it!

Sometimes she thought that she would have to leave here, even if she died, she would have to try, but when she thought that she would die so ugly and that she would no longer be able to see the person she wanted to see, she felt trembling in her heart, and she had no courage to resist.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Urayu's thoughts.

Urabu Ayaka's frightened pupils gradually regained their strength, and I was afraid that even she didn't know how ugly her expression was just now, and put the book aside, annoyed that she was distracted again.

Compared to death, learning doesn't seem to be such a difficult thing to accept.

"Knock knock!"

There was two more knocks on the door.

Urayu Ayaka hesitated, then stood up and went to open the door.

Although the women outside are not good at stubble, and sometimes they are so crazy that they are not mentally normal, but they are quite restrained, abide by the rules of not doing things to the people they live with, and will not come to trouble her, and the guards have no interest in harassing them, and have been staying on the 11th floor, as long as they don't run or make trouble, they won't care about them.

There would be no danger in opening the door, but she hadn't gone out for a few days, and she didn't have any acquaintances to talk to.

Who would be looking for her?

After arriving at the door, Urawi Caika still hesitated again, hung up the safety door chain, and only opened the door through a gap.

Someone had been staring at her with malicious eyes that day, saying in a tone of extreme disgust, 'I really want to kill her', and those people seemed to be out of control at any moment, and she really doubted that the law of 'don't do anything to anyone else' could restrain those people......

Outside the door, there was an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman, her face did not have a trace of fierceness, and she was even a little kind, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were full of the breath of a mother, but she was wearing a tight black coat for physical training, and a black leather coat was also draped outside, which did not match the peaceful and harmless expression, and looked very weird.

By the way, their clothes are also different.

Everyone else wears tight clothes that are easy to move, but she is much more casual, no one brings her clothes or asks her what she has to wear......

"Won't you invite me in and sit down?" The middle-aged woman spoke, her voice a little hoarse, but her attitude was kind.

"What are you looking for me?" Ayaka Urabu stared at this face vigilantly, she hadn't seen this woman that day, but it was hard to say if this woman would hurt her.

"You should need someone to tell you about the situation here, and of course, I have something to discuss with you," the middle-aged woman turned her head to look behind her, as if worried about being seen, and continued in a low voice, "We can help each other." ”

Ayaka Urawi hesitated for a moment, but still opened the door and turned sideways to let the woman in.

After the middle-aged woman entered the door, she began to look inside the room again.

Urayu Ayaka closed the door and noticed the woman's strange appearance, and immediately became alert, "Didn't you want to tell me about the situation here?" ”

"You don't seem to know anything," the middle-aged woman retracted her gaze, quickly touched the bottom of the table, and opened the wardrobe to look at the corner and the back of the wardrobe, and only after finding nothing did she breathe a sigh of relief, and found that Urayu Ayaka was far away against the door, wary of her, and explained, "I'm looking for a bug." ”

Urayu Ayaka thought back to the woman's movements, and felt that the woman was indeed looking for something hidden in a hidden place, and then let down her vigilance a little, "Will there be that kind of thing here?" ”

The middle-aged woman closed the wardrobe and sat on the floor with her back to the wardrobe, "Maybe there will be." ”

"Tell me about the situation here." Ayaka Urayu was anxious to confirm her situation.

It seemed to be shrouded in a cold fog everywhere, and she didn't dare to go out of the room, and it was better to have someone to help her understand the situation than to go around alone and encounter danger inexplicably.

"Didn't anyone tell you the rules here when you came?" The middle-aged woman asked suspiciously, "Don't you do it to other people without permission?" Don't run away? ”

Urayu Ayaka sat down against the door far away from the woman, looking a little annoyed, "I said it, but I want to know what this ghost place is all about!" ”

"This was built this year, and I was probably the first person to come here," the middle-aged woman recalled, looking at the tiles on the wall, "and when I came, there wasn't a single crack in this place that would have turned black with blood......

Urayu Ayaka hurriedly looked left and right in the room, for fear that someone had died in the room where she had been nesting for a few days.

The middle-aged woman suddenly smiled, "Don't worry, the room here is sufficient, and the organization probably won't let you move into a room where someone has lived, at least I know that the person who originally lived in the empty room next to you died, and that room has been left until now." ”

Urayu Ayaka still felt hairy in her heart, "She...... How did she die? ”

"It doesn't matter how she died, anyway, she wasn't the first, and she wasn't the only one," the middle-aged woman restrained the smile on her face, and looked down at her hands on her knees, there were some calluses and fine scars on her fingers, all of which were traces left by practicing guns and cold weapons, "It's right for you to be careful, I don't know your situation, but judging by your reaction that day, you probably haven't killed anyone, right?" Like them, I'm a fugitive suspect who has absconded for murder. ”

Urayu Ayaka endured the feeling of collapse, thinking about the pathology of other people, she could probably guess that those people were probably not good people, maybe murderers, she was not surprised by this answer, but she couldn't accept that the woman in front of her was too, "You...... Have you ever killed someone? ”

"I killed my husband, he looks successful and personable on the surface, but he is actually a bastard, and if he drinks too much, he will not only punch and kick me, but also our children," the middle-aged woman tugged at the corner of her mouth slightly, her expression was still peaceful, but her tone was a little more bitter, "Three years ago, the child was only six years old, because he chased and ran to the road, was hit by a passing car, and died like that, what I can't accept the most is that he pestered the car owner to get a compensation, squandered the money for the compensation, and said with a smile' At that time, I felt that it was not enough to leave him or call the police, it was far from enough, I had to let him die......"

Ayaka Urawi's tense nerves relaxed a little, and she felt some sympathy, "And then?" You killed him? ”

"I spent three years exercising my physical fitness, and I also found a place to buy a gun, and I learned how to use a pistol, I suffered silently every time he punched and kicked, and I silently endured the hatred deposited in my heart every day, until I thought I could be foolproof, I attacked, successfully killed him, and disposed of his body little by little," the middle-aged woman laughed, but the smile was not so crazy and happy, but with indescribable melancholy, "The police did not remove him from the corpse, What evidence did I find in the traces around me to prove that I killed the person, they didn't even find the real scene of the crime, the plan I had spent three years preparing was successful, I was afraid of being caught every day, afraid that someone would see my ridiculous methods, and I even thought about turning myself in. ”