Grey room.

The thin woman smiled and walked to the drawer beside the bed, gentle and virtuous beyond recognition.

As the drawer opened, heavy, covered with a thick layer of ash, escaped the cabinet. The man looked at it with great difficulty, and there was a look of envy in his eyes, jealous of the scattered dust.

At this moment, the envy of the dust flashed in his eyes, quietly telling his humility at the moment.

The sleeping dream was still woken up, and it was time to hand over that thing.

The drawer was opened, and it was empty, as if the heaviness of opening it was fake, at least from the strength with which the woman opened it, the empty wooden drawer did not deceive the human eye.

In the man's eyes, it seemed to be a sigh of relief.

A strange room at the moment, a dangerous woman, an empty drawer, a ...... Someone who could die.

Man: "Hey, where is my daughter." ”

Mom: "Want to know?" I'll tell you a question to answer me. ”

Mom: "Do you like spoons?" ”

Man: "Spoon...... Child. ”

The man closed his eyes, his mother turned her back to him, and her hands were drawing something in the drawer.

It was the dust in the drawer with the number "9" that playfully made way for the fingers, and the numbers written on the drawer stood out.

Mom pulled out the board in the drawer, but she didn't expect that this drawer also had a mezzanine. Wrapped in a piece of cloth underneath, a small ceramic teaspoon with a handle thinner than chopsticks is painted with a small black dog's head, and under the dog's head is a pair of hands, the backs of which are joined together.

Mom: "Remember this?" His Holiness the Pope. ”

Man: "You ......"

Mom: "Do you like spoons?" I think you used to love it, and you liked to call it a teaspoon, do you think it likes to call it that now? ”

Man: "No......"

Mom: "Oh? You get the idea? His Holiness the Pope. Do you think spoons will be happy? ”

Mom walked to the bed again, gently straightened the corners of her skirt, knelt down, blindfolded the man with her left hand, and held the spoon tightly with her right hand, the man seemed to want to say something, but the green tendons of Mom's right hand became clear, and the spoon was heavily inserted into the man's Adam's apple.

"Ahh You! ”

The man's heart suddenly jumped heavily, his head was covered, and when he reacted and felt a tingling sensation, the bright red liquid was squeezed out by the wound on his neck, and the blood came out more and more, flowing on the sheets. When the spoon is pierced into the neck, it is accompanied by a little pain, and the blood is lost drop by drop.

The man twitched slightly, as if he felt the pain of ten fingers connecting his heart.

Colic, overflowing, the whole body began to become cold, bursting with cold sweat.

Men can still speak.

"Luck...... Sachiko, I'm ......"

The man's breathing slowed down, but his heart was beating hard, and his heart was desperately pumping blood outward, as if it was like this foreign object, desperately wanting his life, and it was abandoned inside and out.

Mom spun the spoon into her Adam's apple with her heart.

"Don't ......"

What else can be done to die?

The man finally chose, struggling.

Bound, unable to speak, his pulse getting weaker and weaker, he seemed to be unable to do anything at the last moment of his life.

The man's eyes darkened, and he closed his eyes as if he was dead.

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How did she know the way to kill me.

Me: "What method is needed to kill me?" ”

？ "Do you really think you're human?" ”

Your Excellency, you are confused.

？ "It's the four mornings in the field that have made you like this." ”

Me: "Sichenjun." ”

？ "You shouldn't have met him. ”

Me: "I should have died a long time ago, the rest of my life was terrible." ”

？ "Soon, soon it's over. ”

Me: "Yes, liberation, and the history of the Cult is over. ”

Goodbye, Your Holiness Pope.

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Her mother's name is Sachiko, and as for her surname, it is estimated that only the man knows.

Mom looked at the dead man.

"You didn't think you'd die here, Hayashi Eiji."

"I don't think you're going to die, you wicked man."

"Only a fatal wound from an attack will kill, and your fatal wound is the Adam's apple."

"It's good that you've forgotten who you are, otherwise I would have ......"

Mom put down her hand, leaned on the edge of the bed, and cried, looking sad and happy, and a lot more relaxed.

It's like a woman crying for her dead husband, and no one knows who killed him, and no one knows what the woman is crying for.