The middle-aged woman's eyes were filled with sadness as she continued, "Becoming a murderer is the price for my cowardice and hesitation that killed my daughter. But when I think of our daughter's words of comfort to me before she died, I can't muster up the courage." When she went to surrender, she reached out to me in a pool of blood that day and said, 'Mom, I don't feel any pain, please stop crying. It doesn't matter if I die, just take good care of Dudu for me. It doesn't matter if Dudu dies, you have to take good care of me. Live and raise lots and lots of Dudu, it would be great if I could be like Dudu...'."
Dudu is a prickly pear that her daughter has been raising for a year. The child doesn’t know why, but when she sees a prickly pear when she passes by, she can’t move her feet and insists on getting one.
What my daughter didn't finish saying that day was probably...if she could be covered in thorns like Dudu, no one would hit her casually.
In the past three years, in addition to exercising herself, she also raised a lot of cactus, which she placed around Dudu's flowerpot, like guards with swords, protecting her daughter's beloved Dudu. .
When she decided to flee Tokyo and escape the police investigation, she only took Dudu with her and gave away the other cactus that she had cared for for three years. She would just protect Dudu from now on.
She raised a lot of cactus, and she couldn't give them away to acquaintances. She didn't want them to be picked up by people who didn't care about them, so she gave them away for free on the street.
It was last winter. She set up a free stall at the street corner near her home. Occasionally, a little girl who liked cactus like her daughter would stop. Occasionally, two or three children who came together would cautiously call her aunt. Asked her if she could give them a pot, she agreed with a smile, just like she taught her daughter? Teach them how to take care of the cactus.
One child pointed out a mistake to her? She also smiled and admitted that she was wrong.
It was really nice to have those kids taking care of the cactus.
In the evening of that day, she still had five pots of prickly pear that she had not given away. Two elderly people were asking her if they could receive a pot of prickly pear. One was wearing a black wide-brimmed hat, a dark gray scarf covering his face, and a dull brown suit. That's when the woman in black dress arrived in front of her.
After the two old men took the cactus and left, the woman was still standing in front of the stall.
"Don't you have anything you like?" she asked.
"I want the pot you left more. It was left by your daughter, right? You are such a good mother..." The woman's face was blocked by the scarf and hat, which made her unable to see clearly her expression and appearance. Her tone was calm, What he said hit her right where it hurt, "Isn't that right? You're not? Otherwise you wouldn't have let your child die."
She didn't know what her expression was at that time. Thinking about it now, she must have been stunned and dumbfounded.
"I know your daughter, she is a good child." The woman stretched out her black leather-gloved hand and picked up a pot of cactus, as if admiring it carefully. "She was watering her cactus in the park, and I followed her. I said, it would be great if she could be like Dudu, so that she could protect her mother, and give her a sharp thorn like a cactus, but she has to work for us."
Her mind went blank, and the little hand that her daughter stretched out to her before she died seemed to appear before her eyes again. She always thought that her daughter wanted to be like a cactus to avoid being beaten, but she never thought that her daughter was trying to protect herself.
"She promised me that as long as I can give her a sharp thorn, she is willing to follow our arrangements and work for us. No matter what we ask her to do, her eyes are extremely determined. It is so sad to have an incompetent and cowardly mother. ," the woman continued to speak, her tone still unchanged, as calm and calm as ever, "It's a pity that she passed away. I also deeply regret the accident that year."
"Who are you?" She felt unbelievable, lowered her voice, and continued to ask, "How do you know my daughter? What do you want her to do?"
Her daughter was only six years old when she died, so what could she do? Since there is nothing that can be gained from a six-year-old girl, the only way the other party can negotiate terms with her daughter is to ask for her daughter's future.
"No matter what you ask her to do, it's better than death," the woman continued, "And now is not the time for you to be surprised. Your original alibi technique was excellent, and you were calm enough to handle the body afterwards, even though you met a powerful detective. , your little plans are also vulnerable, but it is no problem to hide it from the police and most people. It is indeed not easy, but your unusual behavior of giving away cactus this time is really stupid. Seeing the person sitting in front of the coffee shop Are there two men? They are watching you. If you leave quietly, you may be able to run away without the police being alert, but after you give away the cactus that you have taken good care of for many years, they will suspect you. If you want to abscond or leave, go to the public toilet on the roadside in front in ten minutes, go out through the back window, and get into the black car parked there with the back door open. The police will not catch you. Of course, There are conditions for helping you escape from the pursuit. From now on, you must give up the light, become a cactus living in the darkness, and do things for us..."
She was confused at the time and tried her best to calm her mind and let herself think carefully.
Before the woman left, she suddenly paused and left a sentence:
"If you don't want to, there's no need to go there. If we haven't met, the police will never know what we said."
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"I don't know if she was warning or hinting at something. I chose to accept her or their help and took the car to get here." The middle-aged woman leaned against the closet, with the same calm attitude as the woman she mentioned, "Then receive more rigorous and standard training, like training to train killers."
"Where are the others here?" Urano Ayaka asked.
"If you want to hear stories from other people, then don't do it. Some of them kill people just because they think it's fun." The middle-aged woman stared at her tightly knitted fingers. "As for training, others will follow I am the same, with the exception of you. You have not been to the training ground. Of course, it may be because the training ground was closed a few days ago."
Ayaka Urano felt that the woman's words seemed to have a thorn in them. Judging from the woman's description, women should not have been like this before. That was probably the change after arriving in this place. She did not lose her temper and asked softly, "The training ground." ?Is it in this building?”
"The 10th floor here is our residence, and our guards are on the 11th floor. A group of men who are also trained live on the 16th floor. Their guards are on the 17th floor. The 12th to 15th floors in the middle are the training places, which are open to the public. When we are here, we occasionally meet those people, and we occasionally train together. But you don’t have to worry about those people running away. The supervision here is very strict,” the woman said quietly, “Only the day before you come here, the training Everything has been terminated, and I have been asked to stay on the original floor for the past few days and not to run around."
"So, what about downstairs?" Urano Ayaka recalled, "The place where physical fitness is tested is on the floor connected to the 8th and 9th floors. The first floor is the lobby. What are the 2nd to 7th floors in between?"
"I don't know. When I came here, I was told that I couldn't go below the 8th floor." The middle-aged woman's eyes flashed, "You don't want to escape, do you? Stop dreaming."
"Why?" Ayaka Urumo said unwillingly, "There is no one guarding the first floor. As long as you can take the elevator and reach the first floor, you can leave the building and hide in a dark corner of the factory..."
"On the 18th floor, there are people monitoring the entire factory. Even if you can escape from the building, you cannot leave the factory. Those who run down without permission will either be caught or disappear. Maybe He died, or was sent to a laboratory."
"Laboratory?" Ayaka Urumo was puzzled.
"The organization seems to have some mad scientists. Anyone sent there will be treated as test subjects for drug testing," the woman explained. "People who fail the test every time will also be sent to the laboratory. The woman who died that day understood She cannot pass the next test and wants to desperately try to escape from here. Of course, it may be that she feels death is easier to accept."
Urano Ayaka felt furious and frowned, "Then...what's going on with the organization?"
"I don't know." The woman's intertwined fingers were rubbing each other, and she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface. "I haven't seen that woman since I got here. The people guarding her are just watching and won't answer any of our questions. "
"I haven't seen the person who sent me here since." Seeing that the woman's expression didn't look like she was lying, Ayaka Urano sighed and cheered up, "Why are you telling me this? Or, do you want to What can I do for you?"
"I originally planned to go home and take Dudu with me after delivering the cactus, but I got here on the way and couldn't go home, and I didn't take Dudu with me." The middle-aged woman frowned, looking a little anxious, and was silent for a while. , "Actually... I have a way to leave here. I have observed the patrol patterns of the watchers, which can allow you to leave here and avoid the surveillance of those on the top of the building. I just hope that after you leave, you can go to me I found Dudu at home, help me take good care of it."
"Why don't you leave?" Ayaka Urano was still a little wary.
"If you want to leave here, you must be covered by someone," the middle-aged woman lowered her head, her voice weak, "And I am a murderer. Even if I leave here, where can I go? I will not force you to leave. After all... if If you get caught, the end will not be good..."
There is a hollow section at the foot of the bed between the two. A bug inside flashes a red indicator light, transmitting the complete conversation between the two to the monitoring room on the fifth floor.
Chi Feichi sat behind a table covered with monitors, listening to the silence from the loudspeaker. He was not in a hurry, closed a document he had just read, turned to ask Gin and Vodka sitting on the sofa nearby, " Do you want to take a look?"
After Gin took the file, he threw it to Vodka, "No, I've seen that woman's information."
Vodka took the folder and opened it without forgetting the man in black who was standing quietly beside him. He said in a playful tone, "I said, if a loophole is found by a woman who has been trained for less than half a year, is your level of supervision necessary?" Strengthened?"
The man in black, who was the person in charge here, sweated and said, "But that woman Sakata...she...she..."
"Hmph!" Gin snorted coldly, took out a cigarette and lit it, "That woman is not simple to begin with!"
