Ireland gritted his teeth and looked over, seeing a woman in black wearing a strapless dress.
Under his murderous gaze, the young woman put away the syringe in her hand, raised her hand to straighten the headdress that was messed up by the night wind, and walked towards him unhurriedly.
With Ireland's keenness, he would not have been approached so easily.
But in the recent period, he has been hit so many times by people who fell from the building. All fatal crises came from the top of his head. Even if it was just out of survival instinct, when standing next to the building, Ireland's attention would inevitably be focused on the sky.
, and then ignore the surroundings.
And although the woman in black in front of her is quite fashionably dressed, her appearance and temperament reveal a traditional gentleness. In addition, her exposed body lines are very soft, with no trace of trained muscles at all.
, the whole person seems to be easily knocked down with one hand... It is really difficult for such a weak lady to approach among the crowd, and it is really difficult for someone like Ireland, who can recognize the characteristics of the killer at a glance, to have too much sense of crisis.
Because she doesn't look like a killer at all.
...But what she was doing just now was exactly what a killer would do. Even the action of inserting the needle and then retreating was far more agile than some real killers in the organization.
By the time Ireland realized something was wrong, he had already been tragically tricked.
And something even worse had already happened - the woman in black walked up to him in a business-like manner and reached out to support him.
Her movements looked very gentle, just like those kind juniors who help the elderly walk slowly. But only Ireland, whose consciousness began to blur, knew what kind of terrifying power those delicate hands contained: this woman was not helping the elderly at all.
Instead of helping him walk, he held down his hand that wanted to draw the gun while pulling him back - back to the place where he had just escaped and where the person who fell from the building had planned to fall.
"The love letter I sent before seems to have been crumpled by you." The woman in black suddenly spoke, her voice was low, and her voice had a kind of calmness that had nothing to do with her. But Ireland somehow heard it.
Some condemning implications:
"You know, love letters and gifts are precious thoughts. But on the other hand, if not handled properly... they can sometimes turn into a life-threatening curse."
Ireland's confused brain began to spin with difficulty: "...Love letter? What love letter?"
After a second, he thought of the letter he had received before.
…But isn’t that a letter of war written by Uzo, imitating the love letter from the crime scene?
Wait, the letter is anonymous, so...could it be that the letter was not written by Uzo, but that he asked the woman in front of him to send it on his behalf?
"It seems that there is a little problem with the communication between us." The woman in black smiled in a low voice, "I am overthinking it. In this case, let's follow our previous agreement and see you on the plane tomorrow -
—If you are still alive after tonight, please come to your appointment on time."
As she said that, she pushed Ireland's body gently with her hand.
The effects of the medicine had already taken effect, and Ireland couldn't support his body at all. He stumbled backwards and fell on his back.
He was lying on the ground, looking at the sky with his godless eyes - directly above him, two blurry shadows were falling from the top of the building one after another, like the messenger of death getting closer and closer.
...if you say the same sentence too many times, you often get tired of it.
But at this time, Ireland's heart still inevitably burst into a roar full of murderous intent.
——Uzo, this damn bastard, even if he only has one breath left, he will definitely kill him!
…
A tall man suddenly collapsed on the street. People around him quickly noticed the abnormality.
An enthusiastic passerby approached and asked cautiously: "Hey, are you okay?"
Ireland wanted to raise his finger to the sky and ask the group of people to quickly move him away from the place where the fallen person fell. But unfortunately, this action failed to be transformed into action in the end. He stared with a pair of murderous eyes, unwilling to do so.
Lost consciousness.
…
The second floor of the production building.
Subaru Okiya hid quietly behind the window, half of his eyes exposed through the gap in the curtains, and watched this scene with uncontrollable shock.
Okiya Subaru: "..." Although I have long known that Ireland will die at the hands of Uzo sooner or later, why did Uzo use such a direct method to poison him in the street? This is not in line with this conspiracy... It is not in line with this great script.
What a consistent behavior at home!
... Could it be that Ireland did something that was intolerable to Uzo, causing his boss to lose interest in playing with him and directly take action?
Or...or is this itself another script by Uzuo, a high-end living stage play called "Secretary Uzuo's unauthorized vendetta against other cadres"?
Thinking of the woman in black who just attacked Ireland, Subaru Okiya's face twitched slightly, and he felt a burst of pain: "..." Miss Misa——!! You are such a loyal secretary, how did you provoke Uzo? He actually let you
Come out and do this kind of thing.
Subaru Okiya raised his hand and wiped his face. After all, it was because he had different feelings towards this colleague who had saved him several times:
"Calm down, anyway, the matter has not reached an irreversible point. As long as Miss Misa is not photographed, she may not be silenced by the organization.
"As for whether the murder of other cadres is serious or not, this matter Uzo...Uzuo-sama should be able to handle it. So for Miss Misa who was thrown on the stage, as long as she escapes now, she probably still has a way to survive. The best escape route
Is it... hmm?"
Okiya Subaru was suddenly startled.
He looked at the gradually gathering crowd below and was stunned for a moment: ...where is Miss Misa?
How come it disappeared in the blink of an eye?
Okiya Subaru quickly searched for the people downstairs with his eyes. However, even with his observation skills and the convenient overlooking perspective, he could not find where the woman in black had gone.
At this time, the confused voice of an enthusiastic passerby floated downstairs: "Heartbeat, breathing, blood oxygen, etc. are all normal, and he doesn't even smell of alcohol... I don't know why this gentleman suddenly fell to the ground. Maybe he was just too tired."
Now, do you want to sleep at the door?"
The crowd was also a little strange, and they were all talking about ideas.
The tips of Subaru Okiya's ears twitched slightly. Hearing this information about Ireland, he couldn't believe it: "..." Not dead?
He paused briefly.
After a while, he finally came back to his senses: "..." Maybe this is not a killer move against Miss Misa, but just another show by Uzo, and Miss Misa is like the most central staff member in front of and behind the scenes.
, one master and one servant cooperate with each other tacitly, and there is no need for a layman who has just joined the team to worry.
Okiya Subaru shrank back to his original position and hid silently.
At the same time, thinking of what happened just now, a question popped up in his mind: If it wasn't for killing people, then why did Uzo let Ireland lie dead in the street?
Although he felt very wrong in his heart, at this time, Okiya Subaru discovered in despair: after knowing that he would not be involved in the case in a short time, he actually started to be curious about Uzo's drama.