In a closed lounge, Ayaka Urano sat in the corner, flipping through a book that recorded the characteristics of various smells, trying to remember it, but her heart could not calm down.
The day she entered here, she was led by a man in black wearing sunglasses and shuttled from room to room, testing her physical fitness data, testing all aspects of knowledge, and testing her ability to distinguish smells.
After that, the man took her to the room on the 9th floor and made a bunch of demands with an expressionless face:
She was asked to complete high school courses within one year, and she was also asked to practice a foreign language to the same level of proficiency as her native language.
She retorted immediately.
Impossible! You know, she didn’t do well in her junior high school classes, and she wasn’t one of those legendary geniuses. How could she possibly do it?
The man didn't care what she said and continued to make demands in his own way.
In addition to those, she also has to memorize the characteristics of various smells and is tested once a week. During the test, she must accurately distinguish at least 90% of the smells.
This is simply making things difficult for her, Ayaka Urano!
While she is required to learn so many courses, she is also required to master so many odor characteristics and distinguish so many kinds of smells. The key is that there is no teacher to teach her, so she can only stare at the book by herself.
She thought about throwing the book into the man's face and walking away, but...she didn't dare.
That day, the man left after explaining everything. She turned around and wanted to leave this hellish place, but she found that she couldn't leave.
It looks like there are 20 floors from the outside, but the interior is connected in twos and only the odd-numbered floors are connected to the elevator and the safe passage to the downstairs.
If she wanted to leave, she could only go to the lobby outside, go up to the 11th floor through the stairs connecting the lobby, and then leave through the 11th floor, but there were guards on the 11th floor and she would not be allowed to pass at all.
She wanted to mess around, so she left a gunshot wound on her arm.
This is just a warning!
Is that what the man said? The next day she found out that the man had not lied to her.
There was a strong-looking woman with a fierce look on her face who tried to rush to the 11th floor, but she died.
When she first arrived here and took over the test, the man asked her if she dared to kill anyone? She answered 'dare'.
At that time, she thought: This must be a very powerful organization. Just like those large societies, she had heard a lot about dealing with traitors and eradicating enemies. In comparison, bad groups were just small troubles.
Being in a strong group, what big deal is killing people? Just like the killers and samurai in movies and TV shows, other than being cool? She couldn't think of any other way to describe it.
But after seeing the dead people the next day? She found that she might not be able to accept it.
The woman who was alive and powerful one second, like a ferocious beast, fell under the muzzle of the gun? She just struggled for a few times and then calmed down? Her face was pale and stiff? Her eyeballs bulged out due to the impact and pressure in the skull? There were bloody holes on her forehead.
Turning over, bright red blood kept pouring out, like a fountain of blood that couldn't stop no matter what, and quickly flowed over the woman's lifeless eyeballs, and then flowed down from the eye sockets along the pale and stiff face.
The originally white and clean floor and walls were stained with the blood that spread under the woman's body. The splatter-like blood stains from the previous bullets? There were also small white dots hidden among the bright reds, which made her stomach churn.
When the strong smell of blood and a hint of burnt skin irritated her nasal cavity and stomach? She really couldn't hold back and vomited. She vomited until the sky was dark and her mind went blank.
What a person looks like after death is too ugly and terrible? The feeling of a living life disappearing in front of you is even more terrifying.
And that day, some of the other five women living on the same floor looked bloodthirsty and excited, some cast playful and mocking glances at her, some looked at her as if she were seeing something new, and some murmured in surprise, 'This
How did the little girl get in?
She was like an alien, and she was indeed an alien. Those people had no fear at all. After she vomited, she had been having nightmares for the past few nights, repeatedly dreaming about the death of the woman, and the strong and choking smell seemed to still remain in her nasal cavity.
The smell of blood in the nose.
She can't accept it!
Sometimes she thought, don't worry about anything, must leave here, even if you die, you have to try, but when she thinks that she will die so ugly, and can no longer see the people she wants to see, she feels that
Trembling, retreating without the courage to resist.
"Boom!"
There was a knock on the door, interrupting Ayaka Urano's thoughts.
Urano Ayaka's eyes, which were filled with fear, gradually regained their expression. I'm afraid even she didn't know how ugly her expression was just now. She put the book aside, annoyed that she was distracted again.
Compared with death, learning does not seem to be such a difficult event to accept.
"Boom!"
The door was knocked twice more.
Ayaka Urano hesitated for a moment, then stood up and opened the door.
Although the women outside are not kind to each other, sometimes they are so crazy that they are not normal, but they are still restrained, abide by the rules of not attacking the people who live with them, and will not trouble her, and the guards do not bother them.
Interested, I have been staying on the 11th floor. As long as they don't run away or make trouble, I won't care about them.
There is no danger in opening the door, but she hasn't gone out in the past few days and has no acquaintances she can talk to.
Who would be looking for her?
After arriving at the door, Urano Ayaka hesitated again, hung up the safety door chain, and opened the door only a crack.
That day, someone kept staring at her with malicious eyes and said in a tone of extreme disgust, "I really want to kill her." Those people seemed to be losing control at any time. She really doubted that the rule of "Don't attack other people privately" could be used.
We can't restrain those people...
Outside the door, stood an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman. There was no hint of ferocity in her face, and she was even a little kind. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes revealed the aura of a mother. She was only wearing a tight-fitting black dress for physical training, and she was also wearing a
He wore a black leather jacket, which did not match the peaceful and harmless expression, and looked very strange.
By the way, their clothes are also different.
While others would wear tight clothing that facilitates movement, she was much more casual. No one brought her clothes, and no one asked her what she must wear...
"Won't you invite me to come in and sit down?" the middle-aged woman said, her voice a little hoarse, but her attitude was full of kindness.
"What do you want from me?" Ayaka Urano stared at this unfamiliar face warily. She had never seen this woman that day, but it was hard to say whether this woman would hurt her.
"You should need someone to talk to you about the situation here. Of course, I also have something to discuss with you." The middle-aged woman turned her head and looked behind her, as if she was worried about being seen, and continued in a low voice, "We can
Help each other."
Ayaka Urano hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and turned sideways to let the woman in.
After the middle-aged woman entered the door, she began to look around the room again.
Ayaka Urano closed the door and noticed something strange about the woman, and immediately became alert, "Don't you want to tell me about the situation here?"
"You don't seem to know anything." The middle-aged woman withdrew her gaze and quickly touched the bottom of the table. She also opened the closet and looked at the corners and the back of the closet. After finding nothing, she breathed a sigh of relief and discovered that Pu Sheng
Caixiang leaned far away from the door, wary of her, and explained, "I'm looking for a bug."
Urano Ayaka recalled the woman's movements and felt that the woman seemed to be looking for something hidden in a hidden place, so she lowered her guard slightly and asked, "Is there such a thing here?"
The middle-aged woman closed the closet and sat on the floor with her back against the closet, "Maybe."
"Tell me about the situation here." Ayaka Urano was eager to confirm her situation.
It seemed that everything here was shrouded in icy fog, and she didn't dare to leave the room. It was better to have someone to help her understand the situation than to wander around alone and encounter danger inexplicably.
"When you came here, no one told you the rules here?" the middle-aged woman asked doubtfully, "You are not allowed to attack other people privately? You are not allowed to run away?"
Urano Ayaka sat down against the door far away from the woman, looking a little annoyed, "I told you, but I want to know what is going on in this ghost place!"
"This place was built this year, and I was probably one of the first people to come here," the middle-aged woman recalled, looking at the tiles on the wall, "When I came, there was no gap in the place that had become black.
bloodstains..."
Ayaka Urano quickly looked around the room, fearing that someone had died in the room where she had been sleeping for a few days.
The middle-aged woman suddenly laughed and said, "Don't worry, there are plenty of rooms here. The organization probably won't let you move into a room that has been occupied by someone. At least that's what I know. The person who originally lived in the empty room next to you died.
That room remains today."
Urano Ayaka still felt terrified, "She... how did she die?"
"It doesn't matter how she died. She was not the first or the only one anyway," the middle-aged woman suppressed the smile on her face and looked down at her hands folded on her knees. There were some calluses and calluses on her fingers.
The tiny scars are all traces left by practicing guns and cold weapons. "You are right to be careful. I don't know your situation, but judging from your reaction that day, you probably haven't killed anyone, right? They and I both
They are all fugitive suspects who committed murder and absconded."
Urano Ayaka suppressed the feeling of collapse. Thinking about the morbidity of other people, she could probably guess that those people were not good people, maybe murderers. She was not surprised by the answer, but she couldn't accept that the woman in front of her was too.
, "You...you have killed someone?"
"I killed my husband. He looked successful and graceful on the surface, but he was actually a bastard. When he drank too much, he would not only punch and kick me, but also our children." The middle-aged woman twitched the corner of her mouth slightly.
His expression was still calm, but his tone was a little more bitter, "Three years ago, that child was only six years old. Because of his pursuit, he ran onto the road and was hit by a passing car. He died like that. What I can't accept the most is
, he pestered the car owner to get a compensation, squandered the compensation money, and said with a smile, "This child's death is still of some value." At that time, I felt that just leaving him or calling the police was not enough, far from enough.
, I must let him die..."
Urano Ayaka's tense nerves relaxed a little, and she felt a little sympathetic, "Then what? Did you kill him?"
"I spent three years exercising my physical fitness. I also found a place to buy a gun and learned how to use a pistol. I suffered silently every time he punched and kicked me. The hatred accumulated in my heart every day was gone.
I silently endured it until I felt everything was safe, then I took action, successfully killed him, and disposed of his body bit by bit." The middle-aged woman laughed, but her smile was not so crazy and happy, but instead
With indescribable melancholy, "The police found no evidence from his body or the traces around it to prove that I killed him. They didn't even find the real crime scene. The plan I spent three years preparing was successful."
Now, I am afraid of being caught every day, afraid that someone powerful will see my ridiculous tricks, and I even thought about surrendering."