I was sitting there at the moment, with my head drooping between my hands. But... I sighed.
"Before you die, I have been observing you for a long time."
I looked up. "what?"
"From the moment you decide to commit suicide, I can feel the halo of death around you. The shadow of Garoville's lost eyes suddenly seems to be more intentional towards him. This is how it works. When the soul is directly affected When threatened, I feel death. If you are going to be hit by a bus, I will not feel your death until you walk in front of that thing. This situation is really bad. But for someone like you , Those who want to commit suicide, when the decision is done in your mind, I feel death."
I blinked, "Then, you must be..."
"Yes, I waited for almost seven months. That's how long it took you to do it. Garroville shrugged. You are not the longest I have seen, but you are definitely long enough. I I will come to see you from time to time, maybe two or three times a week. In the end, I start to wonder why you are dragging things so hard and why you don't get things done directly, and then I want to understand."
My gaze returned to the floor, and then my eyes closed.
"I have seen you many times in the past few weeks. At this time, I noticed that you are always alone. Galloville paused. You almost never talk to people around you, maybe because you meet in communication. When it comes to trouble, even here, in your own house, you are very distant from your parents. I have never seen you say a few words to them at once."
I squinted hard and felt the sudden tension behind my eyes, trying to keep it away.
"You waited so long to commit suicide because you were waiting for someone to stop you, didn't you?"
I covered my eyes with my hands, as if trying to hide myself in vain. But no one...
"No, no one knows."
Tears are now full of tears, streaming down my face.
"Then, after you died, when I asked you if you needed my help, you agreed. This is the confirmation I need. Because like I said, if you really want to die, you won’t agree. I am."
I tried to say something else, not sure what it was, but found it too difficult to form a language.
"So now you have another chance. This time, you will try to help me, just like I will try to help you."
I sneaked out of the house, which I had never done before, and I am not sure if I want to do it again. My room is on the second floor, so I jumped out of the window, folded two legs, and was seriously injured.
Galloville laughed, immediately apologized for the laugh, and repaired me. I asked Garroville why he still felt the pain. Death explained that the pain is still useful, letting you know which parts are working and which ones are not.
"Are you really sure?" I muttered to myself in the cool night air.
"What do you mean? Of course I am sure."
"But how can I stop a serial killer? You won't... let me... kill that guy, right?"
"Oh, no. This may become a mess. The serial killer is important to the authorities, but I have been observing that person. In this case, Jǐng may need help. As long as someone points them out correctly The direction, that's it."
"Point out what?"
"An anonymous call."
"Is this really useful?"
"We just need to give them an excuse to let them go to his apartment when it is particularly inconvenient for him, and the rest should follow."
We walked in the dark for a long time, leaving the humility of the downtown area to the downtown towers. I don’t know what time it is now, but judging from the fog between the buildings, I guess it’s too late and I can think about it in advance. However, the aerial tram did not stop, carrying noisy passengers on the suspended rails, and loud music in the distance made up for the gap that had not yet been filled.
People on the sidewalk and the street dismissed each other's jokes, or stumbled out in the nightclub, or slept on the benches in front of Nancy's Bar.
I want to know what I would do if a stranger came to me and started talking. Just like in every movie, a young man’s life ends in a strange community late at night. The more I think about it, the more I feel there is nothing to be afraid of. Of it. In fact, I almost want a creepy drunk to hang out and start a conversation so I can see what happens. I think it is inevitable that there will be some surprising things, for example, if they become a little too friendly because they are drunk, then they become very interesting and completely harmless. If they try to kidnap and murder themselves, then. This is surprising to them.
Here, Galloville awakened me from wonder. Death was drifting near the phone booth. I walked in and said, "Look at the top."
I looked at the place where the god of death pointed, and saw the balcony of a high-end apartment building on the fourth floor. A man stood there, smoking a cigarette in front of a lamp in front of the window. Even at such a distance, you can still see that this person is well dressed, wearing a deep suit and an unsolved tie.
"it's him?"
"Yes."
I looked at the phone in front of me. The next step is obvious, but hesitated. but if... ...
"Um?"
"If I report Jǐng... they come... What if that guy kills one of them?"
Garroville glanced at me, "If you want to know why I didn't let you go, it's because this is your first attempt, and I don't want to give you anything beyond your ability."
"But... if someone has to risk their lives... then it should be me... isn't it?"
Grim Reaper didn't respond.
"I mean, because I can't die, right? He can't kill me? And... Because I've wasted my life, so... I won't even take any risks? "
"Are you saying you want to deal with him yourself?"
"I... uh, yes."
Galloville tilted his head. "You are surprisingly bold. I thought you would prefer to be slower."
I just don't want anyone to be killed.
If this is the case, then you better hurry up.
My face is stiff. What? why
Okay, do you know that the plan I'm talking about is for Jǐngcha to visit him when it is inconvenient? He killed them by fucking them and taking them back to his apartment, so his goal was to make them appear in the middle.
What?! I looked back at the balcony, but the man was no longer there. I quickly grabbed the phone and called Jǐng Cha.
Are you calling now? But you just said...
Hello?! I yelled into the receiver. There is a guy in my building who wants to kill someone! He has a gun—
He used a knife.
I mean, a knife, and ah--I heard him threaten someone’s life outside the apartment
Where is your position
Ah—Garoville gave me the address of the building, and then I passed it on to the operator.
Please don't hang up, sir.
sorry, I can not! Come here! Hung up the phone and ran across the street. I broke into the entrance, and a security guard hurriedly stopped the way, but I took a big step first. A matter of life and death!
I jumped up the first staircase and stopped on the fourth floor. A pair of corridors waited for my choice, so I could only follow Garoville's instructions to the murderer's door.
I knocked hard on the door. Hello?! Please open the door, sir! There is a gas leak, we need to evacuate the building!
no answer.
Galloville walked in boldly, and the assassin hid her in the bathroom.
I stepped back and started kicking the door. Please, sir! I know you are inside! This is very important! The door does not move. This could also be a wall.
He is going to cut her throat.
Do not!
What the hell is going on?! A voice came from the bathroom, and when the man came out and saw me, he was shocked in the face with horror, and he retreated back to the living room. What the fuck are you?!
I was confused because I couldn't see my skin corroding by itself, exposing the dry and bloodless muscles on my face. I can't see my hair turning into ghostly white, or the bloodshot eyes outlined in the dead black. I continued to walk forward, not intimidated by the knife thrown into the chest by the murderer. I grabbed the man's throat and slowly grabbed his hand. I can hardly believe how weak this person's struggle was. I easily pressed him against the wall and strangled that person until he lost consciousness.
I looked at his hand for a while, both frightened and frightened, and found a bundle of rope beside the bed, which may have been used on the victim earlier. I wrapped it around the murderer, and then tied the three knots tightly together.
Then I saw the woman in the bathroom. She is still alive, even conscious. When she saw him, she tried to scream and break free, but her restraint put her in perfect condition. Obviously, she had been beaten and had very shallow wounds on her arms, face and stomach.
I walked towards her, then stopped and thought about it. Sorry, I told her. I will loosen it for you, but you should stay and explain... Uh, explain to Jǐngcha what the killer wants to do to you. Otherwise, you know that assassin can escape punishment, and then, yes...
She just stared at me with wide eyes.
Oh! But don’t worry! Jǐngcha will be there anytime. He has lost consciousness now. I tied him up just in case. So you are safe now. I should I should leave.
Some onlookers gathered outside. One of them was a security guard, but I just squeezed past them and kept running until I couldn't see the apartment building. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)