black hypothesis

"Most killers come out at night."

"Well, even if the city is noisy like that, most people still maintain their previous living habits. They should sleep at night."

"So in theory, I should have fallen asleep~"

"Actually, the puppet's trick is not bad, but if it is a top killer, you can recognize it at a glance."

"Your attire... Are you the god of death? The one in the legend?"

"It's a great honor, Miss Death."

I was sitting on a chair with something cold and creepy against my neck.Even though I don't know what it is, my body's reaction has already answered me first.It was a dagger, because only a sharp weapon would make people so instinctively afraid—in terms of texture alone, it really looked like the teeth of a beast.

My back is facing the terrace, my bed is on the left and the beautiful LCD TV is on the right.Although I can't watch it.

A puppet was lying crookedly on the bed, its height and sleeping position were similar to mine, but it was obviously ignored, so the person sitting here is me now.I smiled slightly: "I really didn't expect that you would come in from the balcony, it's so surprising."

Miss Death remained silent.I lowered my eyes and didn't feel too panicked, because I did it on purpose.

"I remember that Reaper has good door opening skills, so he seldom climbs walls." I shrugged, "It's such a pity, the traps I set up are useless."

She still didn't make a sound, it almost made me suspect that I was talking to the air.I hate this, so I'll just keep talking and see if I can get her to talk.

"You must be wondering why I don't feel scared." I said softly, "Because this has been going on for a long time. Your dagger is on my neck, you are going to kill me, and I am still threatening You, just talking about this, I feel like a crazy person."

She finally spoke, "Long?"

Her voice is hoarse, but with an inexplicable sexy, maybe because she is too mysterious, until this moment I have not been able to see her appearance.

"Well, it's been a long time." I said regretfully, "So, kill me, God of Death?"

The last title fell from the tip of my tongue. This name, which represents the blood debt, was almost called a pet name by me.I chuckled, not knowing if I was laughing at myself.Reaper seemed to hesitate only for a moment, but that moment was enough for me to press the button in my hand.

With a thud, as if by magic, the dagger slipped from my shoulder, but I caught it faster.

It's just the most intuitive change.I grabbed the dagger and stood up, seeing that Miss Death had fallen to the ground.She has long hair, tied in two braids and then tied up, and is dressed in black that blends into the night.In comparison, I was probably a bit scruffy, with only one pajamas set and my hair was a mess.

She has a harmless face, with a full forehead, smooth profile, closed eyes, not too high, and she can be mistaken for a student as long as she changes a set of clothes.There is no makeup on her face.I stood there with the dagger in my own hand.

I don't approach her.

"Well, so it's really you who killed, not me?" I asked, then smiled, "I'm sorry, there have been too few people here recently, and I was watching an opera, so I may be a little dramatic when I talk."

I put one hand on the chair and barely made a sound: "So I don't think the killer is necessarily the only one who can survive. At least, in my eyes, there is no difference."

She didn't even open her eyes.

I couldn't help but sigh, how can I be so bearable.

"Actually, the mechanism is not that simple, especially for a target like me who only has a house to protect itself." What a joke. "I also thought about using a sack to cover it from top to bottom, and then Miss Death is in my bag. As for other miscellaneous things, I haven't thought about it."

I shrugged, "But in the end I chose the most convenient way."

Her eyelashes seemed to move.Her feet were facing my bed, one hand still clutching the leg of the chair.

I pointed to the head of the bed, there was nothing there, at most there was a vase.

"The needle will shoot out of there," I said, feeling like I should be more ruthless than death, "and then you'll probably know what's painted on it."

I have heard the name of Death.

She is the top of all killers.Generally speaking, the top people in various industries have one characteristic: they are especially able to endure.If it was an ordinary person, seeing me as a lunatic, I'm afraid I would have run away long ago.But she didn't.

I smiled slightly and looked at the girl on the ground.

"So stop pretending to be asleep, Miss Death." I narrowed my eyes. "I know you're awake. It's no fun."

Just when I thought I had no response and was about to lock him up, a very strange voice came.

……on the ground.

"You want meaning?" she asked.

"say to me.

She removed the needle from her neck—damn it, it was just right.The next moment, she got up and rushed over at a speed that other people couldn't react to.However, I am faster than her.

The dagger that was originally in her hand has now turned against her neck.The situation was reversed, and she was pushed against the wall, her face expressionless, her eyes dark. "So it turns out that people who give up their weapons are basically idiots."

Compared to this, I think it's more important that I finally saw her face, and I basically didn't look at it carefully just now—I didn't have this chance.

She said, "...let me go."

I shook my head: "No. I'm just an innocent person. I'm unarmed and have no ability to resist. Once I let you go, I'm going to die."

This is of course not the case.

This is my house, even if the premise is that I haven't set any traps, the last trick is only that button.She is still not familiar with the layout of the house and where I might be hiding.So it's hard for her to escape.There are many redundant things in the house, but this is probably the only function it has when I am running away.

I'm not tired yet, the game is not over yet.

She laughed, even the smile was so cold, "Are you unarmed?" she mocked.

If the environment didn't allow it, I would really like to salute this young lady.I said, "It's just a joke, don't take it too seriously."

"Let go," she said coldly, unfortunately she didn't appreciate it.

I squinted at her, "So your second line is: Otherwise I'll let you die a miserable death?"

No one has ever said that the murdered will be captured without a fight.

Miss Death did not speak.She probably won't say superfluous words.Then the next moment, when she spoke, her hand had already hit my shoulder: "Yes, you will die."

"How to die?"

"Killed."

"Well, not necessarily, maybe I can die of old age, then it won't be at your hands."

"Without me, there would be others."

In just a few words, I have already started fighting with her.At first she seemed to want to grab the dagger, but after I threw the weapon out of the window, it was just pinch and pinch.By the time she finished talking about others, I had already clasped her life, and a rope was wrapped around her wrist.

Her wrists are slender and nimble, but I'm faster than hers.

"Ropes work better than handcuffs," I said. "Handcuffs are rigid."

It's like a protest statement, but I didn't mean it.Because the action was too fast just now, I panted slightly, but seeing sweat on her forehead, I felt that I had won.She didn't answer, but kicked up when she too was panting.

"...Wait! Wait! Bullying me is slow to respond, right QAQ!"

So she was just waiting for herself to recover, right?

For this kind of person, blindfolding is useless, I immediately fled, and then shut the door: "You, calm down... I can't breathe..."

She did not speak.

I guess she can't untie the knots. The plasticity of the knots is much higher than the handcuffs made by Uniform. At least people who have been arrested several times can learn to untie the handcuffs, but they can't change the world. Learn all the knots on it. ——So the one who caught people with handcuffs is really hot...

In the long corridor, I was alone.She's on the other side of the door, and I know it.

I laughed because I enjoyed the feeling.

"Why don't you come over?"

"...you locked the door."

Most importantly, she has been chained up like this.I said: "Then you promise me to sit on the chair obediently, then I will let you come over."

That's a ridiculous remark, especially for someone like the killer.

It's me she's going to kill.I know.

But I don't feel scared.Why?

As a result, there is no sound.There was no sound at all.At first I thought it was her cheating, then I heard the sound of falling to the ground with a slap.At this moment, she is almost like a normal person.I didn't ask, and I didn't open the door. Both she and I were so used to lying that we couldn't even tell the difference between truth and lies.So, that's all.

Finally I reacted.

She is not a non-human creature. From the beginning of her life when the anesthesia needle was inserted into her neck, she was not far from being caught with nothing.The reason why she has persisted for so long... She must have been in this industry for so long must have some abilities that are different from ordinary people.And now, she finally lost her strength and passed out.

I chuckled.

A killer with extraordinary abilities broke into a room, but was so tormented by her target that she couldn't resist.This kind of plot is not common for ordinary people, but it is the complete opposite for me.

I open the door.Sure enough, she fell there. There is still a difference between a real coma and a faking, such as the subtle movements of the limbs and the speed of breathing-ordinary people rarely have the opportunity to see others faint, but I have seen it many times.So, it's different.

When she was sitting on the chair with her hands and feet bound and I pushed her out, she seemed to wake up.

I said, "I thought you'd wake up a little later."

She answered irrelevantly: "You are amazing."

I smiled, "Relying on the mechanism? If we were in the wild, you could easily kill me."

"But not now." Her answer was succinct.

So all this is meaningless.It is she who is bound hands and feet now, not me.

We were silent for a while, and I pushed her around to the living room.In the dark corridor and the dark living room, a bottle of roses is placed on the coffee table, and the flowers bloom enchantingly.I said, "The roses are so pretty."

"...Hmm." After a while, she replied like this.

I smiled, and even I felt bitter: "Shouldn't a killer be omnipotent? Why can't you chat with people at all?"

"Most of the time, they don't talk," she said.

"...Forget it, it's fine," I finally said, "as long as I can talk, I don't mind."

We went around another corridor, which I remember had a small room at the end.She seemed to have noticed other details: "Your voice is very strange."

"That's because I haven't talked to anyone for a long time."

"why?"

"If no one comes to kill me, how can I find someone to chat with?"

It's a bad statement, but it's true.

The killer didn't say another word.I still feel sad, but once you collect enough sads, you can pack them up, put them in another room, and pretend they don't exist.At least, that's how I've always done it.

Just then we came to the door of a small room.The wooden door was unremarkable, and the door handle seemed to be able to be opened at once.I said, "Here we are."

She was puzzled: "...arrived?"

I nodded, "Most killers die here."

I parked the wheelchair aside and went to open the door myself.Then, the room opened up again.She looked at everything in the door quietly, and seemed to have no reaction.I said, "Have you heard the story of Blue Beard? He killed each of his wives and locked them in a room with a little golden key. If the new wife goes in and takes a look, she dies."

The story is terrible.

Because when the secret is there, no one will not see it.This is to punish those humans who are naturally curious.

I whispered: "There are many killers who came to kill me. Then, they are all here."

All the killers who came to kill me ended up dead.

She understood: "Including me?"

"Not necessarily," I shook my head, "My unwritten rule is...well, I'll stop talking about it. In short, as long as you meet a certain condition, you can survive."

I close the door and lock it.Unlike Bluebeard, I never lock it.Because in this house, no second person will open this door.

Miss Death didn't speak, and we left the small room.I don't know if she guessed my condition, but I guess she still has a little feeling.I pushed the wheelchair to a place and sat on the sofa by myself.There was no light on.

There is no moonlight tonight, and even starlight has become a luxury.

"It's really not a good day."

"Why don't you just say the weather is bad?"

In this living room, you can basically see clearly.Because of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, time will always fall in from there in the middle of the night, illuminating the entire living room, including the small table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, roses on the table, beautiful paintings, and a large wine-red carpet.I know it's burgundy, but at the moment it's just a big dark shade.

"Because I want to say a few more words."

We chatted on and off.She was originally a killer, the one who came to kill me, but at this moment she was caught without a fight, so she had no choice but to talk like this.For some reason, she seemed to be friendlier than the other killers, and she was less murderous and hostile.Perhaps, the number one killer is still a little different.

So my past has been completely exposed—for example, I am the daughter of a rich businessman, I have almost no friends, and the only people I chat with are those who came to kill me.

She is just one of them.

We talked a lot.

Including the method of killing, the setting of traps, the terrain of this house, and my neighbors around me.She is a very ordinary killer - the only special thing is that the first murderer she knew was her father.She didn't say her name, and neither did I.

But we all know that our story has made other people tired of hearing it.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as I can still find her to tell stories with me. — I'm a little tired of talking too, but that's pretty much all I can say.

It was finally dawn.The fluorescent digital clock jumped to five o'clock, and the sky began to brighten.We're high up in the mountains, so it's predictable that the sun will be rising soon.I said, "Okay, that's about it."

almost.

She didn't speak.Her expression was calm, and she couldn't tell if it was regret or anything else.

"It's useless even if you don't speak, I know you know." I chuckled, rubbing the fluffy cushions on the sofa: "You can't just wait here forever."

She nodded, "But it's not enough."

"...I think enough is enough," I lowered my head, knowing that my expression must be ugly now. "Before this, no one had ever chatted with me for so long."

All night.A luxury I couldn't ask for.

"Always?"

"Always."

No killer has ever been willing to chat with me for so long. They either didn't have a chance to let me say this in the first place, or they sneaked up in the middle of the chat.I just killed them. No killer has ever been willing to be patient and chat with me until dawn.

It's not that I don't feel sorry, "If I had met you in the first place, then I wouldn't have to kill so many people."

"……Excuse."

"Well, it's an excuse."

She suddenly laughed, and when she laughed, her drooping braids swayed, like an innocent student, if she didn't get rid of her black clothes.Smiling and laughing, there seemed to be tears in her eyes.But her hands were tied to death, unable to wipe her tears.

So I said, "I'll untie it for you."

"No," she said immediately.

I was almost laughed out of anger: "You are angry."

Then I untied all the knots and handed her dagger back leisurely. "So, kill me." I said bluntly, as if my life was not my own.

She didn't speak at the end either.He collected his expression, stood up solemnly, and walked towards me.She stood there, taller than me and stronger than me.She said softly, "I'm fast."

"Don't worry, I won't chase you down. I was the one who was killed from the beginning."

It was only a few hours apart, and I would not have forgotten it.

She pressed against the sofa, and I could see the young girl's face when I looked up.The backlight prevented me from seeing her expression clearly, but I could see the cold light on the dagger.

No, it's different.

Because if I was killed in the first place, I wouldn't even be able to see what she looked like.

I said, "Thank you."

Finally, when everything fell into darkness, all I could see was the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, which seemed to be filled with daylight.

……thanks.

Even if I can no longer see, the sun of tomorrow.

The author has something to say:

It's over, it's over!Top killer x collect killer targets.In fact, the encounter was not accidental, because Miss Target killed countless killers, and finally met a person who chatted with her.I like the main character very much, it's very strange, she is obviously the one who was killed, she should behave like a little sheep in panic and fear, please don't kill me...but she killed me too fast 233

Me: (with a blank face) I have killed too many killers, I am tired of it.

But in the end she died.I really wanted to express that - the killer should have killed the target and the target should have run for his life, but they didn't follow the routine.So even if the target dies in the end, it still feels like he.Very cute.