Chapter 789: The Girl Killer
After being rescued from the river, both girls refused the suggestion to go to the Hospital for a check-up.
Because the time they were in the water was very short, they were indeed not seriously injured.
After thanking them, the kind-hearted Good Samaritans left.
Only three girls remained.
Frenda looked sternly at the two soaking wet girls in front of her, especially Saten Ruiko.
"In the end, didn't you almost drown yourself?"
"Sorry, sorry, the situation was urgent just now, I didn't think much..." Saten Ruiko scratched her head, "I didn't expect it to be so difficult to save someone in the water..."
At this moment, the rescued girl seemed to have come to her senses, and immediately knelt on the ground, performing a dogeza towards Saten Ruiko: "I am very sorry for causing you trouble!"
"No, I'm fine. As long as you're okay." Saten Ruiko said, reaching out to help the girl up.
"I don't have any money on me, and my phone is broken," the girl said. "I really can't thank you right now..."
"No, no, no, don't worry about it." Saten Ruiko waved her hands repeatedly, "I didn't save you for these things... and in fact, I was also the one who was saved..."
Subsequently, the girl repeatedly apologized again, while also refusing other help, and finally hurried away.
"Kihara Yuiitsu... is the one I met at the convenience store at noon!" Saten Ruiko suddenly recalled.
"Is she okay?" Saten Ruiko said with great concern, looking at the girl's receding back.
"Of course there's a problem." Frenda snorted, "I told you not to meddle. You can help her once or twice, but you can't help her forever. For such a hopeless person, staying away is the only correct choice."
Saten Ruiko was already familiar with Frenda's style, so she didn't mind the harshness in her words, but accurately grasped the key phrases.
"You said hopeless... will that girl continue to try to commit suicide?"
Frenda said, "Did you notice her wrists? Both wrists have scars—that kind of scar is only left by cutting wrists."
"Huh?" Saten Ruiko was extremely surprised, "What on earth has that girl been through? She actually tried to commit suicide more than once?"
...
Allie walked slowly, step by step, back to her apartment.
Perhaps because her whole body was soaked with river water, her steps became heavier.
"Again... I couldn't die." The girl sighed, "So, is my luck good or bad?"
Allie had tried various methods to end her life and find liberation.
But each time she would be saved, and ultimately continue to live on.
In her opinion, all of her luck seemed to have been used up on this.
Allie never felt this was "good luck"; instead, it felt more like fate's mockery and torment, forcing her to continue struggling in this world.
"I really want to die..." Returning to the paint-splattered corridor, she thought of the blocked door lock and how she still couldn't get back into her home.
Allie once again hugged her knees and squatted down, sobbing.
"Allie, I knew it would be like this again... You really haven't changed at all." A man's voice suddenly came from the stairwell behind her.
"It's one thing not answering the phone the past two days, but today you're completely out of touch! I've been trying to reach you all day... Is your phone broken again?"
The sound of footsteps stopped beside the girl, and the man speaking placed a paper bag in front of her: "This is a new phone, the same model as the previous one, and the SIM card has been re-registered with the same number as before."
While speaking, the man pulled out a pistol from his embrace, attached a silencer, and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the apartment door, directly blasting the door lock: "I've contacted a renovation company; they'll be here later to replace the door and clean the hallway."
Then he pulled out an envelope from his embrace: "Here are twenty thousand yen in cash, already exchanged into small change, as well as a replacement bank card and student ID."
Allie stopped sobbing, but still kept her head down, refusing to look at the man, and said in a muffled voice: "It's because of things like this that my classmates spread rumors that I'm being kept by a man."
"Stop being difficult," the man said as he pushed open the door. "By the way, you still consider them classmates? You're really tolerant..."
The man sighed, entered the apartment first, opened the windows for ventilation, and turned on the water heater.
"If it were me, I probably would have killed them, and their hooligan boyfriends, a long time ago," the man said. "Looking at you, did you jump into the river again? Hurry and change out of your wet clothes, the bath water will be ready soon."
"They are classmates, how could I..." Allie mumbled as she walked into her apartment.
"Oh? Is that so?" The man was a little surprised. "I thought you were already used to this job."
Allie showed no intention of avoiding him, directly taking off her uniform in the living room. It was the man who consciously turned his back.
"I didn't want to be a killer myself..." Allie whispered.
"That's good, you still remember that identity." The man smiled, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Don't complain, look at the information while you're bathing, and deal with these guys as soon as possible."
The girl did not respond.
The man slightly turned his head, noticing that the girl was already wrapped in a bath towel, before turning back around.
"We agreed, Allie." The man held the phone screen in front of the girl. "I'll handle the troublesome things here."
The man gestured with his backhand towards the messy corridor outside the door and continued, "You handle the work-related troubles."
The man shook his phone: "I only take twenty percent of the remuneration, which is already very fair."
"It's because of this that the neighbors and the resident manager think I'm being kept," Allie reluctantly took the phone.
Every time the hallway outside her door was vandalized, a renovation company would quickly come to maintain it, restoring it to its original state, which also implicitly proved Allie's strong financial power... or the financial power of "the person keeping her."
It was not surprising that it caused misunderstandings.
Allie walked into the bathroom while looking at the mission information.
Suddenly she turned around and exclaimed, "Why are there so many?"
One, two, three, four, five—the information for a total of five mission targets appeared in the folder.
One must know that this was "assassination"; generally, a mission once every ten days to half a month was already considered very frequent, and she had never heard of "wholesale" assassinations.
Moreover, there were quite a few killers, or people and organizations capable of performing assassination-type missions, in Academy City. If everyone took a share, it would be easy to handle this business.
In her two years of working, Allie had never encountered such a situation before.
"It's probably because you've made a name for yourself," the man explained. "The client requested the lowest possible profile, with as few people involved as possible, so considering everything, only you are capable of handling it—the legendary Sixth."
