Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

10th floor.

In a closed lounge, Caixiang Pusheng sat against the corner, flipping through a book recording the characteristics of various smells, trying to remember, but her heart could not calm down.

On the day she entered here, she was led by a man in black wearing sunglasses and shuttled from room to room, testing physical fitness data, testing knowledge in all aspects, and testing the ability to distinguish smells.

After that, the man took her to the room on the 9th floor and said a bunch of demands with a blank face:

Let her finish her high school courses within one year, and ask her to practice a foreign language to the same proficiency as her mother tongue.

She retorted immediately.

impossible! You know, she didn't learn well in her junior high school, and she wasn't one of those legendary geniuses, how could she do it?

The man didn't care what she said at all, and still made demands in his own way.

In addition to those, she also needs to memorize the characteristics of various smells, and test once a week. During the test, she must at least distinguish more than 90% of the smells accurately.

This is simply embarrassing her Uramoto Ayaka!

While asking her to learn so many courses, she also needs to master so many characteristics of smells and distinguish so many kinds of smells. The key is that she has no teacher to teach her, so she can only stare at the book by herself.

She thought about throwing the book on the man's face, and then walked away, but...she didn't dare.

That day, the man left after explaining his confession. She turned around and wanted to leave this ghostly place, but she found that she couldn't leave.

It looks like there are 20 floors on the outside, but the interior is connected in pairs, and only the odd number of floors are connected to the elevator and the safe passage to the downstairs.

If she wanted to leave, she had to go to the hall outside, go up the stairs connecting the hall to the 11th floor, and then leave through the 11th floor, but there were guards on the 11th floor, and she was not allowed to go there at all.

She wanted to mess around, so she got a gunshot wound on her arm.

This is just a warning!

That's what the man said? The next day she found out that the man hadn't lied to her.

There was a strong woman with a fierce look and a fierce look who tried to rush to the 11th floor by force, but died in the end.

When she first arrived here and took over the test, that man asked her if she dared to kill someone? She replied 'dare'.

She thought at that time that this must be a very powerful organization? Just like those large associations, she had heard a lot of things like dealing with traitors and eradicating enemies. In a powerful group, what's the big deal about killing people? Just like the killers and samurai in movies and TV dramas, except cool? She couldn't think of any other description.

But after seeing the dead the next day? She realized that she might not be able to accept it.

The woman who was alive and well a second ago, like a beast, fell under the gun? After struggling for a while, she calmed down? Her face was pale and stiff? Eyeballs bulged out due to intracranial impact and pressure? Turning over, bright red blood kept gushing out, like a fountain of blood that couldn't be stopped, 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 wall were stained with the blood spreading from the woman's body, the splattered blood from the previous bullets, and the white dots hidden among the bright red? It made her stomach churn.

When the strong smell of blood and a trace of burnt skin irritated her nasal cavity and stomach? She really couldn't help throwing up, the sky was dark and her mind went blank.

How ugly and terrible is the appearance of a person after death? The feeling of a fresh life disappearing in front of him is even more terrifying.

And that day, the other five women living on the same floor, some looked bloodthirsty and excited, some cast mocking eyes at her, some looked at her as if they were seeing something new, and some murmured in surprise, "This How did the little girl get in there'.

She looks like a different kind, and she is indeed a different kind, those people have no fear at all, and after she vomited, she has been having nightmares for the past few nights. The smell of blood in the nose.

She can't take it!

Sometimes she thought, don't worry about anything, she has to leave here, even if she dies, she has to try, but when she thinks that she will die so ugly and can't see the person she wants to see again, she feels in her heart Trembling, retreating without the courage to resist.

"Boom!"

There was a knock on the door, which interrupted Urao Ayaka's thoughts.

Pusheng Caixiangyin gradually regained her spirit with fearful pupils, maybe 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 an unacceptable event.

"Boom!"

The door was knocked twice more.

Pusheng Caixiang hesitated for a moment, stood up and went to open the door.

Although those women outside are not good at bothering her, sometimes they are crazy and mentally abnormal, but they are still restrained, they abide by the rule of not touching the people who live with them, and they will not come to trouble her, and the guards are not harassing them. Interested, stay on the 11th floor all the time, as long as they don't run away or make trouble, I don't care about them.

There is no danger in opening the door, but she hasn't gone out these days, and she has no acquaintances to talk to.

Who will find her again?

After arriving at the door, Pusheng Caixiang hesitated again, put on the security door chain, and opened the door only a gap.

Someone stared at her with malicious eyes that day, and said in an extremely disgusted tone, "I really want to kill her", those people seemed to be out of control at any time, she really doubted that the rule of "do not attack others privately" could Can't restrain those people...

Outside the door, stood a middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance. Her face was not fierce, and she was even kind. He wore a black leather jacket, which didn't match his peaceful and harmless expression, and looked weird.

By the way, their clothes are also different.

Everyone else wears tight clothing that allows for movement, but she is much more casual, no one brings her clothes, and no one tells her what she must wear...

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" the middle-aged woman said, her voice was a little hoarse, but her attitude was kind.

"What do you want from me?" Pusheng Caixiang stared at this student's face vigilantly. 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 tell 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, as if worried about being seen, she continued in a low voice, "We can Help each other."

Pusheng Caixiang hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and let the woman in sideways.

After the middle-aged woman entered, she began to look around the room again.

Pusheng Caixiang closed the door, noticed the strangeness of 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 scrutiny, quickly touched under the table, opened the closet and looked at the corner and the closet, and was relieved when she found nothing. Caixiang leaned far away from the door, wary of her, and explained, "I'm looking for bugs."

Pusheng Caixiang recalled the woman's actions, and felt that the woman was indeed looking for something hidden in a hidden place, so she let down her vigilance a little bit, "Is there such a thing here?"

The middle-aged woman closed the wardrobe and sat on the floor with her back against the wardrobe, "Maybe there will be."

"Tell me about the situation here." Pusheng Caixiang hurriedly confirmed her situation.

It seemed that the place was shrouded in icy mist everywhere, and she didn't dare to go out of the room. It was better to have someone to help her understand the situation than to wander around alone and encounter danger out of nowhere.

"Did no one tell you the rules here when you came here?" The middle-aged woman asked suspiciously, "You are not allowed to attack other people without permission? You are not allowed to escape?"

Pusheng Caixiang sat down by the door at a place far away from women, with an annoyed look on her face, "I said it before, but I want to know what's going on in this damn place!"

"This place was built this year, and I'm probably the first batch of people to come here," the middle-aged woman recalled, looking at the tiles on the wall, "When I came here, there wasn't a single crack that would turn black bloodstains..."

Pusheng Caixiang hurriedly looked left and right in the room, for fear that someone would die in the room where she had been nesting for a few days.

The middle-aged woman suddenly laughed, "Don't worry, there are plenty of rooms here. The organization probably won't let you move into a room that someone has lived in. At least that's what I know. The person who used to live in the empty room next to you died. That room remains to this day."

Pusheng Caixiang still felt hairy in her heart, "She...how did she die?"

"It doesn't matter how she died, anyway, she wasn't the first one, nor was she the only one," 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. "It's right for you to be careful. I don't know your situation, but judging from your reaction that day, you probably haven't killed anyone, have you? Me and them both The same, they are all fugitive suspects who murdered and absconded."

Pu Shengcaixiang endured the feeling of collapse, thinking about the sickness of other people, she can probably guess that those people are probably not good people, maybe murderers, she is not surprised by this answer, but she cannot accept that the woman in front of her is also , "You... have you killed someone?"

"I killed my husband. He looked successful and elegant on the surface, but he was actually a bastard. If he drank too much, he would not only beat and kick me, but also our children." The middle-aged woman pulled her mouth slightly, His expression was still calm, but his tone was a bit more bitter, "Three years ago, that child was only six years old. Because he was chasing him and ran on the road, he was hit by a passing car and died like that. The most unacceptable thing for me is , he pestered the car owner to get a sum of compensation, squandered the compensation money, and said with a smile, "this child's death is worth a little bit." At that time, I felt that it was not enough to just leave him or call the police. , I must let him die..."

Pusheng Caixiang's tense nerves relaxed a little, and she felt a little sympathetic, "And then? Did you kill him?"

"It took me three years to exercise my physical fitness, I also found a place to buy a gun, and learned how to use a pistol. I suffered every punch and kick from him silently, and I felt the hatred accumulated in my heart every day. I held back silently until I felt safe, and I made my move, successfully killed him, and disposed of his body bit by bit," the middle-aged woman laughed, but the smile was not so crazy and joyful, but With indescribable melancholy, "The police didn't find any evidence from the traces on his body and around him 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, and I am afraid that someone so powerful will see my ridiculous tricks, I even thought of surrendering myself."