Chapter 6 Chapter Six

The women screamed one after another.It was impossible to tell who was yelling.I only heard the sound and sound that almost burst the eardrum. These voices suddenly returned to silence, and the silence surrounded us viscously, making people feel uncomfortable.Everyone seemed to have forgotten the tragic situation of "The Poet", watching Mrs. Cotton and "Neutral". "How...how could—" Mrs. Cotton opened her mouth and shrank her body, as if she was about to step back. "You... what do you want, Howard?" "Ah, don't move." "Neutral" pointed the gun between Mrs. Cotton's eyebrows, preventing her from continuously retreating. "It's a real pistol, and it's loaded."

"Are you crazy?" Mrs. Cotton seemed to be angry, but she just made a hoarse voice, followed by spurts of saliva, "What time is it, what are you thinking? You, look !” She pointed to the wheelchair next to her.The "poet" covered in blood remained motionless. "Kenneth... In short, after Bill, and Kenneth have encountered... such a big event, you actually did such a thing. What are you thinking?" "Look carefully, Mrs. Cotton." The "neutral" voice calmly terrified us who were listening to their conversation. "The blood hasn't dried yet, so it can be seen that Kenneth was killed just now. In other words, the prisoner is still there, right beside us."

"This? Do you still need to talk about this? So didn't I say it? Is it time for internal strife?" "We were all outside the building when Kenneth was killed." "what?" "With Bill's body. The four of us, Stella and Kate, David, and I are all outside. We're each other's witnesses, aren't we?" "Neutral" sought our reunion, but no one nodded.Stella, Her Royal Highness, and I just froze in place.What the hell is he talking about?It's not because we don't understand, but it's so clear that it makes us feel extremely scared.

"That is to say—" He ignored our reactions, "the four of us are not prisoners." "Needless to say? I don't suspect any of you." "But what do you say?" "You..." Maybe you feel impetuous because you can't express your opinions smoothly?Mrs. Cotton stamped her foot hastily. "You, what did you say? What did you say?" "Just now you said you were going to get the sheets and walked into the dormitory area. Then by the way—" he raised his chin and pointed at the "poet" sitting in the wheelchair, "go over here and kill him, it's very possible. "

"That's unreasonable!" I don't know where she made that sound from. She yelled with such vigor that we almost couldn't help jumping up, "Why would I do such a thing? Huh? Why?" "I don't know." "Neutral" seemed to intend to further threaten Mrs. Cotton, who looked like she was about to jump up and hit someone, and put the gun on her head again. "But you had a chance to kill Kenneth, that's for sure. We didn't." "You want to frame me?" "If the missing Lu Bennett is not a prisoner, from our standpoint, you are the only one."

"How is that possible?" Mrs. Cotton stared at us with wide eyes. "I don't believe it, don't you all think so? Are you confused by this stupid guy's dream talk?" "Mrs. Cotton, if you don't like being questioned, make it clear!" "What did you say?" "Call the police immediately! Didn't Dr. Seward give you the key? So you can open it." "That's right. That's what happened." Suddenly, Mrs. Cotton fell silent.A terrifying smile floated on her face, "So that's the case? If so—" She took something out of her long skirt and threw it on the ground, and a metallic sound of a word sounded.

It's a bunch of keys. "If you want to call the police—" Mrs. Cotton sneered at us visibly, "I won't stop you, go yourselves." "—Ah Wei." For some reason, "Neutral" suddenly showed a very unconfident expression. "Sorry, please pick it up for me." I had no choice but to follow her orders. "You go to the police." "Hmm..." I looked at the keychain.There are many keys on it. "Excuse me, Mrs. Cotton, which one is the key?" "The longest one." I thought she was unwilling to say, "That is the master key, which can open any room."

Room 120 is right in front of you.I pick the longest key. "Hmm..." When I opened the door halfway, I looked back, what number do I need to call the police?In Japan it's 110, but here it's—"What number should I dial?" "Ah Wei." Before "Neutral" could answer, "Her Royal Highness" came over, "I'll come." I let "Her Royal Highness" go first, and then followed into room 120, ie.It was of course the first time I stepped into this room.While looking around, I was almost swallowed by a strange atmosphere.It's like a scene from a sci-fi movie.Peeping through the gaps in the curtains was a big shock before, but actually being in it, the shock was even greater.It is full of things like CRTs of computers or dashboards of electronic instruments, etc., all of which are high-tech machines whose uses are unimaginable.

"Ah, Ah Wei..." The "Her Royal Highness Wangfei", who was full of posture just now, was also shocked by this momentum, and stood there blankly just like me. "Which... exactly is the phone?" "Wait, this—?" I finally picked up something reflexively.Although the shape doesn't look like a telephone, there are buttons from 1 to 0 attached to it.Computers and such have buttons, but I've also seen things like small microphones.I thought to myself, maybe this is the phone, so I gave it to "Her Royal Highness".Maybe she thought the same?There was a light in her eyes, and she pressed the button.However, she didn't seem to know what to do next. After fiddling with it for a while, she finally shook her head as if giving up.

"...It can't be done." She walked out of room 120 and handed what looked like a wireless phone to "Neutral". "I don't know how you can make it into a call state. If you want to call the police, you can only rely on Mrs. Cotton." "It seems so." "Neutral" handed the phone-like thing to Mrs. Cotton in his right hand. "Mrs. Cotton, please call the police." Mrs. Cotton did not move, and silently looked at Neutral with her arms folded.As if laughing at him. "Mrs. Cotton, didn't you hear? Please call the police, this is not a request." "Neutral" took the gun in his left hand again, "This is an order."

"Orders?" snorted Mrs. Cotton, staring at us one by one with a contempt that almost brought us to tears. "Order? You? Huh? You? It's so, so ridiculous. Ah, it's ridiculous. I've never heard such a ridiculous thing. You are so stupid. Don't you know what expression you are showing now? Wahaha! Lol It's dead! It's a dead laugh! It's a dead laugh!" "Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and call the police." "Neutral" urged again, Mrs. Cotton looked at him, put away the low-level laughter, and suddenly showed a ghost-like expression. "I've hated you all since before, I hate you to death, damn it!" Mrs. Cotton began to curse with such violence that she almost sank the point of the gun pointed at her into her forehead.She spoke so fast that I couldn't hear her clearly.I deeply realized that even though my Japanese and English conversations were already very good, it was thanks to the people around me that they always pronounced clearly so that I could understand them easily.The content of Mrs. Cotton's expletives sounded so ambiguous to me. "Don't...don't do this," Stella screamed, covering her ears, "don't do this, please don't do this! Mrs. Cotton. Please... please! Mrs. Cotton, please stop." No matter how hard Stella yelled, she was enveloped by Mrs. Cotton's curse.It wasn't just Stella who lost her self-control, "Her Royal Highness" seemed to start screaming too, and she spoke so fast that I couldn't understand her.At this time, even "Neutral" joined in this roaring battle, and the chorus mixed with madness turned into a strange noise. When I came back to my senses, I found that I also opened my mouth and yelled. Everyone became very strange, and only the quiet "poet" watched us sing in chorus.I almost laughed at the gap, I was terrified of myself.If it goes on like this, I might go crazy. It suddenly occurred to me.This strange feeling seemed familiar.This is—by the way, when Lou Bennett, a freshman, was brought in, he glanced at us with a sneer on his face.The uneasy feeling of fidgeting when enveloped by that contemptuous atmosphere.And fear. (pagan) Suddenly I fell into the illusion that someone was cursing like this.It was Mrs. Cotton, but she didn't actually use the word.But I feel Mrs. Cotton swearing in this way.No mistake, she scolded like this: (The heathens. You heathens. You people, you people. Not like me. Not like me. You cursed heathen-) Everyone screamed and resisted together.Literally everyone was screaming, including me. (no the same,) (We are different.) (us,) (not heathen,) (We're not heretics--) (no,) (we,) (we——) (not heathen,) (Not heretics——) (you are,) (You are the heretics.) (Pagan! You pagan woman!) The din of noise endlessly turns into enigmatic language in the brain.The field of vision is distorted, and a black thing appears - a black thing...? Head hurts.what is this? what is this? "Shut up..." I don't know why that low voice came into my ears amidst such a loud noise. "Neutral" muttered "shut up", "shut up" again and again.Then he started yelling. "Shut up—" At the same time, there was a sound like a balloon popping. For an instant, the surroundings were enveloped in silence. Mrs. Cotton slumped limply.She froze unnaturally like a dummy, leaning back.There was a large hole in her forehead, and blood spurted from the hole where the bullet had pierced. died. Mrs Cotton died instantly.