Looking at the dead corpse, Blue Crow once again raised his hunting rifle and fired at the body’s abdon, blasting it in half.
"You’re free now..."
Blue Crow said coldly. He wanted to say sothing more, perhaps ntion the woman’s na for a more ceremonial farewell, but at that mont, Blue Crow realized he didn’t know the woman’s na.
It wasn’t that the woman was hiding anything from him; Blue Crow had never asked. In his mory, the woman seed to have ntioned her na a few tis, but Blue Crow never cared.
Blue Crow grabbed a body bag and spent so ti cleaning up the woman’s corpse. Gathering the pieces of flesh together was a troubleso task, but without cutting these Demons into bits, Blue Crow couldn’t feel at ease.
Since he ca into contact with this Extraordinary World, Blue Crow had been extrely cautious. The world was filled with sinister Demons and the Condensers who wield Extraordinary Power. He was just an ordinary person who stumbled upon the shadows of the world, so being overly cautious couldn’t hurt.
Hoisting the body bag over his shoulder, Blue Crow walked through the dim, dark underground corridor, flanked by sealed iron doors. Stained with mottled blood marks, the nauseating scent of blood filled the air.
Blue Crow had thought about cleaning up this place, but as the only person within Daisy Fortress, it was ultimately too much trouble, so he let it continue as it was.
The buzzing of mosquitoes and flies reached his ears as Blue Crow walked forward, his gaze sweeping over the iron doors, muttering the numbers on each one.
Finally, he reached the depths of the underground. The faint firelight illuminated only his feet. Beyond the stairs lay an unfathomable darkness.
As the owner of Daisy Castle, Blue Crow was taken aback when he first discovered such a vast underground space. He originally thought it would remain forever unused, but not long after, Blue Crow made perfect use of it.
"The last one."
Blue Crow counted, tossing the body bag on his shoulder into the darkness; a few seconds later, he heard it hit the ground.
Blue Crow intended to leave imdiately, but he rembered the characters he’d written. Every murderer returns to the scene of their cri to relish their work.
With this thought, Blue Crow threw his candle into the abyss.
The fire danced a few tis in the darkness, the flickering light outlining grim and twisted shadows, vaguely showing the mountain of body bags.
Blue Crow unconsciously smiled, turned around, and left. The iron door slowly closed, blocking all light, leaving the place eternally forgotten.
Upon exiting Daisy Castle, Blue Crow had changed his attire. He looked like he was going on a trip, dragging a suitcase behind him.
Blue Crow paused by the field of daisies; the gentle breeze carried a rich floral fragrance.
The sweet scent seed to turn the air into honey. Blue Crow hadn’t felt such joy for a long ti. He recalled the last ti he felt this way was thirty-three years ago, on that never-ending train.
Blue Crow took out an envelope and shook out a brand new train ticket. The ticket was peculiar; it noted the departure ti but not the destination, and the train’s na was elusive too.
Intertwined in black text, Blue Crow murmured softly.
"Joyful Garden..."
In a daze, Blue Crow heard the whistle in the distance. The train roared in; it had no starting station, no terminal, only tracks that went on forever.
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