Chapter 241: No Will
Misaki Naomi was sitting on the hospital bed at this moment. She and the Nurse had brought a small table and paper and pen. She was now focused on thinking about how to write her will.
From the moment she picked up the pen to conceive until now, more than three hours had passed, with not a single word written. The letter paper was spotlessly clean, and the pen in her hand impatiently moved back and forth between writing and lifting.
Misaki Naomi felt a bit out of breath. She pushed away the table, got out of bed, walked to the balcony, moved a chair from the hospital room to the balcony outside, and sat there basking in the sun while zoning out.
The warm sunlight shone on her numb body. After a long time, Misaki Naomi finally felt her chilled body, her spirit slightly dazed.
In not much longer, she might die.
As the person involved, she knew she would die in an absurd way, but for her parents, they probably wouldn’t be able to understand.
When the time came, how would the Chosen Alliance investigators report her cause of death to her parents? Would they directly tell the truth that she was “cursed to death” by an anomaly, so her corpse was disposed of overnight without even ashes left?
Or would they pretend to be Law Enforcement Officers, tell them she had disappeared and her whereabouts were unknown, and then what reason would they give for her disappearance?
……
With a burst of wild imagination, Misaki Naomi discovered that her imagination was actually quite rich. Perhaps earlier, she could have tried writing light novels and submitting them; she might even win an award and debut from there… Then, when she met Uncle again, she could support him.
Right, Uncle specialized in this line of work, facing life-and-death situations every mission. He should be very experienced in writing wills, right?
Hmm, if he married me, he definitely couldn’t go be an investigator anymore.
After all, a wife can’t be without a husband, and a child can’t lose their father so early.
Misaki Naomi’s imagination was indeed very rich.
After sitting outside on the balcony for more than ten minutes, Misaki Naomi wiped her eyes and returned to the room. She couldn’t indulge in random thoughts anymore. Any will she wanted to write should be finished before today; if later, she might not have the chance.
So, Misaki Naomi thought of asking people online. She searched with “will template” as the keyword and found a bunch of sample essays. She flipped through them one by one, never imagining there would be a day when she would read wills so engrossed.
Misaki Naomi was reading so intently that she didn’t notice the Nurse specifically responsible for checking her physical condition had already come to her side.
Seeing the girl engrossed in her mobile phone, the Nurse curiously leaned in for a look and then said to Misaki Naomi with a complicated expression, “Miss Naomi, your will won’t be seen by anyone.”
“Huh!? Eh, why?” Misaki Naomi was startled by the Nurse’s voice and then puzzled after recalling her words.
This Nurse was also transferred from the Chosen Alliance’s medical team, temporarily taking on Misaki Naomi’s medical care. She couldn’t say she knew Misaki Naomi’s situation completely clearly, but she knew the general idea.
Facing Misaki Naomi’s question, the Nurse patiently explained, “Because the will you leave behind might bring all sorts of unnecessary risks.”
“Are you worried I’ll reveal inside information about the anomaly event? Don’t worry, I won’t.” Misaki Naomi quickly swore, hoping for some leeway.
The Nurse gave a bitter smile and shook her head, then directly told Misaki Naomi a story.
It was said that there was once a person in the same predicament as her. He was deeply trapped in an anomaly event and couldn’t escape, helpless, ultimately having to face a despairing death. His dying wish was for his friend to personally deliver his will to his beloved wife and family after his death.
The friend tearfully agreed. Just a few days after the friend agreed, that person died mysteriously and tragically in his own home, and beside that inhuman corpse was a bloodstained will.
The friend read the contents of the will, which was filled with a man’s deep love for his family. Though the bloody fingerprints at the end were shocking and chilling, it still allowed people to feel the sadness and regret of the will’s owner.
True to his word, the friend delivered the letter to the man’s home that same day. After the man’s family read the will, they all broke down in sobs, extremely saddened by the man’s sudden passing.
Just when the friend thought his mission was complete, he heard a month later that the family the man left behind had been completely wiped out, each dying in an extraordinarily gruesome way, exactly like the man’s death.
After investigation, it was discovered that the will the man left behind had, under the influence of some unknown factor, gained anomalous properties. It drew the anomaly that killed the man to his home, causing his entire family to perish. The friend escaped disaster because he had only brief contact with the will and quickly handed it over to the family.
After hearing the truth, the friend was filled with regret.
From then on, most Investigator Organizations abolished the policy of returning wills and mourning articles. Investigators and those closely related to anomaly events no longer write wills, and their mourning articles are handled accordingly…
After hearing the Nurse’s explanation, Misaki Naomi suddenly understood. She lowered her head and said, “Then if I die, how will my parents know what I want to say to them?”
“If you’re willing, I’d be happy to convey it orally for you.” The Nurse was quite gentle.
Misaki Naomi was slightly silent. “Can I tell you after I think of it?”
“Sure.” The Nurse touched the sixteen-year-old female high school student’s head and softly comforted her.
Afterward, while the Nurse conducted a check-up on the female high school student’s body, she also encouraged her, hoping she could believe in a miracle.
After the check-up ended, Misaki Naomi seemed much more spirited and thanked the Nurse who had just comforted her.
After the hospital room door closed, Misaki Naomi still maintained her smile toward the Nurse, but slowly her whole body stiffened as she faced the cold wall.
Then she slowly curled up, buried her face in her thighs, hugged her knees with both hands, and soon burst into sobs: “I… I don’t want to die yet…”
“Die! Die! Die!” Matsumoto Gin silently swung his blade wildly in the dark room of Kawakami Rumi, shouting viciously in his heart as the blade light chased a weak Shiba Inu and slashed madly. “Sorry, for humanity, you must die!”
Slash!
One slash fell, the blade light cutting across Shijiro’s right hind leg. Blood splattered, and Shijiro let out a sharp, intense wail from the severe pain.
Seeing this, Matsumoto Gin’s heart remained steady and cold. He swung the Heavenly Cloud Sword in his hand again.
A flash of cold light passed, and the Shiba Inu’s head had separated from its body, falling from the stairwell to downstairs, eyes wide open in death.
“How pathetic.” Matsumoto Gin met the Shiba Inu’s dying gaze. His cold expression finally softened slightly. He lowered his head a bit to avoid the line of sight, touched his forehead, and muttered to himself, “But at least another disaster was prevented. Everything was worth it, right?”
