A Scientific Urban Detective.

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 they were in the water for a very short time, they were indeed unharmed.

After expressing their gratitude, the kind-hearted person who had helped them left.

Only three girls remained.

Frenda looked sternly at the two girls in front of her, who were soaking wet, 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 rescuing someone from the water to be so difficult..."

At this moment, the rescued girl seemed to come to her senses and immediately knelt on the ground, performing a dogeza (a deep bow) towards Saten Ruiko: "I'm so sorry for causing you trouble!"

"No, I'm fine. As long as you're alright too," Saten Ruiko said, reaching out to help the girl up.

"I have no 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 those reasons… In fact, I was the one who was saved…”

The girl then apologized repeatedly, refused further help, and finally hurriedly said goodbye and left.

“That child… was the one I met at the convenience store at noon!” Saten Ruiko suddenly recalled.

"Is she alright?" Saten Ruiko asked worriedly, watching the girl's retreating figure.

“Of course there’s a problem,” Frenda scoffed. “I told you not to meddle. You can help her once or twice, but you can’t help her forever. The only right thing to do with someone like this is to stay away.”

Saten Ruiko was already familiar with Frenda's style, so she didn't care about the harshness in her words, but rather accurately grasped the key words.

"You said there's no hope... will that girl continue to try to kill herself?"

"Did you notice her wrists?" Frenda said. "Both wrists have scars—scars that only come from cutting your wrists."

"Huh?" Saten Ruiko was extremely surprised. "What exactly did that girl go through? She tried to commit suicide more than once?"

……

Ellie walked slowly back to her apartment, step by step.

Perhaps because his whole body was soaked in the river water, his steps became even heavier.

"I...didn't die again." The girl sighed. "So, was I lucky or unlucky?"

Ellie tried various methods to end her life and find relief.

But each time he was rescued and eventually survived.

In her opinion, it seemed that all her luck had been used up on this.

Ellie never saw this as "good luck," but rather as fate mocking and tormenting her, forcing her to continue struggling in this world.

"I want to die..." Back in the paint-splattered corridor, thinking about how the door lock was blocked, he still couldn't go home.

Ellie hugged her knees and squatted down again, sobbing.

"Ellie, 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 us. "It was one thing that you didn't answer the phone the other day, but today you're completely out of contact! I've been trying to reach you all day... Is your phone broken again?"

The footsteps stopped beside the girl, and the man who spoke placed a paper bag in front of her: "This is a new phone, the same model as the previous one. The SIM card has also been reissued, and the number is the same as before."

As he spoke, the man pulled out a pistol from his pocket, attached a silencer, and fired repeatedly at the apartment door, smashing the lock: "I've contacted the renovation company; they'll come over later to replace the door and clean the hallway."

Then he pulled out an envelope from his pocket: "Here is 20,000 yen in cash, which has been exchanged for change, as well as a replacement bank card and student ID."

Ellie stopped sobbing, but still kept her head down and refused to look at the man, saying in a muffled voice, "That's why my classmates are spreading rumors that I'm being kept by a man."

"Stop being so stubborn," the man said as he pushed open the door. "Seriously, you still consider them classmates? You've got some nerve..."

The man sighed, then went into the apartment first, opened the window to ventilate the room, and turned on the water heater.

"If it were me, I probably would have killed them all, along with their thug boyfriends," the man said. "Look at you, you jumped into the river again? Quickly change your wet clothes, the bathwater will be ready soon."

“They’re just classmates, how could they…” Ellie murmured as she walked into her apartment.

"Huh? Is that so?" The man was somewhat surprised. "I thought you were already used to this job."

Ellie made no attempt to hide anything and took off her uniform right there in the living room. The man, however, was quite conscious of this and turned his back.

"I didn't want to be an assassin..." Ellie said softly.

"Great, you still remember this identity." The man smiled and took out his phone from his pocket. "Stop complaining. Take a look at the information while you're taking a shower later and deal with these guys as soon as possible."

The girl didn't respond.

The man glanced at the girl, noticing she was already wrapped in a towel, before turning back around.

“We agreed, Ellie.” The man held his phone screen up to the girl. “I’ll handle all the trouble here.”

The man pointed to the messy hallway outside the door and continued, "You'll handle the work-related troubles."

The man waved his phone: "I only take 20% of the commission, which is already very generous."

"That's why the neighbors and the building manager think I'm being kept by a sugar daddy." Ellie reluctantly took the phone.

Every time the hallway outside the door is pranked, a renovation company will quickly come to repair it and restore it to its original state, which also proves Ellie's great financial resources... or the financial resources of "the person who supports her".

It's not surprising that this caused a misunderstanding.

While looking at the mission information, Ellie walked into the bathroom.

Suddenly turning around, she exclaimed in surprise, "How come there are so many?"

Information on five mission objectives appeared in the folder: one, two, three, four, five.

You have to understand, this is an "assassination," and a mission every ten days or so is already considered very frequent. I've never heard of "wholesale" assassinations.

Moreover, there are quite a few assassins in Academy City, or individuals and organizations capable of carrying out assassination missions. If everyone shares the business, it will be easy to absorb the workload here.

This was the first time Ellie had encountered such a situation in her two years in the industry.

“I suppose you’ve already made a name for yourself,” the man explained. “The employer wants to handle this as discreetly as possible, involving as few people as possible, so after considering everything, only you are qualified—the legendary sixth person.”

(End of this chapter)