Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 5.5. A Long Night and Many Thoughts
——Narcissus Street Hotel——

At 10 p.m., He Ye returned to the hotel exhausted. The woman on duty in the office greeted the English gentleman politely when she saw him return.

"Welcome back, sir."

She looked up from the book.

He Ye waved his hand weakly in response; he didn't even have the strength to speak. But the ugly monster following behind him was full of energy and waved back.

"Hello, ma'am!" the girl said, raising her hand.

"oops……"

The moment the homeless man walked in, the woman on duty looked terrified, and she almost dropped the book she was holding.

Fortunately, He Ye spoke up to explain, and amidst gasps of amazement, the two successfully made it upstairs, leaving behind a trail of dirty footprints, prompting the woman to lament that the maid would have to work hard again tomorrow.

The key was inserted into the latch, and the door was pushed open.

"Sir, you actually live in a place like this? I thought someone like you must have your own house."

The girl entered He Ye's room, looked around and sighed, inwardly thinking that she must not have misjudged him.

"You... sigh, you always bring up the wrong thing."

He Ye turned around, glancing at her for a few moments before pinching his nose and shouting in despair, "And another thing! I knew there was a smell when I came in! You're so dirty, go take a shower right now!!"

The girl knew she was being rejected, but she offered a reason she had prepared beforehand and sincerely shook her head:

"I don't have any clean clothes, so I'll just sleep on the floor tonight... Or does the master have other plans?"

"Look in the mirror." He Ye rolled her eyes.

"Haha." The girl laughed quipped.

She stood aside, tilting her head to watch as He Ye approached the suitcase, helplessly rummaged through it, pulled out a shirt and pants, and threw them on the bed, her intention quite clear.

He Ye: "You should change into this outfit."

Oh... she covered her mouth.

Neat men's clothes, though not quite suitable for a young girl, at least were clean and didn't stick to her skin. Seeing this, she was a little troubled—although she had encountered this kind of situation before, the goal wasn't really to rest for the night, but to steal.

"Alright then, sir, you're such a kind person." The young woman could only bow. "I haven't asked your name yet."

"Leon."

He Ye told her the names of the dead people.

“Okay, my name is Nicole, Nicole Griffiths. Mr. Leon, when I make a lot of money in the future, I will definitely, definitely write your name on a painting, frame it, and put it in the most conspicuous place in my home.”

She placed one hand on her right breast, speaking with great emotion.

He Ye was clearly exhausted, but at this moment she felt a sense of healing, and her originally irritable mood calmed down a bit.

Looking at the dirty little mouse in front of him, He Ye knew that believing her promise was just an empty promise, but he was too lazy to expose her kindness. Making a promise for kindness that he could not repay was the only consolation she could offer.

"Go take a shower, my nose is starting to stop working."

He Ye simply raised his hand in annoyance. The hotel room was not big to begin with, and it was really uncomfortable for Nicole, who was like a walking cesspool, to stand there.

"Okay!" she said, inexplicably energized.

Before long, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, followed by exclamations of joy, like a country bumpkin seeing soap bubbles for the first time.

"Ah, hot water!"

Steaming white mist seeped out of the door through the cracks.

He Ye naturally had no thoughts on this. He sat at the brown writing desk, his expression dazed. He took out his diary, which he had carried for many years, and prepared to record his feelings for the day.

Under the hazy moonlight, he wrote in his diary.

Actually, it's hard to say whether a diary is a way of venting your troubles or something written for your future self—someone who, on a certain afternoon, will pick it up and flip through it, and cherish the pages.

However, I probably won't feel any attachment to today.

He Ye picked up his pen with great force and poured out his complex feelings of joy, sorrow, and a sense of redemption!

Damn it.

"I really can't understand why, when it's supposed to be a brand new beginning, it has to start like this, mocking me. Fate, oh fate! I can't escape your clutches!"

He Ye wrote furiously, and the words honed by this indescribable sense of tragic grandeur were so sharp!
He lamented that his new life had not had a good start, and he knew clearly that he might never experience such bright and pleasant sunshine again in his life.

Thinking about what happened tonight, meeting someone even more miserable than myself when I was feeling down—damn it.

"I'm done washing!"

At that moment, the bathroom door opened.

Nicole emerged wearing a white shirt, her cheeks flushed, clearly from being cooped up in the bathroom, with water droplets still clinging to the ends of her black hair.

"Hehe, how about now! Let me make it clear, I'm very confident in my looks!"

She stood in front of He Ye, hands on her hips, humming.

After Nicole took a shower, the oil on her face was indeed removed, revealing her original fair and tender skin. She looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, but her figure was obviously underdeveloped.

Below the thighs is bare skin, and the calves are covered with unsightly scars, burns, bruises, perhaps indicating some tragic past.

He Ye felt a pang of sadness. The values ​​instilled in him by the Red Flag made him realize that a girl of this age deserved a better life. He simply said, without any emotion, "Put your pants on."

“…Now it’s your turn to take a shower, sir!” Nicole said playfully, snuggling up to him, her chest barely concealed. “After you’re done showering, we can have a good, comfortable sleep in bed!”

He Ye felt insulted. He had no interest in these bean sprouts, and his eyes grew even dimmer.
"No need, I don't want to take a shower today."

“What!…” Nicole was shocked.

She has been doing this job for sixteen months, and in theory she has met at least fifty or a hundred gentlemen. This situation is an extremely rare exception!
You can't judge a book by its cover! Turns out he's the most thirsty type!
Nicole had no choice but to retreat to the pile of old clothes and rummage through it to find a handkerchief with sleeping potion on it and a sharp dagger... Well, she decided to put the dagger back. As long as she could find an opportunity to strike first, she would have time to search every corner of the room.

If he were willing to take a shower, all this trouble wouldn't have been necessary.

But at this moment——

"Why is there no ink... Never mind."

He Ye shook the black pen in his hand with a sense of dejection, and after finding that it was out of ink, he threw it aside and went to his suitcase to look for a spare pen.

Nicole seized the opportunity to get behind him!

'I'm sorry, sir!'

In an instant, Nicole noticed a dark handgun peeking out from He Ye's open suitcase!
Oh oh oh oh, vomit vomit vomit!

He quickly took three steps back!
"What's wrong?" He Ye noticed something was amiss.

"Oh, uh... I, I feel a little cold."

She rubbed her shoulders and stammered against the wall, feeling a bit nauseous.

Seeing this, He Ye threw another coat out of his suitcase.

Then he sat back down at his desk and, under the dim moonlight, continued to write his diary with a melancholy air, like a middle-aged widowed writer.

Nicole was already crouching in the corner, trembling.

No, I can't beat him. This guy may seem like a gentleman on the surface, but he might be a monster behind the scenes, a man-eating monster... But can I even leave now?
He has a gun, you know...

"Speaking of which, where are your parents?"

The sentimental writer He Ye, who was writing in his diary, turned to ask, because he had changed the focus of his writing—it was not the beginning of his failed new life, but the sewer rats he had encountered.

He thought he should do something else meaningful, such as finding a shelter for this homeless, destitute child, which he felt was a meaningful thing.

A few meals and a bed that doesn't belong to her can only help her, but they can't help her embrace a new life like I have.

That's how sentimental He Ye is.

"Uh...they're all dead, in the war."

Nicole spoke somewhat stiffly, poking her two fingers back and forth as she sat on the ground.

I just finished taking a shower.

But compared to orphans, it's nothing.

He Ye felt that he might not be very good at talking to mice. Well, if he had parents, they wouldn't abandon him if he were a stray—how could he ask such a question?
"Don't you have any relatives?"

“I had a grandfather, but he died three years ago… I didn’t raise enough money for him to die from the rampant infectious disease.”

"..." He Ye was speechless for a moment. She was sorry for subconsciously using an interrogative tone to investigate interpersonal relationships.

At this point, we should change our approach.

"Hmm... what do you think of the orphanage?"

"It's...not bad." She wasn't very lively, and kept her head down, perhaps because of the question she had asked earlier.

"That's good." He Ye ended the conversation.

Nicole felt nervous at the inexplicable conversation. She licked her lips, thinking, "Should I run away now? Anyway, I haven't been caught red-handed, so leaving normally shouldn't be a problem."

The next second—

"Turn off the lights, I want to sleep."

He Ye closed her diary.

"Waaah—" Nicole sobbed, feeling like she was really going to lose her virginity, but she still tried to resist, "I'll sleep on the floor, sir!"

"That won't do." You'll catch a cold and then have to pay for it.

"Whoosh!..."

Soon, after packing up, the room lights were turned off, and the hazy moonlight streamed in through the window.

He Ye rested her hands under her head, lost in thought, while Nicole stood silently beside her, clutching the blanket and staring blankly at the ceiling.

On day 1, I met a homeless person.

Day 1: The start of a new life has already been fraught with setbacks.

Since she could no longer have those sunny mornings, He Ye felt that this feeling was worth regretting. And just as well, just as she wished, she would bring that kind of morning to others…

After all, my initial dream when I came into this world was not to live a secluded life as a grandfather.

The night was long, and He Ye's eyelids drooped as her thoughts wandered.

(End of this chapter)