Chapter 242: 238: The Forbidden Last Will

238: The Forbidden Last Will

Misaki Naomi was sitting on her hospital bed at this moment. She had asked the nurse for a small table, paper, and a pen, and was currently focused on thinking about how to write her last will.

More than three hours had passed since she first picked up the pen to conceive it, yet she hadn't written a single word. The letter paper remained pristine, and the pen in her hand moved restlessly back and forth between touching the paper and lifting away.

Misaki Naomi felt a bit breathless. She pushed the table away, got out of bed, and walked to the balcony. She moved a chair from the ward to the balcony outside, basking in the sun while lost in thought.

As the warm sunlight shone on her numb body, Misaki Naomi finally felt how cold she had become.

Before long, she might die.

As the person involved, she knew her death would be absurd, but for her parents, it would probably be very hard to understand.

When the time came, how would the Investigators of the Chosen Alliance report her cause of death to her parents? Would they tell the truth—that she was "Chousha" by an Abnormal, and that her body had been disposed of overnight so thoroughly that not even ashes remained?

Or would they pose as Enforcers and tell them she had gone missing, leaving no trace? And if so, what excuse would they use to explain her disappearance?

……

With her imagination running wild, Misaki Naomi realized she was actually quite creative. Perhaps she could have tried submitting light novels earlier; she might have even won an award and debuted... and then, if she met the uncle again, she could be the one to support him.

By the way, the uncle worked in this specific line of business and faced life-or-death situations on every mission, so he must be an expert at writing last wills, right?

Hmm, if he married her, he wouldn't be allowed to be an Investigator anymore.

After all, a wife cannot be without a husband, and a child cannot lose their father so early.

Misaki Naomi's imagination was indeed very rich.

After sitting on the balcony for over ten minutes, Misaki Naomi wiped her eyes and returned to the room. She couldn't let her mind wander anymore; whatever last will she had should be finished before today, for she feared she wouldn't have another chance if she waited any longer.

Thus, Misaki Naomi thought of asking people online. She searched for the term "last will template" and found a pile of sample essays. She flipped through them one by one, never expecting that she would one day be engrossed in reading last wills.

Misaki Naomi was so absorbed in her reading that she didn't notice the nurse responsible for her physical check-up had already arrived by her side.

Seeing the young girl so obsessed with her phone, the nurse curiously leaned in slightly to take a look. Her expression turned complex as she looked at Misaki Naomi and said, "Miss Naomi, your last will will not be seen by anyone."

"Hmm!? Eh, why?" Misaki Naomi was startled by the nurse's voice, and after reflecting on the nurse's words, she couldn't help but feel puzzled.

This nurse had also been dispatched from the medical team of the Chosen Alliance and was temporarily responsible for Misaki Naomi's care. She couldn't say she knew every detail of Misaki Naomi's situation, but she knew the general gist.

Facing Misaki Naomi's question, the nurse patiently explained, "Because the last will you leave behind could bring about all sorts of unnecessary risks."

"Are you worried that I might reveal the inside story of the Abnormal incident? Don't worry, I won't," Misaki Naomi quickly swore, hoping for some room to maneuver.

The nurse shook her head with a bitter smile and told Misaki Naomi a story directly.

She said that there was once a person in the same predicament as her, trapped deep within an Abnormal incident with no way to escape and no solutions. In the end, he had to face a desperate, fatal conclusion. His one wish before dying was that his friend would personally deliver his last will to his beloved wife after he died.

The friend promised through tears. A few days after the friend agreed, that man died a bizarre and tragic death in his own home, and beside that unrecognizable corpse lay a blood-stained last will.

The friend read the contents of the will, which were filled with a man's deep love for his family. Although the bloody fingerprint at the end of the will was shocking and chilling, it still made one feel profound sadness and regret.

The friend took the letter and delivered the will to the man's home that very day. After reading the will, the man's family wept uncontrollably, feeling immense grief over his sudden passing.

Just when the friend thought his mission was over, he heard a month later that the man's surviving family had been wiped out, each dying in a bizarre and tragic way, exactly the same as the man's method of death.

After an investigation, it was discovered that it was the very last will left behind by the man that, under the influence of unknown factors, had lured the Abnormal entity that killed the man to his home. Because the friend had only been in contact with the will for a short time and had quickly handed it over to the family, he was spared and escaped the disaster.

Upon hearing the truth, the friend was filled with regret.

Since then, most Investigator Organizations have abolished the system of last wills and testaments. Investigators and those closely related to Abnormal incidents no longer write last wills, and their personal effects are handled in corresponding ways...

After hearing the nurse's explanation, Misaki Naomi finally 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 are willing, I am happy to relay it for you verbally," the nurse said quite gently.

Misaki Naomi was silent for a moment. "Can I wait until I've thought of it before telling you?"

"Of course," the nurse said, stroking the sixteen-year-old high school girl's head and soothing her softly.

Afterward, the nurse performed a physical check-up on the high school girl while counseling her.

After the check-up, Misaki Naomi seemed much more spirited and even thanked the nurse as she left.

After the ward door closed, Misaki Naomi kept a smile on her face, her body stiff as she faced the wall.

Then she slowly curled up, buried her face in her thighs, hugged her knees, and wept bitterly: "I... I don't want to die yet..."

"Die! Die! Die!" Matsumoto Gin swung his blade in the darkness of Kawakami Rumi's room in silence, shouting viciously in his heart. The blade light chased a weak Chaijiro, slashing wildly. "I'm sorry, for the sake of humanity, you must die!"

Swish!

With one strike, the blade light slashed across Chaijiro's right hind leg. Blood splattered, and Chaijiro let out a sharp, frantic cry of agony.

Seeing this, Matsumoto Gin's heart remained steady and cold. The Kusanagi Sword in his hand swung down again. The Shiba Inu's head had already been severed from its body, falling from the stairwell to the floor below, dying with its eyes wide open.

"How pathetic." Matsumoto Gin met the gaze of the Shiba Inu before it died. His cold expression finally showed a trace of loosening. He lowered his head slightly, averted his eyes, touched his forehead, and muttered to himself, "But at least another disaster has been prevented. Everything is worth it."