Puzzle Madness

Chapter 21 Dying
The work wasn’t done yet, and [the client] was exhausted.

[Package. Where to put the package]

The most important task remains - what the [client] must accomplish in order to come here:
The tube itself had no signaling system installed. It should have been hidden in the doorframe of an apartment on this floor—embedded in the doorframe of the safe house. That was the proper procedure for this operation; that was how we could proceed to the next step.

However, the [customer] no longer had the strength to move or crawl across a distance of more than ten meters to install it: not to mention the blood trail left by the dragging, which would only make it easier to expose the whereabouts of the package.

Think again, think again. Where should I hide it?
The heart's pumping became weaker, and the pain was gradually covered by numbness--
[The client] knew that they didn’t have much time left.

She scratched the elevator floor, which was lifted up by the previous fight, and rolled the slender round tube into it; with her index finger, which was gradually losing strength and starting to twitch, she pressed the silicone button: Finally, the secret language also transmitted this information via radio.

[The package was placed in the gap between the elevator floorboards].

This is certainly not very safe: as long as local law enforcement agencies and other field staff of Asia-Europe Post are careful enough, the location of the package may be easily exposed.
But [customers] don't have that many options to choose from anymore. She just hopes that the downstream companies that take over are smart enough to make up for her shortcomings.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The [client] spat out a stream of foamy blood, picked up the pocket microphone, and added something into the terminal:

“The most dangerous place is the safest place.”

The content of the words is not so important, but once sent, it declares that the [customer]'s work is completed and the entire task will enter the next stage.

Trembling, she tore the assembled terminal apart and threw it into the gap of the elevator; the parts fell into the elevator shaft, making a tinkling sound.

Although it is not perfect, and even the cost is one's own life.

But in a sense, the client's work was completed - at this moment, she felt that she had more or less realized some of the value that she was born into.

Failure is also a result and is worth accepting; but anger gradually surged out of my heart and wrapped up the concentration just now.

The client's superiors had told her that the package she was responsible for carrying contained a secret that could change the world. Unfortunately, the client herself never had the chance to learn.

She moved her lips for a moment, wanting to utter a few curses, but then decided to save her limited energy:

[Damn it, I really want to know—I really want to know! What is this? What information is this? Why am I dying here? Why me?]
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No matter how much she cursed her fate, no matter how much she tried to break free from all the resentment - those secrets that she had handled, which were enough to shake the whole world, [the client] still had not understood.
[The client]'s body continued to gradually collapse until it lay on the ground like a pool of solidified blood.

The effect of adrenaline can only prolong the dying moment a little bit: even longer than the time [the client] expects.

Unfortunately, the remaining time can only be used to feel sorry for yourself and regret for not doing the job perfectly.

[The client] was lying on the ground, his head resting on his bent right arm; blood from his nostrils and mouth slid down his arm and formed a pool on the ground.

With anger and dissatisfaction, [the client] waited for the last moment of his life.

From this angle, one can just see a narrow slit of sky between the guardrail and the top of the corridor.
【Ah! That.】 It wasn't very clear or distinct, but...
[The client] saw something: a writhing, black mass in a corner of the sky—but he couldn't make out what it was.

The faint vibrations and distortions were still changing and agitating, gradually condensing into a recognizable shape.

At first, she thought it was a hallucination before death - this was not unfamiliar. Various teaching plans and cases gave [the client] a far greater understanding of the final stage of human beings than ordinary people.

But the training they had received made them understand that it was something else.
[One of the premonitory symptoms of ecstasy: seeing strange objects in the sky with the naked eye.]
The printed A4 paper lesson plans for the training class were recorded like this: The wonderful things I saw at this time were consistent with the signs of ecstasy appearing in me -
Oh my god! Oh my god!

[Client] wanted to laugh out loud, but she only had enough strength to pull the corners of her mouth into a twitching grin:

I see it! I see it!

The training was correct - humans, after entering into that divine madness, can see things differently:
My signature. What is my signature? My special ability, my miracle, my madness. What is it exactly?

Panic, excitement, anticipation, fear: [Client] never expected that he would have such a complex and turbulent mood before his life was about to end.
It’s a pity that I no longer have the opportunity to perform the test program to discover the specific manifestations of ecstasy.

Is it possible? Is it possible? If I can see it. If I can discover it, will it be possible that my [ecstasy] is eternal life? Then, I can continue and see other things that happen.

[Client] was taking in less air and exhaling more. Her neck and trapezius muscles had become numb; she lowered her head: her vision was becoming narrow, and the world she could see was squeezing inward, leaving only her outstretched arms—
【Ah! 】

Although everything was blurry, [the client] still saw it: a bulge emerging on his wrist, like a watch worn on the inside.

It wasn't a fracture, nor was it a rupture. Instead, it was more like the skin that begins to break and deform after being exposed to sarin gas.

This scar does not match the client's understanding of the injury he suffered at this time.
The swelling continued to expand, until the skin became transparent, swaying like a burn blister, reflecting the dim sunlight streaming into the corridor and becoming colorful; it spread in all directions until it occupied the entire wrist.

boo.

The cyst burst like a bubble, the wrinkled epidermis flattened, and transparent tissue fluid flowed everywhere, revealing the contents in the center.

Everything was blurry—just a sticky mass that trembled like a flesh-and-blood soldier toy.

"what."

The client heard a thin, mosquito-like hum; but it didn't come from her. She used all her remaining strength to open her eyes a little wider:
The little person that grew out of her wrist was using an arm thinner than a chopstick to wipe away the blisters on her body.
The little man was wearing a wrinkled, pale, dead-skin windbreaker, with blood vessels still pulsating underneath. At his feet were two square suitcases, suitcases with bone pulleys. But like the other objects, they seemed to be made of the client's body parts—
【What's going on--】

"what happened?!"

[Client] before falling into shock and dying from blood loss
She heard the little man scream out for her the doubts that she no longer had the strength to speak.

(End of this chapter)