2. Visiting the prison

Good, I hope you can join the Elves Poetry Society that I personally established, so that you can be hanged as a contemporary influential bard, rather than being hanged like a thief

He continued, "However, the prosecutor's office disagrees, primarily because the chief prosecutor herself disagrees. She said you must be hanged after dinner. This way, we can still have a bonfire party. The Supreme Prosecutor's Office even specially approved one hundred fireworks for this, haha..."

However, I am in unrequited love

What is it

Ding ding ding ding

Literature, is it not distinct? I privately express my doubts

She took out the reagent from her backpack and began to carefully pack it into an envelope, being exceedingly cautious. Inside her backpack was a small balance scale; she used tweezers to hold the weights and measured out some colorless powder, applying a layer of gelatin to the back of the letter. She did not wear protective gloves, and such actions were incredibly dangerous, yet she did not blink an eye, her hands steady as if they were mechanical. Then, she began to set up the mechanism for the mouth of the envelope using twine. She did not wear protective gloves, and such actions were incredibly dangerous, yet she did not blink an eye, her hands steady as if they were mechanical. Then, she began to set up the mechanism for the mouth of the envelope using twine.

Time passes quickly. She was very sad when it was time to leave

"You know her too." She was very excited, while I felt quite helpless

I held the triangular file, my mind blank for a moment, sighed, and put it back.

The door opened without regard for my feelings, and I cast a disdainful glance, ready to scold the newcomer harshly. I am dying, so who am I afraid of?

I nodded

The ringtone exudes impatience, ringing in a very irritable manner

I sighed: "You are right. Since I am going to die, I might as well die completely. If one dissects me, there will be future generations. However, I still have some regrets and hope to fulfill them before I die"

The originally clean streets are now plastered with advertisements and posters, all conveying a similar message: Friend, have you ever hated someone? XX brand poison ink, military-grade chili powder, super glue, and kraft paper are essential items for your home travel, murder, and smuggling needs

We are all very calm, and I watch her leave. I want to calmly see her off, continuously praying in my heart.

"Drinking!" I quickly turned my head and saw the lipstick mark in the mirror, hastily pretending to drink while wiping my face. "I am very tired, I want to rest for a while before I die."

"Please feel free," the warden said as he left. "When drunk, one does not feel pain. If we could indulge in a bit of drunken madness, we would find it quite entertaining to watch you hang."

"You are a literary master!" she exclaimed, "You have no idea the significance of this action. It will draw great attention to literature and the arts, revitalizing the profession of the bard."

No need, it is as it should be

I am leaving now," she said despondently, "take care of yourself...

Xiandu Square is the most magnificent place in the capital city of the kingdom, Xiandu City, located right at the city gate entrance. In the center of the wide bridge square, directly facing the castle gate and the gable, surrounded by fountains and waterways, stand extremely grandiose giant statues all around the square

No! She is innocent, but after all, she is not a fool

Use your soon-to-be-fallen body to help more lives carry souls! Dr. Shanshan told me that there is now a way to preserve fresh organs and replace them for the injured. Thus, even if you die, the meaning of your life still exists. The key to success lies solely in selfless dedication at the end of life; a person only has one such selfless moment in a lifetime. I believe this is the best way to eliminate original sin. The key to success lies solely in selfless dedication at the end of life; a person only has one such selfless moment in a lifetime. I believe this is the best way to eliminate original sin.

Have I ever said that I love someone? She is that person

"Allow me to introduce myself." She took out a letter of introduction, which was a large oak leaf, "I am Sophie, the President of the High Elven Literary Association"

She said that she would forever pray for my soul

Thus, it can be said that this is a profession that scholars had to engage in during a time of necessity. Is there really a need for revival? Nowadays, one can simply transcribe a few lines of exquisite poetry and publish them in the Niucheng Evening News, or compile some sensational news stories, and the remuneration is quite astonishing. Even fishermen have written self-aggrandizing autobiographies depicting their lives, which are selling well on the streets. In this era where writing is as dynamic as the wind and thunder, is there any form of writing that does not sell well?

My nose is all twisted from anger, and I've had quite a bit to drink: "I... am not guilty. Even if I were guilty, it would only be for being drunk. Even if you pray for me, it won't help anyone. Hahaha..." I raised the bottle high and began on the second one

When the door opened, it was indeed a beautiful woman! Entering was a fairy-like lady with very fair skin, holding a small notebook and a feather quill. It was a dragon feather, colorful and elegant, and with this quill, it could be proven that she was of considerable significance hetushu .com .com

There is a small bell in the cell connected to the outside, swaying next to the chandelier on the ceiling. The guard shouts from the corridor: "There are guests!" I quickly sit up on the sofa, crossing my legs.

I have feelings for someone in my heart, while my body belongs to another. Neither of them is her. She is the one who bandages my wounds. No matter what kind of injury I have, she can heal me. Once, when I cut my hand, she ran back from over four hundred miles away; we have an unspoken understanding between us. She always waits silently. I also wait, for her to let me out of the hospital

I can understand their emotions; life, after all, is full of ups and downs. However, I am truly innocent

Then she suddenly kissed me and said, "This is the first time I've been so absurd." She clutched those documents, lowered her head, and ran away like a rabbit. A bard? Haha, I may not have succeeded as an assassin, but dying as a bard isn't too bad either

I took a glance, and then broke into a cold sweat, almost immediately jumping up from the bed, my face flushed. She is my idol, she is the best in the world, forever and always the best

She joined the choir almost as soon as she could speak, and by the age of five, she was already beloved and talked about by the people of Xiandu. At the age of twelve, she received distinguished guests at the cathedral as the most important altar girl, accompanying the Pope to nearly all significant ceremonies. At fifteen, the Pope declared her a holy priest, exercising the sacred office. This was almost tantamount to announcing her as the Pope's successor. However, she is only seventeen this year.

Perhaps due to having lived in the church since childhood, she lacked contact with the outside world. She was indeed very naive, with an innocent appearance, sporting short golden hair and wearing a snow-white shirt paired with a light yellow skirt. In the entire Bright Church, she was the only one who could wear whatever she wanted. Her large eyes were wide open, primarily expressing skepticism about the lipstick mark on my face

I am almost dying

He said: "It is a bit too close. Originally, we designed to start from the capital of the Elf Kingdom, the Eternal Life Forest, run to the southernmost point of the continent, the Goblin City of Pulsmart, and then take a boat back east, passing through the Gnome Modern City... This way, we can achieve the best promotional effect"

She thought for a moment and changed her words: "Alright then, one hour, feel free to take some advantage." It is evident that the public opinion regarding plagiarism poses a significant threat to literati. She decided to make a small sacrifice, after all, I will be dead soon.

She took it and looked at it; there was no issue. The primary concern is the handwriting on my envelope. For this plan, the monsters only need to open the letter to have already succeeded halfway.

Then he asked me if I was considerate enough, and I nodded, indicating that I could not be more considerate. I could almost envision the chairman of the carpenters' union collaborating with the chief prosecutor to plan a bright future, sharing profits, and squandering public funds. Someone once said that the carpenters' union was an evil organization; I did not believe it then, but now I do.

She suddenly sighed

She believes that my admiration for her is a matter of course

However, those burly knights did not think so; they said the time had come. I expressed my desire to stay a little longer, but they disagreed. When they forcibly pulled me away, there was no finesse involved. I was returned to my cell, but this time it was a different room. There were no cheers, no welcoming lines; it was a very quiet single room, and even the guards were stationed far away at the end of the corridor, ensuring no disturbances. The warden informed me that this was a place reserved for the most notorious criminals, requiring not only a long list of offenses but also a certain level of prestige. I was returned to my cell, but this time it was a different room. There were no cheers, no welcoming lines; it was a very quiet single room, and even the guards were stationed far away at the end of the corridor, ensuring no disturbances. The warden informed me that this was a place reserved for the most notorious criminals, requiring not only a long list of offenses but also a certain level of prestige.

I believe that reputation and such matters are of little importance. The fact that Jean is willing to brave the wind to meet me at this time is already very satisfying to me

They all sat in wheelchairs, drooling like idiots, casting venomous glances at me and giving me the middle finger. Their wives, mistresses, and sisters-in-law spat at me together, making me feel like the leader of a beggar gang, and they even hit me with vegetables they had secretly brought.

He said, "That is not hanging, it is a pit execution. We uphold the good intentions of the procuratorate..." As he spoke, he wiped the grease from his fingers; I believe he was eating roast chicken before I arrived. He showed me the contract he signed, pointing to the standards listed, and said, "You must die in a magnificent manner, die high up! First, strangle with a rope, then directly set fire to the wood, and finally scatter your ashes into the rivers, so that they may coexist with the land of the immortals, becoming immortal, allowing as many people as possible to see it."

She remained silent for a while, then honestly told me: "Prayer cannot save your life from the gallows. The Pope said, I cannot save your life. This is fate, it is original sin"

"It is not permissible in secret, nor is it acceptable in name," she said firmly. "I am a member of the clergy; this is blasphemy and will only increase your original sin"

I hesitated and asked, "Do I resemble a minstrel?" I must admit that in the skill of petty theft, I share a commonality with minstrels

She has already thought of the slogan: The first person to die unjustly for literature. Then she will inscribe on my tombstone: Your pen is like a sharp sword, bravely move forward, my friend

I don't want to write, but I have to. For no particular reason. Because she is Jean. I forced a smile and spent some time writing the letter to her. "Can you check this? Is it okay like this?"

Can you marry me

The president of the woodworking association personally came to ask me: "Are you satisfied with this table?" He pushed the switch with his hand, and the flap under the crank opened, making a creaking sound as it swayed back and forth. I felt as if I would step into thin air from here, performing the exquisite skill of swinging with my neck.

I merely wanted to take advantage of the situation; seeing her so happy, I just nodded along. Unconsciously, I had already taken her hand: "I think what you said is very right. Since we are going to die, we might as well die heroically. If I am to be hanged, let it be so, for the sake of those who come after. However, I still have some regrets and hope to find fulfillment before I die"

I knew that Shanshan liked my eyes. When she was bandaging my wounds, she often mentioned, whether intentionally or not, that she liked my eyes—those shiny, dark eyes filled with pain

Please be brief. I am in a hurry and I sincerely hope to develop something more with her in my lifetime

I now finally understand why the conditions in solitary confinement are so good; they are not prepared for the prisoners, but for the visitors. When a prisoner dies, they are gone, but the visitors will not die. They will go out and say that the prison is terrible, not humane at all, and when they are unhappy, they can use this as an excuse to slap the prison guards.

The beautiful young priestess Laurena from the Cathedral of Light has arrived. Although she is still quite young, she is already close to the ranks of high priests. The Pope intends to cultivate her, and she herself is very diligent. Few who have visited the Celestial Capital do not know her. She is the little angel of the cathedral, possessing an angelic voice, an angelic face, and an angelic pure heart

Who is it! I shouted, and now I really want to know how to refuse visitors, but that little bell doesn't seem to have that function

Will you marry me?

No! I only feel the world spinning and collapsing. She has forgotten me completely, not remembering me at all. Moreover, I do not want to write a letter, not because I can sit here and write one, right?

A large crowd surged around me, saying, "We know you are innocent. But you must die. Because the economy is currently in a downturn. Your death would be big news, creating numerous job opportunities, from new positions in the prosecutor's office and hospitals to work for carpenters. Insurance companies are strongly calling for the elimination of this national traitor, and manufacturers of ink, chili powder, and adhesives unanimously demand my death, even the producers of kraft paper claim I am guilty

I heard her running out of the corridor as if she were fleeing for her life, her footsteps echoing continuously.

To make a long story short. She appeared somewhat agitated, saying, I read the letter you wrote to the Wind Serpent. A warrior filled with justice, daring to confront the harshness of life, daring to face the flowing blood...

I am somewhat surprised: "I have always been a thief; assassin and thief are synonymous. The distinction is even smaller for an assassin who has not graduated from middle school."

Could it be that I told her the chairman of the Writers' Association just left here? I cleared my throat and said, "Ahem, life is exhausting from the moment one is born"

I asked, "Why does the carpenter have anything to do with me?" They then took me to visit the current Xiandu Square

I know that person

Hello! I laughed heartily, "Come back, I will sign for you."

Then she looked at me with a strange expression, as if filled with doubt: "Your silhouette seems very familiar."

She gazed at me and said, "I came to find you because you strangely remind me of a friend from long ago. You resemble him, but you are not him after all; he is exceptional, and you are too foolish. He would never fall to this level. He is more capable than I am; he is a master."

I express my dissatisfaction with their recklessness: "Isn't the proximity of Linzhen a bit too close?"

Shan Shan · Fule? I weakly utter the name associated with books

I said: "Is it you who will die or me? Another five meters lower is no problem."

I said: "Well, forget it. However, I feel like I have seen your slogan and epitaph somewhere. It seems that there is a statue base in Xiandu Square that has the inscription 'Your heart is like a sharp arrow' or something like that."

He said: "You need not worry about this; during the process of turning you to ashes, we have prepared twenty-four dancing girls to prevent everyone from becoming impatient due to the long wait. The program is currently in intensive rehearsal, and the long-distance runner who will ignite the pile of wood beneath your body has already set off from Lin Town at dawn, holding the sacred torch."

She has not yet realized: "You said!"

"Do you want to donate your organs to the church?" Her big eyes blinked earnestly, displaying a very serious demeanor.

She asked, "You have helped me; before you die, do you not want me to do something in return for you?"

"Go away, who wants you dead!" She took out a large stack of paper, not an authorization contract, but letterhead. "Spare me, your life is worth nothing. Hurry up, rewrite the letters to the Faceless One and the Wind Serpent."

Time truly passes quickly. As she was leaving, she said: "You are a rogue"

I cannot escape. If I leave, Jean will be finished. Perhaps I have never told anyone that I am a very stubborn person, sometimes even foolish. The chairman of the literary association is waiting for my death to gain fame, and Shanshan is eagerly anticipating my vital organs. I do not know what I truly want to do. For many years, I have been willfully following my feelings, without using my brain.

I exclaimed, "I am going to die!"

She flushed with anger and stamped her foot, saying, "I am leaving"

This cannot be blamed on me; you were all present at the time. Hey, say something for me!

Beneath her statue, carpenters were busy constructing the gallows for me, while I watched them work. The project was substantial, as the prosecutor's office had allocated a significant amount of money. I will be hanged in the most prosperous area of this city, as it will allow a larger number of people to witness my death

I replied softly, "Mm." We are all assassins, and there is no need for unnecessary pleasantries. I guessed she was about to embark on the most dangerous mission in a thousand years; otherwise, why would she be sealing envelopes here? The Alliance Postal Service would not send anyone to deliver the letter; she had to do it herself. It is very likely that she would follow the day after my death. This is the perilous lifestyle of an assassin, driven by self-imposed pressure, with no choices to be made. The Alliance Postal Service would not send anyone to deliver the letter; she had to do it herself. It is very likely that she would follow the day after my death. This is the perilous lifestyle of an assassin, driven by self-imposed pressure, with no choices to be made.

I smile, yet I cannot bring myself to speak.

She said: "It is not acceptable in private, nor is it permissible in terms of reputation"

"Alright then," she said, "I won't attend the party where you play with the rope around your neck."

She is very confused: "How can I be so tired?"

Does she still not understand that I am no longer in control of myself? She cannot obtain my love, yet she still desires my heart, that beating heart, to be taken with a scalpel, with preservatives and saline solution. Look at her stance; she wishes she could take everything from me, then turn around and build a wooden frame to place me inside, and that would be another version of me

She gritted her teeth and said, "I will give you half an hour!"

I am very tired. Although I feel that there are many happy memories to slowly savor on the road to the underworld, I am very tired

Oh! I did not know I had this potential. If I had known earlier, I would have studied literature. As for the minstrel, I remember it was an earlier term for literary professionals. At that time, professional literati were essentially minstrels, struggling to make a living, unable to earn money from writing, and everyone was so hungry that they resorted to singing on the streets to promote their works, while also engaging in petty theft during their excursions to avoid being left without clothes to wear

It should be.

She trembled all over and began to shiver violently. Her complexion gradually changed from pale to rosy. She turned around, her eyes glistening with tears, and softly said in a strange voice: "Hey, the valiant and invincible little spy!"

I gazed at the young girl who had been sent here at her behest

Really?" She turned around and suddenly asked, "How much did the chairman of the Writers' Association who just went out contribute?"

It is too high

Jean suddenly covered her face and cried, then turned and ran away without looking back. When she left, she left her backpack behind, and I saw that it contained a detonator, as well as a knife and a steel file

She looked at me with her bright, glistening eyes. These eyes were very clear, filled with expectation. She timidly asked, "Are you willing or not?"

She was silent for a moment, seemingly pondering my words. "What you say makes sense, but you are still guilty. I am here to help you; I will pray for you and atone for your soul"

I lost both my parents when I was four years old, but I refused to go to an orphanage, choosing instead to live in the house they left me. In this world, I stand alone, occasionally having a few friends, all of whom are like Shanshan. At least Shanshan remembers me; she has been wrapping my head with gauze since childhood. Those dwarf brothers have probably long since gotten drunk, unaware of where they have collapsed. They will only discover that I have been strangled when the pumpkin wine is ready for release next year. At least Shanshan remembers me; she has been wrapping my head with gauze since childhood. Those dwarf brothers have probably long since gotten drunk, unaware of where they have collapsed. They will only discover that I have been strangled when the pumpkin wine is ready for release next year

"Yes, original sin!" I asked impatiently, "Since it is original sin, what are you doing here?" Those who are already drunk do not like to study philosophy, and neither do those who are half-drunk. Moreover, this is simply asking me to bow my head and admit my fault. I am prepared to roar at anyone who tries to make me bow my head and admit my fault after drinking.

This villain

Dingling ... ...

I will always remember that during my last year in preschool, she jumped onto the table at the warm-up dance and lifted her skirt, saying: "Brothers, join the assassin training class and serve the country!"

"Jean," I said to her awkwardly, "if you want me to die, I will die for you immediately"

Cough. I signed the donation document, one hour.

That year, I was six years old and she was eight. I was still a delicate flower in a greenhouse, while she had already earned the title of the "National-Level Beautiful Girl Killer." She had completed four missions, killing sixty-four people, among whom four were first-degree wanted criminals, twenty-six were second-degree wanted criminals, and thirty-four were unfortunate perverts who happened to pass by. They all died for the same reason: they wanted to help her cross the street. She despised middle-aged men.

She is so outstanding and beautiful! She is my lifelong pursuit, my dream, the princess in my dreams every night. I am madly in love with her, admire her, and have a secret crush on her. It is for her that I became an assassin, just to be able to secretly watch her and paint her portrait

On the pedestal of a statue of a fairy, there is an inscription commemorating her: "Your heart is like a sharp arrow, bravely move forward, my friend!" These few short sentences possess a strong evocative power, instantly immersing one in a legendary atmosphere. At the bottom, there is a small note in parentheses that is not easily noticed upon a cursory glance: a patriotic woman, who died in a car accident in the year 692 of the Immortal Capital. The joint signatories include the Minister of Transportation, the Director of Agriculture and Forestry, the President of the Joint Carriage Association, the President of the Chamber of Commerce, and members of the Cabinet... My God, she is connected to at least forty officials; no wonder she can already be called patriotic.

However, I know that Shanshan will not come to see me, will not come to meet me for the last time. There are some misunderstandings between us that are not misunderstandings; both of us are not sufficiently honest.

I did not expect that the bell rang again

He said: "If it is not so high, it will not die."

Only after all the envelopes were sealed did she finally breathe a sigh of relief

She is the Chief Executive Officer of the Intelligence Operations Division of the Seventh Bureau under the Intelligence Agency. Apart from her name, Jean Langston, everything about her is classified as state secrets. While I was in preschool dreaming of being a petty thief, she was already an assassin; when I was in the assassin training class learning to use a sap, she had already become a renowned beautiful killer, now the killer among killers. She has a dedicated dressing room at the Intelligence Agency, and anyone's photo appearing on the inside of her wardrobe door is basically a death sentence.

I said: "Oh!" but my eyes were fixed on her thighs. A glance less is a glance missed

I am too familiar with it

I looked around the room; it was somewhat dim, as there was only a tall skylight. Aside from that, it was quite nice, with a bathroom, a sofa, a small desk, a beautiful carpet on the floor, and a box of wine available for drinking at will

No. She noticed it and withdrew her hand

I forced a smile. Every woman harbors a flawless shadow in her heart; if it is not perfect, time will assist in making it so. The downtrodden me is utterly incongruous with the shadow she holds in her heart

Is there anyone more unfortunate than I am

I sighed and said, "Doesn't that mean I would be making a sacrifice in vain"

I regard this as a form of self-cultivation

Shanshan is a friend I had to get to know; I used to bear injuries every day for the sake of graduating from middle school. She is studying medicine, and the medical school is an institution under the cathedral, governed by the church. She was always responsible for treating my wounds. Theoretically, it would be safest not to know such a friend. It seems that Laurena's appearance is by no means a coincidence; Shanshan has already become a very famous senior physician, working in the cathedral to save lives. She must have pleaded for me with the Pope, but the Pope said there was no hope, so she settled for a second option—coveting my living bodily organs. It seems that Laurena's appearance is by no means a coincidence; Shanshan has already become a very famous senior physician, working in the cathedral to save lives. She must have pleaded for me with the Pope, but the Pope said there was no hope, so she settled for a second option—coveting my living bodily organs.

I have indeed seen this guest before

I reached out, and Laurena handed over the form. I looked at it, my front paws recoiling like a frightened dog, overwhelmed by a desire to roll on the ground. What is this? It was a shocking glimpse. It listed: nose, ears, twenty-eight teeth, heart, liver, spleen, pancreas, kidneys, tripe, several meters of large intestine, several meters of small intestine... What took my breath away the most was that she wanted my eyes. My eyes are good, with sharp vision, able to clearly see the small print in books even at night. It listed: nose, ears, twenty-eight teeth, heart, liver, spleen, pancreas, kidneys, tripe, several meters of large intestine, several meters of small intestine... What took my breath away the most was that she wanted my eyes. My eyes are good, with sharp vision, able to clearly see the small print in books even at night.

But in the end, I could no longer hold back: "Gene, twelve years ago you stood on the table and said, 'Hey, brothers, join the assassin training program and serve the country!'"

I chuckled in disbelief: "You consider saving my soul as a form of cultivation? That is truly disrespectful." I turned over and sat up: "Go ahead, tell me how to save it."

I sighed, put down the bottle, waved my hand at her, and drunkenly said: "If I weren't so unlucky, I wouldn't be guilty, and you wouldn't have to pray for me. Others may not know what really happened, but I think you do, otherwise you wouldn't have come here. You know I am innocent, right? But even if you pray for me, those who are meant to have a runny nose will still have a runny nose, and those who are meant to cry will still cry, and those with sticky brown paper envelopes will still have them stuck. If you really want to pray, just pray that I won't be hanged."

I opened a bottle of wine, and I felt an overwhelming urge to laugh out loud. I picked up the bottle and directed it towards the high, ventilated window: "Lord, grant me a girl!"

Nonsense, I am your senior sister

Countless strange thoughts arise together: blasphemy, devotion, pure kisses

I told everyone, "Hey, I am innocent." Along the way, I spoke to the newly appointed law enforcement officer and the paralyzed mailman. I also saw several victims; in my mind, this was an unfortunate accident. However, the area they occupied had a sign that read—"Seats for Victims and Their Families." They particularly emphasized that this was not a natural disaster, but a man-made calamity, and the insurance company similarly refused to provide compensation

Why say that? Laurena has never dealt with criminals, let alone with intoxicated ones, and she feels a bit nervous. She is simply too innocent, too naive, or at least she appears to be so

I opened a bottle of wine and gulped it down. Little did I know, not even a minute after she left, the little bell rang crisply again. The guard outside the corridor shouted: "There is a visitor!"

She took out a document, and I nearly fainted from anger

She spoke passionately and generously praised without sparing any words, leaving me no room for clarity; once she succeeds, she will become a prominent figure, directly challenging the highest honor of the Elven race—the position of Moon Priestess—with her indomitable beauty and incisive writing. ... That is merely the first step, as the Moon Priestess is equivalent to a military district commander, and literature knows no borders.

I would rather be strangled than let her see me in such a miserable state. I cleared my throat: "Ahem, Jean, you still look so great."

What are you doing

I said: "Oh, such a long time, it is too painful, the audience will lose patience."

She continued, "In fact, according to your plan, you should be the hero. Over the years, no one has dared to deal with the monsters; the intelligence agency has been searching for opportunities to eliminate them. I am also quite surprised that someone would attempt to kill them in this manner. However, I think it might not be impossible. You are better than I imagined. I do not have the authority to rescue you, at most I can help you validate this dream. Perhaps one or two months after your death, I might be able to vindicate you"

I am at a loss for words; buying ink and chili powder with me is almost on the same route. Could this be fate predetermined by the heavens?

From my voice, she seemed to suddenly think of something, but did not speak it out loud. She gritted her teeth, nodded, and her complexion was quite poor

I observed her work closely; both ends of the envelope were designed with triggering mechanisms. Inside a thin, gossamer-like triggering device, I could not discern what exactly was contained. She carefully folded that item into the letter, gently crumpling it to prevent others from identifying it by touch. The process and materials were too complex for someone like me, a clumsy thief who never graduated from middle school, to comprehend. She used different ingredients for different targets, as the monsters were cunning and suspicious. She disguised the letter so well that no flaws could be detected, nor could any scent be discerned. When the letter was delivered, the reaction was triggered upon opening, maximizing its harmful effect. These envelopes were particularly labor-intensive to create; they needed to be sturdy and tightly sealed, while also resistant to corrosion.

I smiled and shook her hand: "Safe travels."