[Comprehensive] Doing a puzzle

— want, want to live.

—No matter what, I want to live.

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A hot sting came from the back, and there was an itchy pain all over the body, as if being pierced by countless needles, and the bound hands were dulled by the rough rope and painful.Because of such painful torture, she kept panting low, like a fish lacking oxygen, trying to relieve the pain in her body.

Separate and overlapping silhouettes gradually appeared in the originally empty field of vision.

……Red.

All around are eerie bright red.

She could finally see what was happening around her—a spacious Japanese room with dimly lit candlesticks at the corners.The tea-colored shoji paper door of Yamabuki depicts mountains and galloping horses, exuding a sense of wealth and dignity.

In front of her was a man lying down, wearing a gray bathrobe, with a pool of blood spreading under his body.The hot blood hadn't lost its temperature yet, and spread viscously around, dyeing the originally clean tatami into a dirty color.

Seeing this horrific sight clearly, she took a soft breath.

At the same time, there was a strange sound outside the paper door.Not footsteps, just the sound of metal rubbing against each other.With a few soft sounds, several men landed in front of her like shadows.

"Dian, the voice just now was..."

"--temple?!"

These men were all dressed up in armor, with white cloths with ethnic patterns tattooed on their foreheads.When they saw the man lying in a pool of blood, they immediately erupted as if a pot had exploded.

She stared at the scene in front of her in a daze, watching them check the corpse repeatedly and running around without knowing it.Because she couldn't comprehend the scene in front of her, she simply fell into her own thoughts.

Her name is Sato Izumi, and she is a created, empty and boring character.For the desire of the creator, she kept harvesting the favorability of others.When the favorability of others towards her rises, she can acquire her own memories and emotions.She used to chase the so-called "memory" crazily, but in the end she was killed in the police station with potion by accident.

She thought that with death, her mission was over.It now appears that is not the case.The memory flowed upside down, and she returned to the state where there was nothing in her mind and only basic common sense of life, just like clearing the game save file and returning to the prologue interface.Memories of living in modern-day Tokyo become distant, as if hundreds of years have passed.

—Are you going to do it again?

She murmured to herself.

"Did this guy do it?"

"She's the only one here...but what happened to her injuries?"

"Hey! What's the matter with you!"

There were two people who were questioning her loudly, but she was in a daze, and only dealt with them with a bewildered expression.The person in front of me came and went, and finally turned into a dark-haired man in his 20s.He knelt down and asked her in a righteous and masculine voice: "What happened here?"

His voice finally brought Sato Izumi back to his senses.However, even when she was awake, she couldn't give an effective answer, and could only say blankly: "...I don't know...Hiss, it hurts."

When her thoughts returned to her body, the pain from the wound on her body also came back at the same time, and they all broke out, making her frown and reveal a painful expression.

She had never experienced such pain before, at most it was just a fall and sprain.This kind of pain made her almost shed tears—it's a pity that she couldn't cry.

"I don't know?" the black-haired man in front of him repeated sullenly.

This man has neat long black hair, and his facial features are resolute. He looks like an upright and resolute person.His forehead was covered with a white bandage like the others.However, he clearly has more status than the others, as he is known as "Hashirama-sama".

"...I don't know." Sato Izumi lowered his head and said truthfully, "I don't remember anything."

"Don't know anything?" Hashirama showed a troubled expression, groping his chin: "Then what did you see? For example, my client, how did His Royal Highness die here? Who did it? How could you Here, he looks like he has just been tortured... or something like that, see?"

"...I don't remember." Her voice became softer.

"Trouble, trouble." Hashirama walked to the daimyo's body and said, "The client died under our heavy protection. Is the Uchiha clan already so powerful? Madara has come?"

Seeing that their leader was about to start a wave of blowing Madara again, the other ninjas beside Hashirama couldn't help reminding: "Isn't this girl too suspicious?"

Hashirama cast her eyes on the girl.

Her hands and feet were bound, like a fish forced to run aground, with her legs bent and half paralyzed on the ground.The rudimentary white bathrobe has numerous torn gaps, and there are marks of whiplash on the back and calves.The dazzling blood color and the impure white form a stark contrast.

"Looking at the way the rope is tied, the person who tied her put a lot of effort into it." Hashirama became serious, and reprimanded: "What can such a tightly tied little girl do! Her name is the ice pick Stabbed to death, this is obviously the work of a ninja."

Hashirama's subordinates also knew that their leader was a kind man.Even if the little girl in front of him is [-] points of suspicion, as long as there is even a point of innocence, Zhu Jian will not charge her with any crime.

Their Senshou clan is one of the best ninja families in the ninja world, and they have always received such important tasks as protecting the daimyo.The only ones who can compete with them in the ninja world are the Uchiha clan.But now that the Uchiha clan didn't appear on the stage, the client daimyo died under heavy guards for no apparent reason.If this is said, the Uchiha clan will probably sneer and ridicule.

"Master Hashirama." A ninja walked into the Japanese room and approached Hashirama's ear.

"I asked the courtiers of the Daming Mansion. This girl seems to be... seems to be... His Royal Highness's hobby. It's just..." The ninja's eyes fell on her back that had been whipped to a mess, and she was a little bit embarrassed to say The fact: "She is His Royal Highness's woman."

As more information was obtained, Hashirama's expression became serious.

The ninjas can defend the surroundings of the Daming Mansion extremely tightly, but they are not qualified to prevent the Daming from playing with his concubines.

The ninja who was talking to Zhuma frowned, raised his dagger towards Izumi Sato, and made a warning gesture: "This woman..."

Izumi Sato could feel that the atmosphere at the moment was really tense.They were not just joking, they were really vigilant and murderous, just like the man who fell on the ground was indeed a corpse, all of this is a terrible fact.

She stiffened her body, her pupils narrowed slightly in fear.

Because of fear, her body underwent uncontrollable changes.The air around her dried up, and the moisture condensed into fine ice picks, flying in all directions in a mess.All of a sudden, the ninjas in the room jumped up and down to dodge the ice picks.

Seeing the familiar ice cone, the ninjas shouted.

"This is the guy—"

"She's the one who killed the daimyo!"

The shout beside his ear made Izumi Sato's heart even more flustered.She managed to maintain her composure and repeated a sentence: "I don't know...I don't remember anything...I can't remember anything!"

The ice picks that fell to the ground and shattered were spliced ​​together and condensed again, bumping around in the room.

The pillars were confused.

He had originally considered the possibility that the little girl was innocent, but now it seemed that she was the one who killed Daming.

The daimyo's private hobbies are indeed disgusting--the forced purchase of beautiful girls from nearby villages, under the pretense of taking them home as concubines, but in fact abusing them with whips and needles.There are no fewer than five girls who died for this.If the girl in front of me hadn't killed the daimyo, she might have become the sixth one.

"Forget it." Hashirama said to his subordinates: "Our task is only to protect the daimyo, not to hunt down the murderer. Let me handle this little girl."

"Master Hashirama—"

The cries of dissatisfaction from the subordinates did not make Senju Bashirama change his mind.He has always been a generous and kind person, and he regrets the unnatural death most.The contemptuous behavior of the client's daimyo made him extremely disdainful.He doesn't think he is a radical who is jealous and hateful, but he still has the most basic black and white cognition.

This girl's memory is confused, her mind is confused, and she has no ability to control ninjutsu.It is very likely that she was stimulated too much when she was abused, so she ran away and killed the daimyo.

Before Qianshou Zhujian, there were two choices.

Hand her over to the daimyo and let them punish her.Or, if you don't know anything, just cover it up.The correct approach should be the first one, but Senjujuma chose the second one.

Maybe, just because he accidentally glanced at the bloodstains on her hands, those glaring marks could not go away, which made him make such a choice.

As for the daimyo - return the entrustment money and it's over.After all, although ninjas seem to obey the regime, they possess a power that cannot be underestimated.It is not a correct choice to anger the Thousand Hands because of the failure of the mission.

Hashirama asked the female ninja to clean up her wounds and find her a piece of clothing.After a while, the girl who caused the commotion came back to Hashirama.

There were many bandages on her hands and face, and she walked unsteadily.A men's haori donated by some well-meaning person is draped over her shoulders, which looks empty and doesn't fit well.

"where is your home?"

"Can not remember."

"What about the parents' names?"

"Can not remember."

"When was it brought here? What about the scenery on the road? Do you remember the iconic things?"

"Can not remember."

Zhu Jian showed a helpless look, laughed dryly a few times, and said, "Then what do you remember?"

"My name is Quan."

"Quan... oh, Quan."

Hashirama instantly thought of Uchiha Madara's younger brother.

The Uchiha clansman also had a similar name, but with a different pronunciation at the end.

As the suspect who killed the client, this girl with nowhere to go is not suitable to be brought back to the clan, and can only be resettled somewhere outside the clan.When her wounds gradually healed and the bandages on her face were removed, Hashirama felt lucky belatedly.

——At that time, in front of the Thousand Hands Clan, she wrapped her face with a bandage so that others could not see her face. For her, and for the Thousand Hands Clan, this was a lucky thing .

Her appearance is too dazzling, it will definitely make people distracted from the task.