The lights in the hospital went out one by one. It was already lights-out time.
The corridor was deserted.
Hori Chie endured another half hour in a bathroom stall. She cautiously looked outside and found no one there. Aside from the lights still on in a few rooms, everywhere else was quiet.
"It's time."
"...?"
A sickly sweet fragrance wafted into her nose. Hori Chie entered a room and saw that old man with the wandering hands, snoring like thunder.
"...Ah, he's asleep." Hori Chie even made a little noise, but the old bastard still did not react at all, continuing to snore thunderously. Hori Chie waved a hand again. "...Hello~"
She even poked his face. His greasy skin seemed coated in lard, and Hori Chie wiped her hand with distaste.
"...Out cold."
Hori Chie swept her gaze around the room. She even had the leisure to inspect its furnishings, and could not help being surprised. This was a luxurious setup. An en suite bathroom, sofa, coffee table, and refrigerator—it had everything, an extremely lavish arrangement.
"Impressive."
This was far better equipped than an ordinary hotel room. Hori Chie could not help sighing.
Hori Chie flopped onto the sofa and lounged there, watching the old bastard sleeping on the bed. He had to be an old man with some influence, otherwise he would not receive treatment like this. Tsukiyama Shū had also said that this old pervert must be quite wealthy. There were also many expensive desserts in the room, and she greedily picked up a mango and sniffed it.
The mango's fragrance was enticing.
But the other side had already rotted. It seemed the old bastard had more food and drink than he could ever need, which was why it had been left to rot.
"Hmph..."
Hori Chie snorted