Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"Small" is literal, because Chris really does look quite small...

"Come on," Chris rolled her eyes. "I didn't want to get involved in this in the first place. I was lying in the hospital when the security bureau suddenly took me away and then made me work for you. It's so ridiculous... You go ahead, I'll stay here and watch the car."

"If you don't go, I'll record what you did in the report, saying that you didn't cooperate with my work, which seriously affected the efficiency of the operation..."

Rhea said half-jokingly, although to Chris, this sounded more like an open threat, since the other party was, after all, someone from the Security Bureau.

Moreover, his escape plan might fall through, so until then, he should try to protect himself.

"Ugh......"

It's like being caught in a trap; the tiger forcibly dragged me onto its back.

The medal could only be received by a living person, but she only felt tired when her military overcoat brushed against the metal plate.

Now, perhaps it is precisely because the reflection of this piece of iron is too dazzling that she is in this predicament; otherwise, she should already be breathing the air of freedom on foreign soil.

Oh well, oh well, we've already come this far...

General Chris, with the velvet trim of her coat around her neck, jogged after him.

"I'm not a military policeman, I'm just a lowly infantryman, I'm no use in finding people!"

Nevertheless, Chris continued to complain on the way to the hotel.

"I don't care," Rhea said, her hands behind her head, looking nonchalant. It seemed as if they were there more as a temporary stop than as a secret mission.

"I'm not a superman, after all. If I could have one more person to help me, that person would be you, Sergeant. Since the bureau assigned you, it means you must have some extraordinary abilities. I hope you're willing to use those abilities to help me, both for your sake and for mine."

......

Chris sighed, speechless. "Alright, that's a bit too simplistic a line."

"Not natural enough?"

"almost."

Rhea asked with some doubt, "You were also appointed to this mission in a time of crisis, weren't you? Shouldn't you act like a soldier and faithfully carry out your duties?"

"I didn't come here voluntarily, and... well, in this country, being too confident in your abilities is a sure way to die. Let's just wait and see."

She decided to stop making a fuss and leave everything to time.

From the very beginning, Chris was unable to decide her own path, except for her decision to hand over all the money to the local bully...

This place is absolutely awful...

......

"Hello, I'd like to go to my relative's room to get something. His name is Joseph Krim, and he won't be back for a few days. Could you tell me his room number?"

"Hello, he lives in room 401, at the end of the right-hand corridor on the fourth floor. He said he doesn't want to be disturbed, and the room might be a bit messy. Do you have a key?"

"401... Of course, thank you."

......

......

Before long, the two of them arrived at room 401, following the directions given by the receptionist.

What puzzled Chris was Rhea's response to the receptionist.

When did you get the key?

Rhea had already crouched down and pulled two metal rods of different shapes from her pocket.

"It doesn't matter if we don't have them, our country uses old-fashioned locks."

"A secret agent isn't a thief, how could they pick locks?"

In her spare time, Chris joked.

"You're not a doctor, but you still know how to remove someone's head, right?"

"Tch..."

......

A minute later, the door opened smoothly. This was probably because the hotel itself was quite poor, and the surveillance cameras didn't notice this spot at all, or rather, there were no cameras at all; it was a blind spot.

The two locked the door and immediately began searching, looking for any possible clues in the limited space.

For an adult, this room is far too messy...

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, a lot of paper was strewn on the ground, and even a few toiletries could be seen.

Looking at it this way...

What can we find from this pile of personal belongings?

Chris was somewhat resistant to this, while Clare walked straight into the pile of items and began rummaging through them.

"Let's take our time looking. If possible, it would be best to find some information about his recent movements, since the National Day celebrations are not far away."

"Ugh......"

So I still have to waste time here with her.

If the local bullies find out I'm working with the security bureau, maybe they won't want to get rid of me... Sigh...

They had even planned out the rest of the trip, but now they haven't even taken the first step.

and many more......

There seems to be something under the bed...

She crawled under the bed and found a white piece of paper among a pile of clutter, the contents of which were faintly visible.

Rhea was also drawn in: "What?"

"Wait a minute, let me try to get it out..."

Pick up a piece of cardboard at random, poke it under the bed a few times, and without much effort, the paper will come out.

"Elysium...Philharmonic? Is this a musical score?"

Rhea hadn't held out much hope for her attempt, but the moment those two English words came out of Chris's mouth, she perked up immediately.

"What? Let me see... This looks like one of the pieces that will be played at this ceremony!"

She excitedly patted the other person's shoulder a few times: "This is a pretty good find! The sheet music is still here, so he should be near this hotel soon. With National Day approaching, he can't just leave!"

"what?"

Chris hadn't quite caught on yet, only expressing her bewilderment at the other person's inexplicable excitement.

What use could a sheet of music possibly be?

Just as the two were basking in their newfound joy, a shadow gradually crept into the wall behind them.

Unaware of what was happening, their attention remained focused on the unique musical score.

......

"Get out of the way!"

Rhea suddenly exerted her strength and pushed Chris away.

The other person plopped down on the ground; if the force had been any greater, the back of her head might have hit the sharp corner of the table.

"What are you doing... uh!"

what is happening?

8. Repulsive appearance

If Rhea hadn't pushed Chris away, her fate might have been quite grim. Judging from the black tentacle protruding from the wall, being caught would certainly not have brought anything good.

The shape of those tentacles was truly grotesque. Although it wasn't a bloody scene, the sight of them filled with eyes and a gaping mouth was enough to make one feel physically uncomfortable.

Both women froze on the spot. Although their country was in chaos, it never warranted that they be shown such a scene...

"What do we do?!" Chris shouted as she backed away, but the cramped space and the haphazardly placed objects left them with almost nowhere to retreat.

The sheet music was still in her hands, and most importantly, she didn't want to, and couldn't, die here.

Rhea was equally at a loss: "I don't know, the exit is blocked!"

Several tentacles blocked their escape route; their current situation was no different from being trapped in a rat cage.

In a moment of terror, black liquid began to drip from the shadows on the wall, and along with it, a human-shaped silhouette gradually emerged.

A brown coat and a pure white skirt—only then did they see clearly that a well-dressed woman was slowly walking out of the shadows, smiling at them. Even the eyes and mouth on her hands seemed to be responding to her smile.

The uninvited guests from the shadows nodded slightly, then reached out and asked, "Hello, gentlemen, could you please give us the sheet music you just found? We really need it."

.....

She raised her hand and pointed to the sheet music in Chris's hand; the clarity of the point made Chris even more nervous.

This musical score is crucial information; whether she can complete the mission depends on it, and it's also one of the keys to getting out of here as soon as possible. But she never expected that the other party's goal would be exactly the same as theirs.

Damn it, this is one of the pieces performed for National Day. What did the Gloria government do to deserve inviting such a monster?

Even though I really wanted to express my dissatisfaction, and the other party seemed very polite, it was best not to offend them unnecessarily...

"Give it to me?" She turned her gaze away. "Let's save our lives first. When we get back, we'll report that we were attacked."

Clare's face was grim as she stared intently at the woman before her, seemingly ignoring Chris's suggestion entirely.

"Hmm? Could it be related to your debut performance after your arrival? Is that why you chose to lie in a cocoon and wait for the troupe members to welcome you?"

...? ? ?

What is she saying?

The two looked at each other, wondering why the other person didn't seem to be talking to them.

"We will bring the sheet music to your lovely band members, please wait a moment..."

With that, a tentacle slowly rose, and the eye above simultaneously focused on Rhea's position.

Oops!

"Run!"

She curled up and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the tentacle's slap. Rhea immediately used the miniature gun in her sleeve to shoot at the tentacle's head, but what happened next only made things more bizarre.

The bullet did hit the head, but after penetrating the skin and entering the flesh, it disappeared...

"What are you all standing there for?!" Rhea yelled at Chris, who was still sitting on the ground, "Take the sheet music and run!"

"Damn it..." Chris slammed her fist on her knee in frustration, then grabbed the sheet music and jumped out of the window.

There were many roofs in Gloria's back alleys, and with these buffer zones, she was still able to reach the ground safely.

Despite her somewhat disheveled state, Chris managed to land near a trash can in the alleyway.

"Wait, where's Miss Undead?" How is she?

Chris looked up and saw that Rhea had broken off a section of the ceiling and was falling to the ground at an even faster speed.

She was about to ask a question when the other person raised their hand and said, "I'm fine, go quickly. They won't believe you even if you report the situation truthfully!"

"Tsk, don't even mention them, I don't believe it either, but I saw it!"

Amidst a few discordant sounds, the two ran, their footsteps kicking up snow as they headed towards a street with more people.

Seriously, this is incredibly unlucky...

......

"Wow, that's really fast..."

Aither put her hands back in her coat pockets, and the restless shadows gradually subsided under her disappointed gaze.

The tentacle left a crack where it landed, which couldn't possibly be caused by normal lodging behavior. The management might be in for a busy night.

"How about it?"

The familiar voice echoed once more, and the elegant young woman, all alone, silently put on her gloves.

"Still not sure..." The way she shook her head was completely different from the smile she had given just a few minutes earlier. The dissipation of the shadows made her even more charming than she appeared, as if the mess was not her doing, but rather she was just a pitiful victim.

"I deliberately held back, but she remained the same, showing no reaction whatsoever to the orchestra or the sheet music itself..."

Aither slowly walked to the bedside, and with the push of her tentacles, the huge single bed was moved away like a child's toy.