It's all one flower.

The tailor's shop owner, Khushchenka, leaves the luggage carriage to the confectioner couple, who, after the priest, then heads to the door beside the prayer grand.

Today, I came to deliver old clothes as a cloth material to be made into bags.

The church in the East End of the Ristover Autonomous Region was the same as usual, and people in the chapel who had lost their jobs were shifting to needlework practice. The windows and doors were open, but the number of people made it hot and humid, and the sweat flowing through people's foreheads did not stop.

The sound of the two shoes echoes in the hallway.

The side of the priest in the window was stiff, and Kufushenka entered the back room, surprised (much) by what was going on, but unable to say anything. It's just a simple bed, a small desk and a chair.

"Oh...!

With surprise and joy, later words do not continue.

Kufshenka looked up at the priest who closed the door. A hard face that meets an old woman brings a color of sadness to her face.

Viola, who was missing, was sitting shallow in her chair staring into the void. I don't wander around, as if I didn't realize Kufshenka had come in.

Her faceless face looks like a doll, but she has a mole (bruise) on her cheek and a sore lid (scab) creeping up on her cut lip is painful. Whom did you get it for, the generated Ri piece was of better quality than the old clothes before.

"Long time no see...... how have you been?

I was not sure what the voice was, and there was no response to the kind of greeting that I had managed to make. The girl's gaze will never be directed at the old woman Kufshenka, and her expression remains stoned.

Kufshenka turns her attention to the priest as to what is the matter. The priest urged him to leave the room with his eyes open.

When he settles down in the reception room, the monk says, "Bring it..." and serves tea and baked sweets. The couple at the confectionery store who asked me to bring in the fabric distracted them.

"This is one for Mr. Viola..."

"Are you sure? Thank you. I hope you eat..."

The monk broke his face, but quickly clouded his face and retreated.

Kufshenka sees the priest. He said, dropping his gaze on the dish baked sweets with a dark face.

"Viola, earlier yesterday morning..."

Early yesterday morning, a night shift worker was cut off on the street on his way home.

A neighborhood dweller woke up in a commotion, seizing the employee who beat the girl, and another dweller rushed into the church to call a priest who was ready for worship.

The girl was a viola. The same day I last saw it, the old piece has mud creeping in it.

"Viola, you're safe."

"Hey! Let go, you bastard! I'm the victim of this whore!

The employee waves the resident's hand.

Viola's neighbor.

There's blood seeping through my right arm, but I don't think my life has a separate article. The perpetrator was a weak girl, and her arm was only slightly cut off when she sheltered herself because her score was a rusty sickle.

A middle-aged woman held the viola and was persuaded to release the sickle gently.

"Viola......"

"He tried to kill me! He's a murderer! Call the police if you're not bawling! Police!"

An employee, seized by a threesome, summons and scatters, blocking the word of the priest. A man who came to summon a priest looked at the employee alternately with the priest. The wild horses who roll away also face to face with what's wrong.

"Do you want to avenge the baby? Out of the way."

Viola's voice was flat, with no emotions whatsoever. A middle-aged woman holding a girl's shoulder breathes and stares at the employee. The eyes of the wild horse gathered at the employee. No matter how you look at it, the little girl is more seriously injured than the employee.

"I'm the victim of this whore cutting me off! You guys swallow a whore's hamster, huh?

The priest did not mind the employee, but let him smile looking into the girl's eyes.

"Viola, we were all worried. Glad you're alive. Let's go to church first…"

"Officer, this way!

A man in the same uniform as Viola's neighbor comes running down the hill leading a police officer. The employee had a winning grin and tension ran to the people.

The hedge cracks.

A policeman glanced at the situation and asked the priest to stop looking.

"What's wrong?

Whatever the missing question in between, the priest only explained the situation he saw in person to the cop who came to the Viola house that day in the case of the infanticide.

"... this is Viola, who was missing"

"Are you safe? That's good. Where and how did you live until today?

"In the mountains... I wanted to die... but there were no demons on the mountain roads... it rained... rained in the cabins..."

Viola grips the rusty sickle and answers pale.

The older cop asked further questions.

"A work shed before civil unrest? How was the food? Were you with someone?

"I... wanted to die alone... eat red nuts like poison... but not just sour..."

"Where did you get that sickle?

"Wall of the cabin... If you can't die anyway, try to avenge the baby..."

"Sleep and say what you say!

Everyone's gaze is poured on employees at the same time. I rumble to unravel the men I hold back, but no one let go.

"This man killed the baby?

"In the morning, this guy came home later than usual, so if you want to go to church and open the door, come in on your own..."

"Ugh! Don't bullshit me! Why are you catching me as the victim! Let go!"

A policeman sees an employee's arm wound. Rusty sickles have bad cleavage and are just a scratch of blood seeping through. Doesn't look like there's anything else in life.

"Is that all?

"I fought right back, so that's all I had to do. Come on. Officer, if you let that whore go wild, now is the time, no sin. Mon has been murdered, so just pull back."

Plead with a particularly pathetic voice.

"Something, like buying her grudge... do you remember yourself?

"I've complained a few times about the baby, but that's why they resented me. It doesn't matter how many lives I have."

, and asks the wild horse to agree, and looks around at the hedgehog. Other than his colleagues, there was no one to agree with.

"Daimyo, you're going to get in the way of business, so you're going to strangle yourself and blame me. Hey, officer, just get this whore, please. The man in charge of the injury."

"Don't bother the police with those scratches."

The policeman says it's a shame. The employee was frightened for a moment, but further solicited.

"The blade swinging guy came back next door, so I'm not going to go to bed. Do something about it."

"Ok, ok. Well, let me tell you more at the precinct."

Accompanied by priests and colleagues of employees, residents who said they were watching the whole thing, employees and Viola headed to a police station in the estate district.