A large crow suddenly appeared on her balcony, perched on the railing, and let out a number of piercing cries.
Aomame and the crow observed each other through the glass.
The crow moved the big, bright eye on the side of his head, watching Aomame’s movements in the room.
He seemed to understand the significance of the pistol in her hand.
Crows were intelligent animals.
The knew that this block of steel had great importance.
Some how or other, they knew.