On a blood-red night, the gentlest child killed everyone.
In that room that adults cannot see, on that test stand where personality tests are repeated, in that box where the devil is kept. Sometimes, it is the people who survive who are the most painful.
Think about it carefully, which one requires more courage, death or survival?
After enduring all the misunderstandings and slanders, swallowing the pain in his stomach, and opening his arms to embrace despair, the gentlest child became the most hysterical lunatic.
He kept laughing and laughing, but the children he killed knew that he had never been happy since that night.
Number 2 put down the last piece of the puzzle in his hand and made a face that looked very similar to Han Fei, but it was certain that the person in the puzzle was not Han Fei, because that person had a heartfelt and gentle look on his face.
smile.
"There is no need for sympathy and other useless emotions, let's dye the night of the shrine world red."
Unlike other children, No. 2's brain was preserved. He survived in this way and became an indescribable living being. When other children hesitated, his hand had already reached out to the river of destiny.
"No. 3, come with me into the city."
From the shadows in the corner of the room, a child with a low sense of presence walked out. He was ordinary in appearance, so ordinary that he had no characteristics. After No. 4 saw the child, he subconsciously stepped back and got out of the way.
Child No. 3 carried No. 2 on his back, and he opened the door of the hut and walked on the streets of Hope New City.
The crowds are bustling, neon lights shine on each face, and advertisements are playing in the shops on the roadside. This place is simply like Xinhu in reality, a Xinhu that has not yet had the disaster.
Just looking at the lively night market, you will feel that Hope New City is indeed the hope of all survivors, but under the bustling and lively surface, there is another side of this city that is unknown.
At the end of the carnival and noise was another block. No. 3 carried No. 2 across the main road and into a side alley.
This is the middle-level area of Hope New City. You don't have to worry about being attacked by ghosts like the outer areas. Of course, you won't enjoy the privileges of the inner city. This is where the bottom and upper levels meet, and all kinds of survivors are struggling.
The surrounding houses slowly changed, no longer bright and clean, and the walls began to become tattered, covered with filth and painted with various messy patterns.
The amount of garbage on the road gradually increased, and a faint rotten smell floated in the air, as if the corpse had been stored for too long and had become stinky.
In the same city, the difference between two neighborhoods seems to be two different worlds. This may also be a human characteristic.
"Puff!"
The wooden door opened, and a skinny old man was roughly thrown out. After he landed, he quickly got up, ignoring the mud and bleeding wounds all over his body, and hugged the other person's thigh like a dog.
"Don't drive me away, I will find a way to get the money, let me stay one more night! If I go back to the outer city, I, I will die!" Tears flowed from the old man's eyes, his expression was twisted, and he looked at
Somewhat scary.
"Go away!"
A leather boot opened it violently, and then the wooden door was closed.
The old man banged on the door and cried for a while. His body was very weak. There were pinholes on his arms. His stomach was wrapped in a black bandage. Blood would leak out when he moved violently.
It seemed that some of his organs had been taken away, and he himself would not live long.
"You can't treat me like this! I gave everything to you! Save me too! Let me stay one more night!"
Number Three carried Number Two and walked past the old man. They ignored the crying old man, and the old man seemed not to notice them at all.
The deeper you go into the alley, the more dark scenes you see. Everyone lives in a city called hope, but these people seem to be accustomed to darkness and have long been accustomed to staying in the shadow of unspoken rules.
Waving away the flying flies, No. 3 and No. 2 stopped at the door of a store at the corner of the alley. The light red light shone on the road, making the store's sign look weird.
"Hope Pharmaceutical
"
This is a drugstore, but there is no doctor in the house, and there are no shelves for medicines. The medicine here does not seem to be the medicine that people usually think of, but refers to something else.
No. 3 rang the bell on the counter. Ten seconds later, the black door curtain was opened, and a shiny face poked out from behind the door curtain.
It was a middle-aged man wearing an eye patch. His body was a little uncoordinated. His left shoulder was high and his right shoulder was low. His belly was also uneven. Some places were raised high, and some places collapsed downwards, as if his organs had been damaged.
The order was messed up and reassembled.
When the man saw the two children coming in, his eyes immediately brightened. When he saw that No. 2 had no legs, he became even more excited. "Welcome."
The middle-aged man looked at No. 2 and No. 3 less like he was looking at customers, and more like he was valuing the goods.
"I sell three kinds of medicine here, one is a life-saving medicine that can bring safety, the other is a devotional medicine that can help others, and the last one is a special medicine that can bring hope."
Lying on the counter, the middle-aged man stared down at the two children: "What medicine do you want?"
"Is there any medicine that can make people no longer suffer and be bullied?" Number 2 turned to look at the black curtain. He came here not to buy medicine, but to find someone.
"Yes! But it's more expensive." The middle-aged man limped open the door curtain and motioned for the two children to go in.
After No. 2 and No. 3 entered the back room, he quietly came to the door of the pharmacy, closed the door, and put up a sign saying it was temporarily closed.
There was a dirty and messy courtyard inside the pharmacy. Numbers 2 and 3 were led by the man and left the back door of the courtyard and entered another windowless room.
This room was lit with many candles made of special grease, and in the middle of the room was a clay sculpture covered with black cloth.
"With the arrival of disasters, many diseases have appeared in the world. Everyone is frightened and anxious all the time. Fortunately among the misfortunes, you live in Hope New City. The big shots in the core city have produced medicines that can cure all diseases."
The young man stood behind the candlestick, and the flickering candlelight reflected his face in horror: "But the medicine I have here is not cheap, so I need you to bring enough in exchange."
He took out several dirty cards from the feet of the clay sculpture covered with black cloth: "Sacrifice your soul to an unknown god to obtain a short-term shelter and cure the curse on your body; your organs will be given to a big shot in the inner city."
, you can get money, cure poor diseases; sell yourself, accept the transformation of dangerous experiments, gain strength, and no longer be bullied, these are the medicines sold in my store."
Each card represents a medicine and a choice.
"Then let's sacrifice our souls." Number 2 reached out and lifted the black cloth, revealing a faceless clay sculpture.
"Okay, this is definitely the right choice. I'm going to make preparations now." The middle-aged man looked at No. 2 without legs and thought that he had already had experience buying "drugs" before, so he didn't become suspicious.
Shaking the bell in his hand, the secret door of the cellar was opened, a strong stench poured out, and the sound of chains came from the underground.
Not long after, a pair of skinny arms appeared carrying a tray, and a child who had been transformed many times walked out of the cellar.
His two eyes were gouged out, his legs were wrapped in chains, and his originally normal body was left with permanent trauma due to constant surgical modifications, turning him into an ugly deformed child.
"Hurry up! Don't wait!" The middle-aged man has a very bad attitude towards the boy, and beating and scolding should be the norm.
The boy's body was shaking because of fear. He placed the auxiliary offerings on the tray on the candlestick. Just when he finished everything and was about to escape back to the cellar, the chains binding his legs were stepped on by Child No. 3.
The ordinary No. 3 stared at the boy's face, and then he took out a notebook from his pocket, which recorded hundreds of children's names, more than seventy of which had been blacked out.
"Found it." No. 3 silently put away the notes and smiled at No. 2.
"If you are interested in this child, you can take him away after the sacrifice is completed." The middle-aged man had a malicious smile on his face.
Rong: "Okay, now let's start the sacrifice. Stretch out your arms and follow the steps I told you."
The middle-aged man took out a knife with coagulated blood from behind the clay sculpture. The boy collapsed to the ground in fear, his eyes full of horror.
"The past of the false god is unsightly. No matter how many tragic and desperate fates he collects, he can't bring him any comfort." No. 2 glanced at the middle-aged man. The man seemed to be controlled by some kind of power, and the expression on his face was ferocious.
Cruelly, he then stabbed the knife directly into his chest!
His hands were chopping his body wildly, and the scene was very strange.
"Who would have thought that the gods would hide one of their souls in the body of a child at the bottom?" No. 3 squatted in front of the boy: "What is your name? When did you become blind? Where is your family? What do you do?
What is the most regretful thing in your life?”
No. 2 and No. 3 knew that a soul of the gods was hidden in a child in Hope New City. The questions raised by No. 3 made the child in front of him fall into greater panic.
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