Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Her pale and fragile appearance may be more fragile than a rose.

Violence, and depression.

She seems to embody only the latter.

Like a gloomy beauty who has been in bed for a long time.

Mother Lu was startled, and when she saw the red corners of her eyes, she subconsciously relaxed her strength in her hands.

The new manicure only left scratches on the skin surface and no bleeding.

She looked at her hand in shock, unable to believe what she had done, and quickly let go of Lu Jian's arm.

Her voice trembled, "I'm sorry, dear baby, mom didn't mean it..."

The girl wiped away her tears calmly, "It's okay...Mom."

The strange thing was that Mother Lu didn't scold her this time. Instead, she held her tightly in her arms and cried suppressedly.

Lu Jian felt an indescribable emotion suddenly surge in her heart. That emotion made her feel uncomfortable and suffocated. She just wanted to vent it out, but at the last moment, it disappeared.

The picture in front of her began to distort and change.

At the turning point of two different scenes, a girl in a black skirt is sitting on a chair with a birthday hat made of paper on her head. There is a big cake in front of her, which has collapsed in half. It seems that someone has destroyed it. .

She hummed a birthday song with her eyes closed, her voice was clear and sweet, and it seemed that what she was telling was not her own story.

"I have two moms."

She blew out a candle and smiled, "A mother is very kind to me, and a mother wants to drive me away."

She stopped talking and started singing again.

"Just when I start to forget"

"Suppression covers up confusion"

"The light I guard with my heart"

"Also starting to move towards the truth"

There are two mothers, one represents tolerance and the other represents selfishness.

Mental illness turns out to be a genetic disease.

The sub-personality in the black dress finished the song with a smile.

Then in a blink of an eye, it turned into a picture of her birthday.

The tolerant mother promised her a grand birthday to make it up to her.

The selfish mother thought that the tolerant mother would be ridiculed in the circle for doing this, so she canceled the planned birthday party, but allowed Lu Jian to go out to play.

The selfish mother did not expect that Lu Fanxi was worried about her sister and followed her out.

That day, the selfish mother and Father Lu had a fight.

Since then, it has rarely been seen again.

……

Lu Jian looked at the candied haws in his hand and the girl holding his hand.

Lu Fanxi was the only one talking along the way, and Lu Jian didn't reply a word.

But as she glanced at the surrounding streets, she noticed something was wrong.

It seemed like... someone was following them.

But she couldn't make a sound, and she couldn't change anything. The present was the past.

The past cannot be changed.

The girl suddenly started to tremble, and then she broke away from Lu Fanxi's hand with some eagerness, "Sister, can you help me get the candied haws on a stick?"

Lu Fanxi looked at her worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"I want to go to the public toilet over there." She pointed to the toilet not far away and said.

Lu Fanxi let go of her, rubbed her head, and warned, "Jianjian, please come back soon."

The girl turned to the empty alley next to the toilet and almost hurriedly took out the telescopic utility knife from her pocket.

As if she couldn't feel the pain, she made several cuts on her arm.

As the blood gushed out, she stared at the bright red viscous liquid. Her heart rate finally slowly returned to normal, and her body's tremors slowly subsided.

That desire only intensified, and it seemed that it was never enough.

There were several scars on her upper arm that had been covered by sleeves all year round. They were the marks she made on her body every time she felt irritable and irritable.

She obviously worked very hard to control the disease she was born with.

She obviously worked hard to overcome her emotions.

why why?

Why why why why why why why! ! ! !

Why! ! ! ! ! ! !

The ends of her eyes were scarlet red, and she made a few more cuts on her arm. The pain actually contained an indescribable pleasure.

The extremely suppressed emotion enveloped her, almost suffocating her.

The vision in front of me is blurred.

blah-

She shed no tears.

The girl looked up, what was the sound?

There seemed to be a dragging sound coming from deep in the alley. She wiped away her tears and looked at the man walking over there.

The man's sinister gaze swept across her body, and he was dragging a large black plastic bag with no idea what it contained.

He carried an indescribable stench of alcohol and alcohol. His clothes were in tatters and he looked very slovenly and unkempt.

The girl seemed to feel something. She hurriedly got up from the ground and tried her best to run out. However, she hid the knife in her hand. She cleverly hid it close to her body so that she was not afraid of being scratched. Own.

But the man threw down the black plastic bag and threw the hemp rope in the plastic bag forward. The hemp rope just caught the girl's neck, strangled her hard, and dragged her back from the alley.

Her throat was strangled so hard that her breathing became difficult and she couldn't make a sound when she screamed.

She stretched out a hand with a faint hope in her eyes that someone would pass by.

pity……

She came here because there was no one here.

Is it your own fault?

The man threw the black garbage bag here, but he dragged her with a rope and staggered home.

When being dragged over, the girl was holding on to the black plastic bag, and the loose knot on it was loosened.

A woman's head was revealed.

The girl happened to meet those dead eyes with no energy and dilated pupils.

In an instant, the overwhelming panic seemed to overwhelm her.

Lu Jian looked at all this and suddenly seemed to have guessed what would happen next. A strong sense of suffocation came over her, and the space in front of her was distorted again.

……

She seemed to hear another voice.

Very peaceful.

Is it...the main personality?

The girl in the white skirt walked to the girl in the black skirt and listened to the girl in the black skirt singing.

She is taciturn, like a blank sheet of paper, clean and pale.

After a long while, she said, "I envy my sister very much, because both mothers love her very much."

She clasped her hands together and put them on her chest, as if praying devoutly, but her eyes were dark, "I know my sister loves me, but I still thought about it, if I die, will my sister feel the same way?" How about taking it easy?"

The girl in the black skirt didn't stop singing.

"Memories are meaningless dreams"

"I don't think I care about resistance"

"The roses in the greenhouse are exiled"

"It's like she's telling me I should grow up"

Two personalities stand at the exchange point of the scene.

The girl in the white skirt looked at the man in tattered clothes expressionlessly and said, "I think of him."

The girl in the black skirt held her hand. The two were like twins, identical except for the color of their clothes.

The girl in the black skirt said with a smile, "Wang Chao~"

Lu Jian's suspicion was confirmed.

The girl in the white skirt said, "I thought he was dead at that time."

The scene changes again.