Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

1880, autumn.

England, London, slums.

The afterglow pushed through the thick haze and illuminated the dilapidated and cramped living room through the glass.

Mia Brando was squatting in front of the basin, washing clothes with a washboard.

The girl had short dog-gnawed hair, wore a patched coarse shirt and trousers, and dressed herself up as a boy.

"How annoying, this is an era without washing machines."

Looking at her fingers that were turned red by the cold water, Mia curled her lips.

When she went to buy fried chicken on Thursday, she was accidentally hit by a truck under a cliff and was reborn back to 19th-century England.

Maybe it was a side effect of rebirth. After she came here, she has been troubled by a strange dream——

The unknown beast roared crazily in the white mist, as if it wanted to tell her something.

boom!

The door was thrown open, and a blond boy rushed in eagerly.

The young man's face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he seemed to be greatly frightened.

Mia was stunned and asked: "Dio, what's wrong with you?"

Dio Brando is Mia's brother (not related by blood). He always has a cold face, but rarely has such a rich expression.

"Run! Dad is going to sell you!"

Dio grabbed Mia and pulled her outside.

"I overheard the conversation between him and the bald creditor. The bald man is not a good person. He has maimed more than ten children. It will be over if he is captured!!"

Mia's body trembled, she clutched Dio's hand tightly, and ran after him.

Their father, Dario Brando, was a very unqualified husband and father. Not only was he proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, he was also merciless in domestic violence.

It can be said that except for the trembling when giving birth to a child, this person has not fulfilled any responsibilities.

Mia was an orphan in her previous life.

The more a person lacks something, the more he longs for it. Even if her father is a rotten person, she still sincerely serves him.

But I didn't expect that her father would abandon her so easily just to pay off his debt.

"stop!"

Dario appeared at the door, blocking their way out.

He was tall, with a thick and long beard, and his eyes red with alcohol flashed with violence and greed.

The mountain-like body blocked the sunlight outside the house, casting dark gray shadows on the two children.

Dio stepped in front of Mia and begged in a trembling voice: "Dad, we will definitely work hard and make money. Please don't put Mia..."

Snapped!

Dalio slapped his face and shouted: "Is it your turn to speak?!"

With blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, Dio didn't flinch at all, hugging him and praying repeatedly.

His son's disobedience ignited Dario's anger. He held Dio down and his fists fell like raindrops.

Just when they were a loving father and a filial son, Mia had already run to the backyard and was climbing up the fence.

Both she and Dio knew how hard-hearted their father was.

When his mother was about to die of illness, he would rather spend the money on drinking than pay a penny for medical expenses.

How could such a person let her go just because of a few words from Dio.

When Dior stood in front of her, the tacit understanding of living together for many years allowed Mia to interpret the true meaning of this behavior——

I attract his attention, you run.

"Dio can't last long, I have to crawl out quickly."

Mia grabbed the top of the wall and used her arms to pull her upper body to the top of the wall.

At this time, Mia could escape from here as long as she jumped out again, but after seeing the scene outside, her movements froze.

There was a young man standing outside the wall, with big dark circles on his face, as if he had been beaten.

Seeing Mia, the dark circles in his eyes lit up, and he jumped up suddenly, intending to drag her down.

Mia felt a chill in her heart and immediately let go, wanting to fall back into the yard.

This man must be the bald creditor's younger brother, who went to the backyard to block people.

She's still a child in her body, so she can't beat an adult. If she gets caught...

Mia reacted quickly, but it was too late.

Black Eyes grabbed the top of the wall, reached down, picked up Mia who had fallen into the air, and pulled her out of the wall.

He smiled proudly and mocked: "We have seen many tricks of escaping from behind..."

Stab it!

Mia swung the knife and stabbed out a cold light. The blade cut through the dark-rimmed palm, leaving a deep wound.

Under the pain, Dark Eyes screamed and instinctively let go.

Taking advantage of this flaw, Mia greased the soles of her feet and ran away without looking back.

Article 1 of the Slum Life Manual: If you can't stab someone to death, stab him to death!

The knife in Mia's pocket is not a decoration, it is there just for times like this.

The influx of a large number of immigrants has caused extremely bad public security in London, and the slums are the version of t0 inside.

Theft, robbery, rape, human trafficking, drug dealing... except for murder, almost all crimes are as common as rats in the sewer.

Mia once lived in the peaceful 21st century and received a complete compulsory education, but that kind of outlook was completely unable to adapt to life here.

In order to survive, she has become accustomed to hurting and plundering.

suddenly.

Heavy, rapid footsteps sounded like war drums.

Not far away, a muscular man was rushing towards Mia.

The man didn't have a hair on his head, and even though he was wearing a hat, his head still lit up like a glowing egg in the sun.

"Oops, it's the bald creditor! This man is much more difficult to deal with than his little brother!"

A chill spread all over the body from the soles of her feet, and Mia ran as fast as she could, trying to get rid of her bald head.

Pedestrians on the street looked curious and stopped to watch this interesting drama.

Da da da……

The bald man had a gloomy expression, and his strong body knocked away passers-by one after another, like a bulldozer with the accelerator pressed to the bottom, and soon he caught up with Mia.

"Bitch, stop for me!"

The bald head yelled and cursed loudly, reaching out to grab her.

Mia's eyes flashed, and she stabbed with the knife.

The bald head dodged, grabbed Mia's arm, and kicked her calf hard.

boom!

A sharp dull pain exploded, Mia's face turned pale, and the hand holding the knife involuntarily loosened a little.

The bald man smiled contemptuously, took the opportunity to open her hand and took away the knife.

Seeing this, passers-by booed and smiled gloatingly.

"It's so unlucky to encounter a bald head. I don't know how many days I can last."

"You still dare to resist, give me a few more hits!"

"Bald man, don't slap me in the face. I need someone to play poker tonight."

Upon hearing the sound, the bald head glared at the passers-by several times, scaring them into silence.

"You brat, let me run away!"

The bald man grabbed Mia's hair and slapped her hard.

Snapped!

Mia's cheeks were marked with red palm prints. She lowered her head that was hit sideways, pretending to be scared, and begged the bald head for mercy while crying.

"Now you know you're afraid?!" The bald head gave a cruel smile and slapped him a few more times.

clap clap clap!

The merciless slap made a buzzing sound in the ears. Mia was no stranger to this, Dario usually hit her like this.

but.

There seemed to be something wrong with her ears this time.

She heard a faint roar in her ears.

The cry was very familiar, but she couldn't remember what it was.

At this time, the dark-eyed man hurried over, showing the wounds on his hands, and complained to the bald head jealously.

"Damn little beast, you still dare to hurt people?!"

The bald man's eyes were red, and he suddenly grabbed Mia's neck.

There was a terrible feeling of suffocation, and her blood vessels were pulsing. Mia struggled desperately and tried hard to break off her bald hand, but she couldn't get any oxygen.

Seeing this, people laughed happily.

The afterglow of the setting sun was burning, and the scarlet light flowed through the crowd, distorting the faces into creatures that Mia had never seen before.

My face hurts.

My lungs hurt.

My neck hurts.

Mia, who has never been afraid of pain, shed real tears.

Dior, I can't keep my promise, I'm sorry...

Dense black spots appeared in front of her eyes, and she gradually lost the strength to struggle.

but.

The roar of the beast came from his consciousness but did not stop.

Instead, it got louder and louder, until it formed a tsunami of sound waves that drowned everything!