Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

In the suffocating fear, the girl kicked her on the head, and this time she fell heavily on Qin Wu, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Her tentacles were covered with scarlet blood, causing the gardener to burst into a scream of collapse again.

When she turned around and saw the girl slowly walking towards her, she had a premonition that she would die here with Qin Wu.

The gardener screamed and quickly retreated to the corner, while frantically apologizing: "I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to peek! Please don't kill me, don't kill me!!!"

But the girl just glanced at her and ignored her, stopping in front of Qin Wu.

The gardener took one look and burst out with inexplicable courage: "Don't kill him, don't kill him!"

"..." Ye Shiyi looked at her like a fool, "Why?"

"Yuan Yuanchu said... no individual has the right to take another person's life."

"You're watching carefully." The girl put the baseball bat against Qin Wu's face, turned his prone face to the side like a toy, looked at it, and then pushed it back - the posture and eyes as if treating a dead object gave the gardener goose bumps all over his body.

“But I never agreed with the original view in the first place.”

"Why? I think what he said makes sense," the gardener's eyes were timid, she was screaming in her heart, but her mouth was opening and closing uncontrollably, making sounds that she herself could not imagine, "If... if you think you can kill him today because he imprisoned you, then tomorrow... or, or one day, you may kill another person just because someone accidentally bumped into you - a sin of life... a sin... a crime... no, no, it should not be judged by individuals, this... this is very unfair..."

Aa ...

The dishevelled gardener let out a scream in his heart that was as loud as a kettle.

The girl tilted her head and looked at her with a strange look in her eyes, as if she was wondering how this dirty and cowardly gardener could suddenly come up with such high-sounding principles.

But she didn't care.

The corners of her bright red mouth curled up: "Fair? You're telling me fair?"

She leaned on the bat and stepped on Qin Wu's scarred face, her eyes dark and perverse: "If I want to talk about fairness, I should have become a murderer long ago - what is fairness? Fairness is that others have parents, but I have to accept that I don't have parents from the first day I became conscious? Fairness is that everyone is born with a family, but I can only be isolated and bullied in an orphanage full of little beasts? Fairness is that everyone is born to cry and laugh, and feel joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, but I am as calm as a pool of stagnant water even when I think about whether this world is too unfair?!!!"

"Do you know what that feels like?"

The girl raised her chin slightly, her eyes as cold as frozen lake water, condensing inch by inch into her vision——

"I know what I should think, and I can reason out the emotions and feelings I should have in any situation - but what I think and what I feel are always like a layer of film, a whole unrelated world. Even if I know that I should cry, laugh, and be in pain, scream like you, and roar like that old witch, I still can't let my damn calm heart cause the slightest ripple!"

"Fairness is..."

The girl picked up the baseball bat and eased it down until the bloody end was against the back of Qin Wu's head.

She stared at the gardener, her pupils dead silent: "A jerk like him dares to say that he knows what love is, but I, who have been trying to be a good person in the secular sense, don't know."

The bat slid down the back of the boy's head and hit the ground with a thud.

"I'll tell you what is fair - if no one is qualified to judge what is fair, then everyone can judge."

She walked towards the stunned gardener with the bat in hand, stopped in front of her, then turned the bat around, holding the bloody end herself and handing the handle to the gardener -

"What is fair? Fairness is this: his father brought death to your child, so you should return the same death to his child."

She stared at the gardener, her eyes as heavy and oppressive as the dark sky, carrying an absolute threat of "you will die if you don't do it."

"kill him."

The gardener stood there in a daze.

She looked at the baseball bat, then at Ye Kong, and then at Young Master Qin who was dying on the ground.

——The cramped cabin suddenly turned into a three-way intersection.

They are the devils that are taken for granted and nurtured by society, family and clan.

One is a girl who has been a good person for many years, but is about to cross the chaos and walk towards another path without hesitation.

There is also a poor woman who has never been stained with blood and has been losing things all her life.

Three completely different souls existed here in opposition to each other, but because the gardener shook his head wildly without hesitation, a delicate and dangerous balance suddenly emerged.

He shook his head as if he had a seizure. "No, no, no, no, I won't kill anyone! I can't kill anyone! And you can't kill anyone either!"

"..."

The corners of the girl's mouth moved coldly and nervously: "Then I will kill him first, and then throw you into the sea to silence you."

"No!"

She pounced on him for the second time and hugged the girl's legs as she walked towards Qin Wu.

"You..." Her brain had never worked so fast before, shuttling back and forth between the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the flower box in the diary, and her mouth was as fast as a deft tailor threading a needle, as if she wanted to sew those confused and blurred scenes in the girl's mind back into her mind clearly again through words: "Don't you still want to eat the apples in the flower box? And you have to pick them yourself!"

"Don't you still want to pull out Old Man Sun's beard to make him angry?"

"Don't you still want to visit the original cemetery? He's still waiting for you to weed it for him!"

"And... and Qu Wu! What if her mother treats her badly? She's still waiting for you to save her from the fire! Just like before!"

"Don't you want love?!"

The gardener was unable to stop the girl from moving forward, so he gradually changed from hugging her thighs to grabbing her ankles. He lay on the ground like an octopus, clinging to her feet tightly, and screamed hysterically: "Don't you want love?!!!"

"I don't want it now."

The girl kicked her away coldly, "Didn't you hear? Even this scum said he loves me? If love is such a dirty thing, then why should I be unwilling? Why should I look for it?"

"No!" The gardener crawled over and grabbed her shoes again. "That's not real love! Real love is not like that!"

“What does true love look like?”

The girl finally stopped. She looked down, her eyes were filled with a knife that cut people and shed blood, and she cut the embarrassed gardener cruelly and happily: "Don't you know?"

"A person like you? You took the money and job you got from your daughter's life, but you dare not retaliate or live a good life under the noses of your enemies?"

She curled her lips and sneered, "If you call this love, if you are the mother I long to have - then my reluctance over the years has been too cheap."

"Since all I desire is nothing more than this - what difference does it make whether I live as a good person or a bad person?"

"..."

The gardener seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength.

She stared blankly at the girl's cold eyes looking down, and her whole body lost reaction until her hands were freed. In her eyes, she saw the girl dropping the baseball bat and taking out a dagger from her pocket.

The scabbard was pulled out, and the sharp light flashed into her dull eyes.