Let the whole universe drop SAN together

In the depths of Joyce's house, there were whimpering and crying sounds like wounded beasts.

Shirley stood at the door for a long time, then she flicked a light switch, changed her shoes, and walked along the carpeted floor.

The living room is lined with portraits, photographs, and even a few taxidermy and human sculptures.

She walked towards the basement without turning her eyes. Countless Wendy stared straight at her on the wall.Some of them are gray-haired, red-eyed and white-skinned, and some are not, but whether it is a portrait or a photo, the eyes of Surrender Shirley are full of malice.

When Shirley stepped on the steps in the basement, the sound like wind or crying became obvious. She couldn't help speeding up her pace, hurried to the lowest step and pushed open a heavy stone door.

The crying stopped abruptly.

Wendy, who looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old human girl, was squatting in the dark room, scratching the water pipe with an iron fork, and she made the sound just now.

Seeing Shirley, she showed a happy expression: "Sister Shirley!"

Viscount Joyce gritted his teeth and endured bouts of dizziness, and stood at the door for a while.

Then, she walked over, bent down and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Wendy replied, "I'm so hungry."

"...I'm going to order takeaway."

"Sister Shirley." Wendy looked up at her eagerly, "I like you the most."

Xue Li staggered suddenly, and almost fell to the ground without keeping her bending over.

"...You thought I would say that!" Wendy's expression changed suddenly, a ferocious smile appeared on her dark face, her rough hand covered with small scars stretched out, taking advantage of Shirley's spirit When he bent down again in a daze, he grabbed the collar of the person in front of him and tightened it viciously, "Are you happy! Seeing me look like an honest puppy!"

Shirley was forced to kneel on the dry concrete floor and retched. Wendy still held on to her collar. The girl's strength was astonishing. Not moving at all.

But just a second before she fainted from hypoxia, Wendy let go of her fingers.

The girl's fingers twitched, and she dissatisfiedly tapped those fingers that did not listen to the brain's command on the metal pipe next to her, making a violent shock - even such a strong impact did not damage her body.

Shirley coughed for a long time before she recovered. She got up from the ground and straightened the dress on her body. If it wasn't for the dust from the basement, she looked as if nothing had happened.

"Don't abuse your own hands."

This was the first sentence she uttered hoarsely.

"Don't hurt yourself, don't try suicide, don't run out, eat more, read more." Wendy sat on the water pipe carelessly, "Are you my mother?"

"Oh no." She said suddenly, "No mother would lock her child into the operating room or basement, are you right, Sister Shirley?"

Shirley showed another expression of barely enduring the pain.

"Your abilities are getting stronger, aren't you?" She tried her best to maintain a cold tone, "I saw that you changed the portrait I hung in the living room into what you are now."

"Don't let your abilities spread all the time, Wendy. That will only hurt you."

"You call me Wendy?" Wendy stood up and said happily, "You call me Wendy!"

"...do you want me to call you 'Quintura'?"

"Don't always put on such an expression as if I'm bullying you, Shirley." Wendy raised her head and approached her, and said maliciously, "It's obvious that you are bullying me—you approached me with good intentions. Your people bring bad luck, they will die because of you."

"..."

Wendy suddenly asked, "What's the third stuffed animal you've encountered since you entered the door?"

Shirley looked at her quietly, and answered after a while, "It's the dog I raised when I was three years old."

"Poor, how did it die."

"...Father's order, I strangled to death."

"What about the statue in the middle on the right?"

Shirley seemed to answer these questions without thinking: "It was my high school teacher, Richard Coker."

Without waiting for Wendy to ask, she said automatically and self-consciously: "The only time I skipped class was discovered by my family. They would not punish me, but they felt that the head teacher was not effective in discipline, so they ordered the principal to fire him."

"Three days later, he hugged his seriously ill mother and jumped off the teaching building."

Wendy asked with a smile, "Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"I was impressed that he died in front of me."

"What a tragedy... What about the photo of the living room facing the door?"

"..."

"What have you done to offend my brother?"

Shirley's pale and beautiful face was blank.

Wendy looked at her and whispered in her ear: "Will he be hurt because of you—or even die because of you? Just like your dog, your beloved teacher, and me you love and care for Same?"

"He won't...he won't." Viscount Joyce closed his eyes and took a step back, "You won't die either, you will all live—"

"Will you protect him?" Wendy took a step forward, "Will you keep him safe? Or is it that you've got me but are still unsatisfied, for—for you, whatever it is?" To drive everyone to the grave and then drag the dead body out in your own living room? Are you a masochist? Does it give you pleasure and fulfillment to linger over guilt in the face of the victim?"

"I do not--"

"You didn't? That means you will protect him? Sister Shirley, Lord Viscount Joyce, I know you have this ability."

Shirley leaned her back against the wall, and the wet and cold touch woke her up.

"Wendy."

She brushed away the sweaty white hair that was sticking to her cheeks, lowered her head and asked, "Do you know where Igor is? Are you constantly mobilizing your strength to find him?"

Wendy stared at her for a few seconds, then sat back on the water pipe with a bored expression.

"Answer me!" snapped Shirley. "Where is he! Who is—who is helping him!"

"Go to hell, Shirley." Wendy said, playing with her fingers, "I won't answer you."

Shirley stomped her feet anxiously, strode up to Wendy and squatted down, and pulled off the lace-trimmed white glove on her right hand.

"Did you see it?!" She showed a strong expression in front of Wendy for the first time, "The material used for these hands is exactly the same as your brother's left leg!"

"So what? What do you want to say?"

"This hand." Shirley said without a word, "there is a piece of bones buried in it, which is the thing in your spine."

Her robotic hands compared a circle with a diameter of one centimeter.

"And your brother's legs too."

Wendy suddenly opened her eyes wide.

**

Unsurprisingly, the most famous amusement park in the capital is overcrowded even on weekdays.

To be honest, Azathoth regretted it as soon as he stepped through the door.

Just at this moment, Igor asked hesitantly, "Should we continue walking in?"

"Let's go." A bad catchphrase popped up in Azathoth's mind - 'You've come all the time'.

"You bought the full ticket?"

"Yes." Because I didn't know what Azathoth wanted to play, Igor chose the most expensive ticket that included most of the facilities in the amusement park, "Where do you want to go?"

Azathoth's face hidden under the hood had a complex expression.

He wanted to go to the souvenir shop with the fewest crowds.

Igor is still waiting for his answer. Since it is too conspicuous to wear formal clothes to the amusement park, he changed into casual clothes after a long absence today, but the temperament on his body clearly distinguishes him from the fledgling young people.

A few hundred meters away, a child suddenly pulled his mother's cuff and asked, "Ma Ma, what is that!"

The woman casually looked at the wall surrounded by green plants, where a fantasy-style wall lamp was hanging, emitting a pink light.On the finger-wide lamppost, a long, dark strip, like an octopus' tentacles, was wrapped around the outside of the iron pipe, motionless.

"It's a decoration."

"But I think it just moved."

"Did you read it wrong? But the design of this lamp post is quite strange." The woman muttered, "Pink octopus legs?"

"..."

They walked away while chatting.

The tentacles, which were colored pink by the light, quickly retreated and slid into the grass while no one was paying attention.

Azathoth at the entrance of the amusement park let out a long sigh of relief.

He worries not for himself, but for the vulnerable human beings who find him touching.

Fortunately, the eyes of these two people were not very good just now and they didn't see clearly.

"What's the matter?" Igor turned his head sharply and asked.

Azathoth spread out the map of the amusement park in front of him, pointed to the complicated route on it and said, "I think this place is good."

Igor's eyes were subtle. In order to confirm whether the map was wrongly written, he took out the ticket and took a look: "...diving area? Isn't this an amusement park?"

The staff who happened to pass by heard his question and explained enthusiastically: "This is a new type of project held by our amusement park, including bungee diving and skydiving. However, there are not many tourists in the publicity stage at present. Only buy 1998 Only tourists with a full set of tickets for Star Coins can experience it.”

Then he looked up and saw the ticket in Igor's hand.

Fuck, there are really people who are stupid and wealthy.

He immediately said: "You guys can do it! Do you want to go to a special venue now? We have a special car to pick you up in the park!"

Igor: "..."

Capital Star is really vast and rich in resources.Your amusement park can actually find a site that includes an ocean, a cliff, and a dedicated skydiving site.

However, although the amusement park itself is built by the sea, the diving site is still a long way from here.Azathoth made a decision, and Igor followed suit. In the eyes of the staff, they were like two rich kids who had nothing to do all day. After a three-hour suspension drive, they came to another developed coast. .