King of 25 Cubs

There was only invisible darkness all around, and the faint sound of heart beating came from all directions, which seemed empty and strange.

What the hell is this place?

I subconsciously stretched out my hand...

Hey, where is my hand?

Wait, not just my hands, my whole body is gone!

I don't feel the existence of a torso, limbs, or even a head. At this moment, I am more like a breath, or an invisible body of consciousness.

What kind of ghost story is this? !

Where is my head?What about my neighbor's boastful head?

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a body, at least leave your head to me, how can I drink coke and soak wolfberries without a head... Oh, and hair, hair is the soul of the head!

The first time I encountered this situation, I was a little panicked, but soon calmed down again and began to think about how to deal with the current situation.

What did I do before I fell into this situation?

Well, the orphanage exploded, and I used a power.

That is, there is a problem with the ability?

My ability is "The Bell of the Dead", of course I prefer to call it "repeatedly jumping on the verge of suicide". This ability is passively triggered after accidental death. The scope does not include the death of illness and the end of life.

The application of powers belongs to human instinct, just like human beings are born knowing how to make a fist and blink.When I first discovered that I was a power user, I knew how to use this power and understood what the limitations were.

As for how to punch to defeat the enemy, how to blink to fascinate all living beings, this belongs to another category - that is, the growth of supernatural powers.

My ability does not have the ability to grow. It is the same as Dazai's "Disqualification in the World" and my master's "Superhuman beings do not create". It is born with a fixed effect.

Instinct tells me that I can jump time at will after death, and I can send anyone to any point in time.

Instinct tells me that I only need to pay the price of hair loss to become a proxy for time.

There is no problem with these, but what is going on with this situation now?

I started to review the operation:

From 16 years old to [-] years old, this is the first time to read a file;

After the explosion of the orphanage, the file was reverted for the second time;

The orphanage exploded again, and the third time it went back...wait?

This time the retracement is different from the previous ones. The previous ones were jumping backwards, but this time they are jumping to the future.

Is there a problem with jumping to the future?

I frowned subconsciously, and then realized that I have no eyebrows now.

To jump into the future, you need to die once, and then... um, die first?Wait, die first? !

I suddenly discovered that this problem is big!

If I die at this moment, then I have no future, this timeline stops abruptly, how can I jump to the future! ! !

To use a simpler description - I'm stuck with a bug.

I haven't tried jumping into the future before, but instinct tells me it's okay to do so.Out of the certainty that I can "clench a fist" and "blink an eye", I didn't think about this issue at all.

Could it be that my instincts deceived me?

But why do I have this instinct?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is the truth. I have figured out the cause of the stuck bug, and now I have to think about how to get out of it.

I "looked" around... well, I couldn't see anything clearly, anyway, let's see if I can move myself.

After some hard work and trials, I found that in this dark space, consciousness has a limit, and I can knead my consciousness into any shape, just like kneading dough and kneading clay figurines.

Wow, what fun!

I knead myself into a lychee for a while, and knead myself into a watermelon for a while... After playing for a long time, I remembered: Am I trying to find a way out of trouble?Why are you having so much fun playing yourself? !

This space can make people childish and unfocused, well, it must be, definitely not my problem.

I pinch it for myself, squeeze out two arms and two legs, and the body still maintains the appearance of a watermelon.

It's not that I like being a watermelon, but... the human form is too difficult to make, I can't do it!

After pinching my legs and feet, I tentatively moved forward.

can go!

I started to explore the surrounding area. This space is very large, and I haven't touched the edge after walking for a long time. It seems that I don't have to worry about bumping my forehead.

But speaking of it, I'm a watermelon now, if I hit my head, will I roll back?

Wait, I'm a watermelon now, so I don't need to walk with my feet at all, I can just roll it, so the speed can be faster!

So I stuffed my hands and feet back into my body, rolling forward.

This is several times faster!

"It's so good to make watermelon!"

I am so fragrant.

To be a watermelon essence, there is no need to worry about anything except the risk of being eaten.

Being in this space, I seem to have lost the perception of time, and I don't know how long I have been rolling, maybe a few minutes, maybe centuries, when I suddenly felt a lightness in my body.

"Wow!"

Feels like bungee jumping, just not sure if I'm going to break into a watermelon scoop.

As I fell, the sound of my heart beating was getting closer.

There seemed to be a light spot at the bottom, and that light spot became bigger and bigger as I approached.

I abandoned the darkness behind me and fell into the endless light.

White light flashed through countless memory fragments, and among those fragments were me——

I became an undercover agent and jumped between several major organizations:

I was bullied by students and harassed by teachers;

I learned swordsmanship under the guidance of my master;

I look forward to my mother coming home;

It was the first time for me to visit Maria Orphanage;

I want to please my mother, so I am very well-behaved;

At the center of the fetters, I have more and more friends;

And, alone, alone, with only myself...

The location of the heartbeat seems to be close in front of me. In addition to the heartbeat, I also heard the "da da" sound of the second hand of the clock.

Hastily, as if urging something "da da" sound.

At the end of the light, I saw a girl.

A small one, delicate like a doll, wearing a plush hat, and a gold pocket watch around her neck, a girl who is similar to me but not the same.

She lifted her head as if feeling something, and when she saw me with those inorganic eyes like red gemstones, she suddenly smiled at me.

I, who had regained my human form, opened my arms and threw myself at her.

·

An unnamed town around Moscow.

It was still dark at this time.

Fyodor, who was only eight years old, looked at the palm of his hand dreamily.

In front of him was a bloody adult male corpse, surrounded by wine bottles lying here and there.

"Supernatural powers... let's call it "Crime and Punishment". "

He tilted his head, and slowly spit out the words a little jerky.

after an hour.

The Maria welfare home next door.

Gao Suiyujiang was awakened by the sound of sirens, and she got up from the bed with a little impatience, and found that her husband, Dmitriev, was not on the bed.

She yawned and walked to the door, wanting to see what was going on outside.

Dmitriev was also at the door, looking over to the next door.

"Did someone have an accident?" Gao Sui Yujiang asked him.

"Murder happened next door," Dmitriev murmured.

"Murder? Who died?"

Gao Suiyujiang looked surprised, and then felt that it was reasonable for this kind of thing to happen.

Their neighbor was a doctor at the Maria Hospital for the Poor, named Mikhail, whom Ikue Takaho had met several times.

The doctor made an excellent impression on her, a well-mannered gentleman, who could find no fault in either appearance or manner.

If she hadn't seen the wounds on his son Fyodor later, she would have never known that this dog-looking guy was very authoritarian and would domestic violence after drinking.

From this point of view, in this murder case, either the doctor killed his son after drinking too much, or the son rose up and killed his father.

Gao Suiyujiang thought to himself, if the son killed his father, then when the police come to ask later, they should say more good things about the son.

That child is really poor. I heard that the mother died of tuberculosis some years ago, and the father is like that.

"The one who died should be Mikhail." Dmitriev paused, and then continued: "It's not clear what happened, please ask the police later."

Takaho Ikue nodded.

Some children in the orphanage were also awakened by the sound of sirens, and she comforted them one by one. After a while, the police came to the door.

"The robber broke into the door and killed the doctor?" Gao Sui Yujiang opened his eyes wide, not daring to say anything: "I didn't hear the robber's voice at all."

"It should be that the male owner broke in after he was drunk and fell asleep, so there was no resistance, and the property in the house was looted. Of course, it is also possible that the patient who was treated before had a grudge and deliberately retaliated. This remains to be investigated."

Gao Suiyujiang was a little scared. If it was really a robber, fortunately his target was not his own.

Then she was ashamed of the thought, and to make amends, she hurriedly asked, "Is Mikhail's son all right?"

The boy named Fyodor would not have been terrified by such a terrible event.

Once the doctor died, he became an orphan. If he wanted to live in the orphanage... well, he probably wouldn't.

Because of his weak appearance, Fyodor was bullied by children in the orphanage. Although Takasu Ikue had disciplined those children, she suspected that similar things still happened in places she could not see.

"The kid named 'Fyodor' is missing."

"Missing, missing?"

"Yes, we found Fyodor's blood at the scene. He should have also been attacked. The preliminary judgment is that he was probably taken away by robbers."

The policeman said solemnly: "It is still uncertain why the robbers took him away. It may involve human trafficking. There are many children in the orphanage. Please pay more attention to the traffickers."

Takaho Ikue and her husband looked at each other.

"If you two have any clues, please let us know in time. This is my contact information..."

After the police car left, the chaotic night returned to tranquility.

No one knew that there was a person hiding in the cellar of the Maria Orphanage.

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.

·

The case was finally settled, because the panic brought by the murder incident to the town quickly subsided, and it became the talk of others after dinner.

The sorrows and joys of human beings are not interlinked, and the suffering that does not belong to oneself will eventually fade away with time.

Life in the small town quickly returned to normal.

Not long after, late at night, Dmitriev proposed to have a child with Ikue Takaho.

"Haven't we discussed this before?"

The two have been married for many years and have no children. They once went to the hospital for an examination. It turned out that the survival rate of Dmitriev's sperm was low and it was difficult for her to conceive.

They accepted this fact and never mentioned the child again.

"Honey, I said I don't care, we have a lot of children, don't we?"

Takaho Ikue comforted in a gentle voice.

There are already twelve children in the orphanage, which is enough to make up for some shortcomings.

Dmitriev sighed: "But I care."

Gao Suiyujiang hesitated: "Then what do you want? Do you want to be a test-tube baby?"

Dmitriev pursed his lips, as if making up his mind: "Actually... I have other ways."

He opened the safe and took out an old file bag.

In the file bag, there was only a blank page with no writing on it.

"It's ripped from a book, and as long as what's written on it is logical, it will become reality."

Gao Suiyujiang didn't believe this rhetoric, she smiled: "Honey, today is not April Fool's Day."

"It's true, I didn't lie to you." Dmitriev's expression was too solemn: "You may have heard of 'supernatural powers'. The magic of supernatural powers cannot be explained by science so far. Although this 'page' does not know origin, but it is likely to be related to supernatural powers.”

He begged his wife: "Try it, what if it succeeds?"

Takaho Ikue was silent for a long time.

Finally, she nodded slightly: "Let me think about it."

She felt that her husband was mentally abnormal, and he would believe such a thin piece of paper.

So she began to think about how to coax Dmitriev to see a psychiatrist.

The couple had their own concerns, and they didn't notice that a child who was hiding like a mouse came out to find food in the middle of the night, passed their room, and completely listened to their conversation.

Fyodor's eyes turned slightly.

He didn't do anything else, and went to the kitchen to look for food as planned, but happened to meet a girl who also stole food.

That girl Fyodor knew, she had a very bad personality, she took the lead in laughing at Fyodor's appearance, and even threw pebbles at his face.

The moment she saw Fyodor, the girl opened her eyes wide and wanted to scream.

Fyodor didn't change his face, and stretched out his hand lightly and delicately.

This hand is slender, white, and weak.

The girl didn't cry out.

She could no longer make any sound.

The next day, a child from the orphanage disappeared.

On the same day, Dmitriev discovered that the safe had been opened without his knowledge, and there was no trace of picking the lock. There was a lot of money in it, only the "pages" were missing.

Gao Suiyujiang was busy calling the police and finding people, and was busy replacing the doors and windows of the orphanage with stronger doors and windows. She was anxious and sad, and completely forgot the "joke" her husband said last night.

Dmitriev did not say that he had lost his things, and he never mentioned to Takasu Ikue that he wanted a child.

It's just that he occasionally looks at his wife with strange, suspicious and evasive eyes.

·

After stealing the "pages", Fyodor returned to his home next door to the Maria Welfare Institute.

He sat in the basement, put the "pages" on the table, leaned back in the chair, and bit his thumbnail.

The bookshelf is facing his position, and there is an exquisitely made doll——

Ruby-like eyes, butterfly-like eyelashes, wearing a cute little skirt, holding a golden round clock...

It's a pity that the doll, which is obviously very beautiful, has its hair cut off by someone, making it look weirdly mutilated.

The former owner of the doll, the girl from the Maria Orphanage, had been dumped in the surrounding forest.

She once showed off to her friends that this toy was a gift from the family who planned to adopt her.

In the end, because the biological daughter did not agree to have multiple younger sisters, the family had to give up the adoption.

In a fit of anger, the girl took the doll to vent her anger, tore off the doll's hair abruptly, and threw her into the mud pit.

Later, the doll was picked up by Fyodor.

"It's so rough..."

When he picked up the doll, he gently wiped the dust and mud off her face: "She doesn't want you, I want you."

Since then, it has become a decoration on Fyodor's bookshelf, and it has also become his friend who can't speak.

Fyodor stared at the dolls on the bookshelf, for a long time, he wrote on the page——

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky fell asleep, and when he woke up, his doll had the ability to think."

"Like a real human being, she is able to communicate and learn, has powerful supernatural powers, can tolerate Fyodor unconditionally, and will always support all his decisions."

"Maybe she's not a doll, but some other mysterious being. But whatever she is, it can't be human.

Yes, she's just human, not human, and the nature of human beings is to cheat and betray, and she doesn't. "

"She was always loyal to Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky."

……

After writing this, Fyodor suddenly felt very tired.

He fell asleep on the table.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something for a moment, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Under the warm yellow light, a girl about his age was sitting on the table, smiling at him.

She was wearing the same dress as a doll, her expression lacked vividness, her skin was delicate and smooth but not real, she wore a golden pocket watch around her neck, and her ruby-like eyes were somewhat dull.

However, she can speak.

It's a pity that it will only make small milk sounds like "ah" and "ah" like a baby.

The dolls on the shelves disappeared.

Fyodor opened his eyes wide.

That "page" is real!

Then, Fyodor looked at the new "doll" with scrutiny, and finally exhaled slowly.

"The thing that created you came from the Maria Orphanage."

"From now on, you will be called 'Maria'."

The ruby-like pupils were a little more radiant, as if they had been infused with life.

"I am... Ma... Leah..."

Like a parrot, she whispered the name.

·

In front of the porch of Takaho's house.

Osamu Dazai poked his head out from behind the pillar and saw Takaho Yuka aiming the gun at the temple.

The moment she was about to shoot, her movements suddenly stopped, as if time was frozen, and it was like old rusty mechanical parts stuck.

After waiting for 2 minutes, Takaho Yuka remained motionless.Dazai frowned, walked over, and carefully squeezed the gun away with two fingers.

During this process, he did not touch Takaho Yuka.

Takaho Yuka still didn't respond.

Dazai thought for a while, and tapped her forehead lightly with his fingertips.

Takaho Yuka fell down softly.

Dazai opened his eyes wide in surprise, stretched out his hand to test the other person's heartbeat and breathing, then his pupils constricted suddenly, and there was even a moment of bewilderment on his face.

After a brief daze, his gaze slowly sank, and there was a rare seriousness in his expression.

Finally, he sighed and sat down beside Takaho Yuka.

"I said you, are you playing off this time?"

It was very quiet next to him, and no one answered him.

Dazai fell silent.

After a long time, he said quietly: "The weather is getting hotter and hotter, will you be broken? If you come back and find that your body is broken, you will not be happy, right?"

Having said that, Dazai's eyes lit up, and he picked Takaho Yuka up from the porch.

He walked into the kitchen calmly, and then...stuffed the girl into the oversized refrigerator at Gao Suo's house.

The author has something to say:

The first week will not be too long, about two or three chapters.

I thought about it and decided to write this part of the content in the third person, because the first week does not belong to the present continuous tense, which has already happened and been covered in the past.

And although this is Yuka's beginning, her past, Maria cannot be completely equal to her.

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By the way, the specific time and numbers have meaning.

On Christmas, Yugo jumped back to the age of eight, Dazai saw Yugo for the first time, and Toto had the dream of the first week.

On Easter, the heroine used her abilities to save the orphanage, and then met Fukuzawa Yukichi.

In the first week, there were 12 children in the orphanage, and when Tuo Si hid in, it was 13. In Western religions, 13 is not a good number.

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感谢在2020-06-1006:56:40~2020-06-1200:08:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Falling Following_Eighteen 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 45 bottles on this shore;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!