How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

Mason Vijay, who was praised as a good man by his beloved little lamb, was very happy.

He also replied sweetly: "You are also a kind and good boy."

Sidel's lips curled slightly, and she nodded herself.

"Yeah," she said with a slight smile, and accepted Mason's compliment without guilt, "I think so too."

Although now this good boy really wants to pry his head open with the holy sword of physics.

...Ah, but I still have to hold back.

Can't try to be quick for a while, the prison is his final destination.

Sidelle thought to herself, suppressing the emotions in her heart.

With a calm face, she poked her head out and said, "Brother, I want to bring some food to the children in the orphanage. Can you pay for me?"

Anyway, this crumb will go to prison sooner or later, just squeeze it out before he goes in, and do more good things for the children.

Sidelle borrowed the place of someone else's orphanage, so she was really embarrassed to go there empty-handed.

She did have some sympathy for the children in the orphanage.

As expected, Mason complied.

At this time, the car had driven half of the distance, surrounded by wilderness, rolling mountains, and winding mountain roads. Mason followed the navigation for another ten minutes before finding a small supermarket nearby.

Sidelle got out of the car, and Mason followed behind her, but he didn't go in, but waited for her at the entrance of the supermarket.

After Sidel walked in, she found that the space inside was quite large, which could be called a unique place.

The shelves of goods are placed in rows on the smooth tiles. Sidelle turned to the daily necessities, and pushed the shopping cart all the way to the shelves full of snacks. She doesn't eat snacks very much, and she doesn't know which brands are delicious, so she just picks out the expensive ones Add to cart.

……Well.

If it was a child, they would probably like sweets more...?

The little girl who doesn't like sweets hesitated for a while, and searched for sweets on the shelves.

Sidelle stuffed another pile of chocolates into the shopping cart, and turned around to see a box of exquisitely packaged candies placed on the top of a shelf. The side of it was empty, as if others of the same kind had already been purchased.

It looks so popular, it should taste good.

The shelves were high, and Sidelle stood on tiptoe trying to reach the box of beautifully packaged, delicious-looking lime-flavored candies.

...not enough.

Sidelle: "..."

She made an effort, jumped a little, and tried again.

Still not enough.

Sidelle: .

Just when she was thinking about whether to ask the front desk for help to take it down, a hand with slender wrist bones and well-defined knuckles suddenly stretched out from behind and took down the box of candy.

Sidelle's eyes lit up, she turned around and said, "...Thank you."

Her words swirled in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

The boy in the peaked cap threw the candy into his shopping cart calmly, without even looking at her.

When Sidelle thanked her, he had already pulled the shopping cart away, and Sidelle only saw the tall and slender figure of this man.

He walked to the checkout counter, raised his hand and pressed the black peaked cap, and the mace-shaped zipper of the cardigan sweater of the same color reflected a dazzling silver light in the sunlight.

Sidelle watched helplessly as the box of candies she fancy was placed on the payment counter majestically.

……Humph.

Those who hide their heads and show their tails are definitely not good people!

Sidelle, who was still short, was indignant.

When she left the supermarket with a big bag of food, Mason was the only one outside, and there were no traces of others, not even the traces of vehicles.

Seeing Sydelle come out, Mason hurried forward to help her lift the things: "Do you buy so much?"

"Yes," Sidelle handed the things to him with a smile: "There are about a hundred children in the orphanage."

Mason paid for Sidelle, and the two returned to the car.

At this time, it was only a dozen miles away from the orphanage, and only ten minutes later, Sidelle and Mason arrived at the orphanage.

The surrounding area is not deep mountains and old forests, but a stretch of flat yellow sand.

The old director of the orphanage came out to greet them. This is an old man who is more than half a century old, but her eyes are bright and her spirit is hale. She shook hands with Mason without saying a word: "Thank you very much for your willingness to come here to carry out Charitable investment, I believe that the children will make you feel the ordinary and beautiful things here. Christie—”

The old dean waved behind him, and a young girl in her twenties ran over. She was a beautiful girl with curly brown hair and black eyes.

"Hello, I'm Christie Cotton." Christie greeted Sidelle and Mason.

The old dean said on the side: "Christie is our volunteer here. She has been here for a month...she will introduce everything about this orphanage to you."

"You know, there has been no fresh blood here for a long time. In any case, I am very grateful for your coming."

The old dean sighed softly, his vicissitudes of eyes dimmed slightly.

Christie led the two into the orphanage, and Sidelle noticed the crumbling walls around her, and couldn't help but feel slightly stagnant.

The environment here is indeed... a bit indescribable, and it looks like it has gone through vicissitudes.

Entering the yard, the first thing that comes in is a huge...cannonball?

Christie looked at the astonished Mason, smiled slightly, and explained to the two: "This is a bomb dropped by the enemy during World War II, but it seems that something went wrong, so it didn't explode, and it has been silent until today. Years ago, this place was an orphanage."

Mason's expression changed slightly: "Wouldn't that be dangerous? What if it suddenly explodes one day."

The smile on Christie's face froze for a moment, and then she said without changing her expression: "Hello, according to common sense of physics, it will not explode."

"It's dead." The girl said softly.

Sidelle suddenly felt as if someone was watching her, she turned her head subconsciously, and saw a figure of a child flashing behind the glass window behind her.

...Is anyone on the second floor?

Sidelle stared coldly at the reflective window on the second floor, and a gust of wind blew by, which seemed to bring a bit of chill.

Christie over there was still leading Mason to go inside, Sidel thought for a while, and decided to follow Mason.

... Never mind, let's finish what she has to do first.

If you see something that shouldn't appear, just pretend you didn't see it.

They came to the house, which is a place for children to rest and entertain. It is surprisingly large, with a height of about tens of meters. Sidel looked up and suddenly had the illusion that she was in a cave.

In the empty and quiet hall, two or three children walked past from time to time. They looked timidly at Mason and Sydel, who had never met before, and didn't dare to step forward until Christie smiled and waved to them.

Sidelle was busy observing the room, and without noticing, she suddenly found that Mason had disappeared.

Facing Sidel's inquiry, Christie smiled and said, "Mr. Vijay just said he wanted to go shopping alone, so he left first. I don't know where he is now."

Sidelle's complexion remained unchanged, but she felt a little upset in her heart - she didn't know if that guy ran somewhere to find the child she liked.

She was a little annoyed, greeted Christie and ran outside.

Find out where Mason is first.

After Sidelle left the hall, Christie lowered her head and spoke softly to a group of children surrounding her.

no one saw—

Next to a certain bed, a series of watery children's footprints suddenly appeared.

On the transparent glass window, there was a pale face sticking to it, and the dark eyes looked coldly out of the window.

Mason Vijay felt that the little girl Sidelle was his lucky star.

——Not only did she suit his appetite very well, he even found a rare little lamb in the orphanage because of her.

It was a little boy wearing shabby clothes. The clothes on his body were dirty as if they hadn't been washed for decades. His lower body was almost naked, revealing two gray and white slender legs.

Mason swears that in those few seconds he saw brokenness in the kid - something he'd always been obsessed with.

However, in just a few seconds, the child disappeared without a trace, and Mason never saw him in the hall again.

He was very annoyed, and then he thought that this child probably had a bad life in this orphanage. If he could find him directly and draw a big pie for him, he might be able to abduct him back to Muskrat Manor without even talking to the dean. The old woman is messing around.

He couldn't be more clear - how many people are there in the name of charity and philanthropy, but do dirty things privately, in case the old dean sits down with him and raises the price...

Mason snorted coldly in his heart.

There were only dozens of children adopted here, and there were more than a dozen in the hall just now. However, Mason walked all the way from the hall to the kitchen, and then from the kitchen to the backyard, but he didn't find the little boy in gray clothes.

He cursed a few times angrily in his heart - Mason was not a good-tempered person in the first place.

His external gentleness is just a trap to achieve his goal.

Just when Mason thought he couldn't find it, and was about to go back and ask Christie or the old dean, he turned his head, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a gray figure in the gap between the opposite door.

The little boy who was dusty all over was squatting in the crack of the door locked by the iron lock, half of his face was covered by the iron lock, only a pair of eyes stared at him silently.

Mason's eyes lit up, and his heart was ecstatic. The gap between the two doors was not small enough for a child to get in. However, when he got nearby, he found that not only did the child run away again, but it was also difficult to get in given his size.

Mason had no choice but to squat down, poke his head hard to look inside, and found that it turned out to be a house with the same structure as the hall, but much smaller.

The room was covered with a thick layer of dust, and Mason kept calling, "Hey, boy, where are you—"

"I'm Mason Vijay, a great philanthropist. This time, I'm here to pick out children who should be adopted in the orphanage. My farm is very big. There are a lot of new clothes, toys, and delicious food. You can even ride horses here..."

He lured outside the door for a long time, but there was no movement inside the door.

Mason's tongue was dry, and he became angry again. He broke the wooden door and pulled it hard, but he didn't expect that it would actually make him open a little distance.

Mason was overjoyed and tried to get in, but he actually climbed in smoothly.

He was choked up, coughed violently twice, fanned the air in front of him in disgust, slowly got up, looked around, Mason found the entrance of a corridor, he walked there, trying to Call the unknown child.

"Hey, I promise to give the adopted children the best treatment... You know my father is a famous rich man..."

As he spoke, he went up the stairs to the second floor around the corner.

Mason didn't expect there to be such a large space here. He glanced around aimlessly. He didn't expect to see it, but he actually caught a glimpse at the end of the corridor on the second floor with a casual glance. figure.

Mason took a few steps forward in ecstasy. He was just about to introduce himself, and then flickered for a long time, but suddenly saw the child turn around.

It clasped its hands in front of its body in a stiff circle, stepped barefoot on the floor, and looked at him faintly, its eyes on the gray skin were cold, and there was a strong dead air.

Mason froze suddenly.

He stood there in horror, his legs trembling, and subconsciously took a step back.

Mason suddenly understood why he saw a sense of brokenness in this child.

—Because its head is really broken.

It looked like a watermelon whose skin had been ripped open, exposing the bright red flesh inside.

There was a blood hole on the round head of the little boy, and the skin beside the blood hole was evenly cracked, like a dense spider web, winding from the top of the head to the brow bone.

The bloody hole is still floating upwards.

Mason took a few steps back, his lips were trembling, and he was almost dumbfounded by fright. He stared blankly at the bloody little boy walking towards him slowly.