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

Derry Township, Maine.

Today, a new person has moved into this rural and cozy town.

Thick, overcast clouds hang over the small town, and the upcoming summer vacation seems to bring only a bit of sweltering heat to the current weather.

A tall, slender girl in a loose black raincoat stood at the intersection.

When she walked into this small town, her eyes suddenly fixed on the missing person notice posted on the wall.

The boy in the color photo is smiling happily, and the bold black font stands out prominently on the white paper.

[Corcoran... missing for seven days...]

The girl stared quietly for a while, then suddenly stepped forward and gently stroked the missing person notice.

Feel a bump at the edge of the paper and wall.

She stroked it with her thin white fingertips, revealing half of this missing person revelation.

I saw a stack of missing person notices pasted on the back.

Only the child in the photo is different.

She paused slightly, and turned to the last page. The boy on the paper was only six or seven years old, and he was a very cute child.

"Miss," someone behind her suddenly called her, and the blond girl turned her head slightly.

A boy with a melancholy face and sunken eyes called her to stop. This boy looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with a thin body and curly black hair nestled on his forehead.

Bill?Denbrough gritted his teeth and looked at the girl in front of him——

She has proud long blond hair and fair skin, her blue eyes are indifferent and cold when she turns around, and her white chin is slightly raised, as if she doesn't care about everything, and she is clearly watching herself. But he couldn't find himself in his eyes.

Bill looked at her indifferent expression, as well as the coat of the same color under the black raincoat and the leather boots with silver chains, paused for a moment, and spoke with difficulty.

"I, I'm sorry—I haven't, been, seen you in this town, are you, new here?"

It was difficult for him to speak, and he stuttered from time to time.

The girl stared at him calmly, withdrew one hand and put it in her pocket, and did not speak.

Bill couldn't, so he could only resist the pressure and continue to say: "These are very important and cannot be torn."

"Missing, missing children -- their homes, their families are still waiting."

Bill had been prepared to be violently treated by this sullen-looking, haughty, difficult girl.

But he didn't expect that the girl in front of him just gave a faint "hmm".

The girl turned her eyes away from him, Bill breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard her ask softly: "You are so nervous, has someone torn these before?"

Bill: "... huh?" He reacted belatedly, and nodded with gloomy eyes: "My brother... is the first one you just saw, the missing person notice."

"He—disappeared a few months ago."

He lowered his eyelashes melancholy, "That day, it was the same sultry weather as today—but it rained heavily and heavily."

"Because, because our family has posted it for a long time, in school... there are a few guys in my school who don't like me, use this as an excuse-these two days, tear up, a lot about my brother of--"

"So, I just thought..."

I thought this girl was also with those people and came to tear up the missing person notice.

It was difficult for him to speak.

"Do you have any grudge against them?"

"No, I, I swear I didn't offend them!" Bill suddenly became agitated, and his thin neck showed a thin pink: "But the whole town knows what kind of scum they are—"

The girl suddenly turned her eyes to him again, it was light and cold, like broken glass or fine snow falling on her body.

She said, "When you curse, you suddenly stop stuttering."

Bill: "...sorry."

The boy scratched his head, and apologized a little: "I was probably agitated just now..."

Seeing the girl seemed to have no other meaning. After Bill apologized again, he was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by the girl.

Her voice was cold and clear, without emotion, she just handed him an umbrella.

"It will rain today." The blond girl looked up at the sky and said lightly, "Go home early."

"Thank you, I..."

Bill was a little dazed, he stumbled and wanted to say something more, but the girl didn't seem to have the desire to continue talking to him.

She hung the handle of the umbrella on the boy's arm, stretched out her hand to button the hood of the black raincoat, and glanced at the street corner indifferently.

The clown holding a red balloon in his hand is standing in front of the dilapidated house overgrown with wild grass. His face is painted with heavy white oil paint. Two bright red vertical lines are scratched from the eyes down to the corner of the cracked mouth. He is grinning and looking at the The direction where she and the boy were standing.

"Wait," Bill watched the blond girl lift the suitcase, stared blankly for a moment, and suddenly called out to her: "If you're here, if you're new here—if you're at school, remember not to provoke people like Bowers... ..."

The blond girl turned her head suddenly, her eyes seemed to be looking him up and down strangely.

Bill felt anxious: "They are not good people..."

He said something else - like they were the scumbags who tore up his brother's missing person notice.

But I haven't had time to stumble and say it.

He saw the girl with outstanding appearance in front of him suddenly showing an inexplicable smile.

She raised her hand to touch the exaggerated earrings on the white earlobe on the side of her face, and raised her eyes lazily, the expression in her blue eyes gradually turned cold.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person either."

She smiled slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes, and the expression on her beautiful and eye-catching face was cold.

"...You don't need to return the umbrella, stay away from me."

Bill stared blankly at the girl's disappearing figure, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask her name.

He picked up the umbrella in his arm, and fine raindrops fell from the sky.

A gust of wind blew by, he shivered coldly, suddenly felt something, turned his head suddenly, and saw an empty street corner, dilapidated houses standing in the drizzle.

"Why have you become more and more suspicious recently..." He muttered a few words to himself, opened his umbrella and walked slowly towards the house.

In the deserted streets, for a long time.

A bright red balloon suddenly rolled out from behind the dilapidated house.

"Yes, Mom." On the warm sofa, the boy with short platinum hair snuggled up to his mother's question impatiently.

He draws out his voice, "I know——I will treat my so-called sister with perfect grades well, as long as you don't require me to get a [-] SAT score."

"Belch, you must not be disrespectful to your sister Sidelle—" A woman's majestic voice came from the other end of the phone, but she obviously couldn't restrain her son who was thousands of miles away and hadn't seen for many years: "Because you She has been reluctant to leave, and she came to Derry Town just because of my request... If you are rude, I think it will make me very embarrassed..."

"If you promise to go to your sister's house during the summer vacation and let her discipline you well, I don't have to keep her busy to this extent. You have never met, she agreed to this for my aunt... I don't pray You got good grades, I just hope you don't end up being a scumbag, kid."

"Got it, it's annoying."

Belch hung up the phone impatiently.

He was surrounded by three other boys.

A brown-haired boy—that is, the eldest among them, Henry sneered twice: "I can't tell, you are still a good boy who listens to your mother."

Fatty Hawks laughed along with him.

Rich, a dark-haired boy, was sitting in the corner of the sofa, playing with his phone indifferently.

"I don't want to," Belch immediately defended loudly, "but my mother said that if I don't obey the discipline, she will forcefully send me to the juvenile rehabilitation center—even if I fly back from Australia, I have already refused to leave the town of Derry. Can't let my goddamn sister back out of nowhere."

"Yes, you can't come forward," Henry patted him on the shoulder: "but we can—"

Rich suddenly raised his head: "I have already explained to Julius and the others..."

The boy with short platinum hair hesitated for a moment: "Is this too much?"

"Isn't that sister of yours going to transfer schools? But she has already graduated from high school, isn't she still here to watch you - think about how you can stand being watched by a serious and rigid adult all day long? She will still be with you Your mother made a small report."

"Don't worry, Julius and the others are tactful - they don't even know how to use knives, at most they get blocked in the toilet and beat them a few times, and they threaten to take nude photos..."

Belch: "Wait, that nude photo..."

"What?" Henry pushed him, "That kind of photo won't go out, just play like a house, she will definitely listen to us obediently if she has a clue - then let her report to your mother whatever."

He said with a strange smile: "It's best to handle this kind of good girls with good grades - because they have no other entertainment activities except those in school, just scare them casually."

"And," Rich said, "there's a low-shouldered band playing in a dark alley the day after tomorrow."

The black-haired boy said with bright eyes, "If your sister hasn't been packed tomorrow, you won't be able to go to the bar the day after tomorrow—"

Instigated by a bunch of boys, Belch finally chose to remain silent.

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Ding-dong-"

Belch got up, and walked out silently under the watchful eyes of the three boys behind him.

He opened the door and saw his sister, whom he had never met for more than ten years, standing in front of the door.

Belch froze.

The tall and slender girl stood in front of the door, withdrew her hand from ringing the doorbell, and slowly took off her black raincoat hat, revealing her proud long blond hair.

She flicked her hair casually, rolled up the sleeves of the raincoat that was too long, unbuttoned the raincoat and casually threw it into Belch's arms.

Belch, who was hit by the wet rain: "..."

He was forced to hug a dripping wet raincoat, and opened his mouth to say something, but the blond girl—his nominal sister, Sidelle, didn't seem ready to answer him.

She walked in slowly pulling the suitcase, glanced calmly at the living room on the first floor, stopped for half a second on the boys on the sofa, and then turned around as if seeing the air.

Then he went straight upstairs with his small suitcase.

Belch, who followed in with a raincoat in his arms, said, "..."

Three Neglected Boys on the Couch: "..."

Until Sidelle's figure disappeared in the stairwell, Henry seemed to react, and praised: "Your sister is really good—"

He recalled the amazingly beautiful face and indifferent expression of the girl he saw just now, as well as the slender figure covered by the loose black coat, and couldn't help licking his lips.

"If she can show her legs..." He clicked his tongue twice, "I think she will definitely be no worse than the school courtesan Jennifer—no, Jennifer is far worse than her."

But in this way—the boys can be sure that Belch's eugenic sister who came from afar is just a dull and timid girl.

The kind that can cry at will.

Belch threw the raincoat on the sofa, and Henry's words made him a little displeased, but he didn't say anything in the end, just went upstairs silently.

Belch came to the second floor, originally planning to take the titular older sister Sidelle to her room.

However, he saw the blonde girl in his room.

Belch's room was of course the one with the best lighting and structure in the villa—but he hadn't reacted yet, until the girl gave him a faint glance.

Belch: "I'll take you to the room prepared for you..."

Then he was interrupted.

"I want to live here." She said in a cold and commanding tone.

He didn't even look back at him as he spoke.

Belch frowned: "This is my room..."

The pretty girl with blond hair took off her large raincoat, leaned against the window and looked out the window, not knowing what she was looking at.

Hearing these words, she looked back reluctantly, and glanced at the bed: "Is that so? If so—"

Belch waited for her and him to leave, but in the end he only waited for a word.

"Then you should change the quilt now." She said lazily, with a seductive smile in her cold and tired eyes, she stared quietly at Belch.

Belch froze.He suddenly noticed that the girl was still wearing a pair of leather boots covered with thin silver chains, and the silver earrings could be seen in the golden hair, which was a size that even Jennifer, the trendiest girl in school, could not easily wear.

The girl's plump lips were slightly raised, and the moist light was reflected on it, which seemed to be some kind of lip gloss.

Belch suddenly realized something.

——Perhaps Sidelle is not the good girl they thought she was.

She might... not be so easy to deal with.