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

"Whoa-"

The sound of the glass smashing against the human head was clear and loud, and the bright red liquid mixed with the glass shards hung on the black and thick hair.

The red liquid seeped down the black hair, dripping onto the ground drop by drop.

For a moment, it was unclear whether it was the blood that flowed out or the wine in the glass.

The muscles on Jennifer's face seemed to stiffen with a big smile.

The contours of her face were three-dimensional, her smile remained unchanged, but the muscles under the eyelids twitched indistinctly, the eye sockets seemed to be sunken a little more, and the color of her lips became paler.

Jennifer kept leaning over. She raised one hand, as if suddenly turning into a rusty clockwork robot. The movement was slow and stiff. She slowly lifted a strand of hair from the back of her head, and grabbed a hand of blood and A pile of broken glass shards.

She stared at the blood and glass shards on her hands, and suddenly there was a scream from the crowd, and a girl rushed out of the crowd and ran to Jennifer's side.

Netty held Jennifer's arm in horror, and looked at the girl on the sofa with a bit of anger: "You—how can you hurt others casually?"

The sound of the ball was turned off by someone, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The crowd looked at this corner silently.

The blond girl's eyes were loose, she casually turned the thin glass handle in her hand, let it fall to the ground, and did not reply.

Instead, Jennifer suddenly laughed.

She couldn't tell whether she was laughing out of anger or genuinely, but she stared at Sidelle coldly like a snake spitting out its core, while laughing, she tugged at the angry friend beside her, and said with a light smile, "It's okay... I'll go first Go to the bathroom."

Netty anxiously supported Jennifer and walked towards the toilet. She wanted to check the wound on Jennifer's head, but the black-haired girl held down the part scratched by the glass with one hand, and she was unwilling to let her check.

"I'm fine--" she said, the bright red liquid slid down from the top of her forehead, Jennifer smiled strangely, opened her friend's hand, walked lightly, twisted her waist like a water snake, and walked into the bathroom: "I'll clean it up first .”

When Belch squeezed out of the crowd, she didn't see Sidelle.

The bell in his pocket rang, and he turned on his phone with complicated emotions, and saw his sister calling him.

Belch picked up the phone with trembling hands, and heard the girl's plain and clear voice coming from the phone.

"I'm outside the school, it's time, it's time to go back."

Hang up after finishing speaking, Belch's words were stuck in his throat, he ran out angrily, and saw that familiar figure on the road outside the school.

The girl was tall and slender, but she was not wearing an evening gown just for the ball, but her usual clean style.

She wore a black leather jacket and suit trousers, with slender legs and rivet boots—unremarkable in a mass of elegant evening gowns and high heels.

It's almost like an outlier.

But now Belch seemed to suddenly understand something.

His sister is dressed like this, rather than going to the ball, it's better to say that she is ready to fight!

Belch walked in, and saw that the blond girl held a cigarette that was about to burn out in her hand, and sparks flickered between her pale fingers.

He walked over, and Sidel looked up at him, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Belch's lips moved slightly, his heart froze, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sister, if you are in a bad mood, you can hit me to vent your anger..."

"Did Jennifer piss you off? I can scold her for you. No matter what, you can't do anything to others in public..."

"She asked me to drink," the blonde girl said coldly, "but I don't want to drink."

"Alcohol can numb the nerves of the brain—"

She lightly tapped her temple with her fingers, and said in a casual tone, "So I think she wants to numb my nerves, and then murder me while I'm drunk."

Belch: "..." This is why you beat someone to death at the ball and asked him to take care of the funeral?

This explanation is sloppy to arrogant, perfunctory and blatant.

Belch endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back.

The thin boy with platinum short hair said angrily: "Then do you know how much compensation I have to pay her to settle this matter? Her parents will definitely come to her door - and then I will lose at least one month's living expenses my mother gave me! "

It is said that Jennifer's head is covered with blood, and she must lose a lot of money.

Sidelle dusted off the cigarette ash, and a few strands of white mist rose from her fingertips: "You are very skilled in the follow-up processing of this kind of thing."

Belch's words froze.

He stammered: "Henry and the others beat people before, and after that, it was me who lost money... But I promise that I will never do this kind of thing again in the future."

After subconsciously explaining, Belkey ​​realized something was wrong.

But he didn't dare to show his dissatisfaction, so he could only whisper: "Then sister, when you hit someone next time, can you choose to strike when there is no one around?"

Even Henry knows how to beat people in remote places!

Belch: "And—and Jennifer didn't do anything wrong..."

He bit the bullet and said this sentence, but heard Sidelle snorting inexplicably.

She cut off the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road, "Do you know why Jennifer wants to talk to you?"

Belch: "...I don't know."

"It's okay if you don't know," Sidelle patted the little boy's cheek: "After all, you are useless, why would she dance with a piece of trash like you? Guess what she... likes about you? Little-brother- younger brother-"

Belch: "..." His sister can always hit and insult him with precision.

In the bathroom, the bright lights reflected the girl's face on the mirror. Her face was pale, with wrinkled skin on the corners of her lips, and her gray-blue eyes revealed extreme bloodthirsty desire.

Jennifer had already cut out all the glass shards in her hair, and her black hair was hanging wet on her chest at this moment, and the blood-soaked water dripped on the porcelain white sink, and quickly turned into a light pink.

She stared at the mirror coldly. The girl in the mirror was young and beautiful, with a beautiful face, but now the skin on this face was visibly pale to the naked eye, like a rapidly fading flower.

The speed of the decline is horrifying.

Jennifer unhurriedly twisted the water droplets on her hair, the door outside the bathroom was knocked, and the worried voice of her friend Netti came: "Jennifer, are you okay?"

The girl in the mirror paused slightly. She turned around and opened the bathroom door. Nitty hugged her worriedly and looked at her carefully: "Your complexion is so bad...God! I think you need to go to the hospital—"

"It's okay." Jennifer stroked her wet hair and forced a smile: "You didn't call the hospital, did you? I don't need those—"

She licked her bloodless lips: "I'm just, a little hungry..."

"Hungry..." Neti looked at her blankly: "Then do you want to eat something now? By the way, the injury on your head..."

"That's not important," Jennifer pushed away Nettie's hand, she smiled at her friend, her gray-blue eyes were loose, and her voice seemed to be muttering softly: "I'm going home...see you tomorrow. "

Netty stared blankly at her staggering away figure, wanted to catch up, but slowed down inexplicably, and a fear suddenly arose in her heart.

Jennifer lowered her head, stroking her intact scalp with her fingers, her Adam's apple moved slightly, and she staggered towards the outside—the people in the school hall had already dispersed, and she stood in the campus, seemingly lost for a while Finally, he finally walked slowly towards a certain place.

I'm really hungry, I shouldn't be so hungry today, if it wasn't for...

Today... just go there and eat.

Henry was lying on the bed, playing with his pocket knife boredly, when he suddenly heard someone calling him softly.

"Henry, are you there?"

Henry, who had been confined at home by his father for many days, hurriedly got up from the bed, looked out the window, and saw a person standing quietly by the window.

The girl in a red evening dress stood by his window, raised a pale and beautiful face and smiled at him, the smile was sweet and touching, and the gray-blue eyes gazed at his face affectionately.

She held the skirt in one hand, and brushed her wet black hair behind her with the other, showing a proud curve, with a moving light in her eyes: "I heard that you haven't been to school for a long time... I'm a little worried, I want to come and have a look you."

Henry's Adam's apple moved, his gaze stayed on the girl's proud chest for a moment, and he asked hesitantly, "Jennifer, we don't seem to know each other well?"

"Actually, I've been paying attention to you for a long time—" she said affectionately, stroking the black hair behind her with one hand.

She was fiddling with the clotted blood scab on her hair because she hadn't washed it just now.

"The whole town of Derry knows your name, doesn't it? Your unruly, unique, strong...has long attracted my attention."

"An embarrassing thing happened to me tonight... all I can think of now is you, would you like to accompany me?"

Henry swallowed his saliva, he let go of some doubts after being beautiful, and became confident when he was praised, but he also hesitated and said: "But my dad doesn't allow me to go out these few days...I'm still in confinement."

Jennifer: "..."

She stopped smiling, stared deeply at Henry, stretched out a slender hand to stroke his cheek: "But, are you going to abandon me for your father..."

Sliding her fingers to her Adam's apple, she gave a provocative smile.

……

Henry avoided his father's supervision. He climbed out of the window, excitedly held Jennifer's hand, and walked together into the woods by the roadside.

The girl's fingers were cold and soft, her smile was as sweet as her voice, but for some reason, after Henry climbed out of the window to face her, she pushed all her wet black hair to her shoulders, as if she didn't want Henry to see her black hair.

Henry was a little strange, but these strangeness lasted only for a moment, and then he was surrounded by the offensive of warm and fragrant nephrite.

He was dragged into the woods by the girl, Jennifer turned her head, a strange smile appeared on her pale face.

Her eyes glowed faintly in the dark forest, like a hungry wolf with green eyes shining.

It is only a 10-minute walk from the school to Belch's house.

Belch followed Sidelle step by step, but within two steps, a strange voice suddenly came from the side of the road.

"Hey, good lady and gentleman—" the voice held the pathetic cry, "can you stay for me a moment on a night like this? Here's poor Pennywise the Clown, and now he just wants a little The audience and the applause..."

Belch was taken aback, looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a clown holding a red balloon standing in front of the dilapidated white fence.

He could not see the expression on his heavily painted face, he seemed to be laughing and crying, "Old and stupid Pennywise, kicked out of the circus, lost his job, family and everything... Now he just To get a little audience, oh well, well-meaning people pay off, and if you'd stop and watch the poor clown perform... I think you would, I don't even need a little money for that."

Seeing Sidelle stop, Belch was taken aback and stood up.

Belch originally thought that Sidelle would go up and take a look—after all, the clown looked really sad, maybe his sister would feel compassion... But Belch soon realized that he was wrong.

Sidelle froze. She took out the Bluetooth headset from her arms and put it on for herself, as if she hadn't seen the crying clown on the side of the road, she continued to walk forward with a blank expression.