little angel chasing his wife

The underground street is as dirty and messy as it is in memory. Starved corpses are the most common decorations on the roadside, and the oppressive and silent atmosphere envelopes this dark space.Dilapidated houses are rarely complete and clean, and that kind of decay is also present in all living people.

It's not uncommon for people in rags to walk past me, staring at me without blinking, just keep your back straight and don't look scared.

Cowardly and cowardly people are bullied no matter where they are, especially in this underground street, where the weak cannot survive.

The stench in the air seems to be more serious than when we came here before. The extremely poor living environment makes there are few newborns in the underground street, and some weaker ones are also difficult to survive. The people on the ground are not suitable for the environment here. It's as if a whole new place has been opened up, obviously living in the same wall, separated by a layer of ground, they are so different from each other.

"This is a good place," the teacher sat on the roof of the low room next to me at some point, playing with a small well-shaped bone in his hand, "So real, without any hypocrisy, what do you think?"

"Any feeling is hypocritical in your eyes."

"Isn't it?" The teacher sneered, "Love, friendship, sympathy... These feelings seem beautiful, but in essence, they are not human beings to satisfy themselves? The desire to be loved, the desire to be needed, the desire to give, I Good student, you should understand that people in this world are driven by desires, and I am the one who expresses my desires honestly, unlike those hypocritical human beings who use a friendly and ridiculous face Transmitting their great righteousness to others."

"I've graduated from you," I said as I walked forward. It's not the first time I've heard what he said, and every time I hear it, I feel uncomfortable. "You don't have to preach to me anymore."

"graduate?"

A cold hand suddenly touched my neck, like a cold snake climbing up my body, my hair stood on end, and I turned to look at the teacher standing behind me, his actions were always silent, Like a ghost, and now he's tilting his head, looking at me in bewilderment.

"When did I say that?" he said.

"But you..." I suddenly remembered that he had never said the word "graduation" to me.

He looked at me, the corners of his originally flat mouth gradually hooked up, and he began to show that uncomfortable smile again, "I just said 'you can go home' Oh, I didn't say you have graduated. My dear , proud, disappointing, and intriguing student Eve, you haven't graduated yet."

I feel like I'm going crazy.

I couldn't understand the teacher's intentions at all. He picked me, tortured me, and just when I thought I was going to be free and left, the day after that, he told me that it was far from over.

"Ah... that is really a memorable day," the teacher stretched out his hands, "it rained heavily, thunder covered the sky, rumbling--crack!" His right hand made a shape of a pistol and pointed at me A shot was fired in the head, "Which child will fall when the next thunder sounds?"

"They're all dead," I clenched my hands, and the nightmare I've been repeating for years is replaying before my eyes, the terrified children, the land mines lighting up their cheeks... and the trembling dyed man holding a dagger. With bloody hands, "Those children are already dead."

"Yeah, I even killed one myself. But there's nothing I can do about it. I wanted to watch you guys kill each other, but I didn't expect you bad boys to make an agreement in private. If things don't go according to the script It was difficult, so I fired a shot, just one shot, and the matter was really simple."

"Why..." My heart was trembling, but my body was still calm, and all my emotions were suppressed in the deepest part, "Why did you choose me?"

"Don't get me wrong, my student," he smiled and shook his head, then looked at me with a look of relief, "I didn't choose you, but you chose me. You must know that I chose carefully A group of good boys, but it is embarrassing to be all good boys, so I thought I should give you a chance to choose for yourself, so I gave each of you a dagger. And in the end, it is you chose to kill the remaining five children with that dagger."

……What is he saying?

Why can't I understand?

"To be honest, I was really surprised. I thought that the remaining six children would not do anything, so I chose a victim to sacrifice, so I said to the other five children, "I choose This child, so she can survive. ", to guide them, but I didn't expect that even you thought that I chose you from the beginning, after all, I didn't expect that you could live to the end, after I said that .”

All of this... so it was like this?

I still remember the faces of those five children. They looked at me viciously and called traitors, the way they stabbed me with a dagger, and even the guilt in their hearts at that time.

So everything is like this?

"But that's wonderful, isn't it? The chess piece that was intended to be discarded has become a dark horse. Although this chess piece has not been completely transformed, I have seen a lot of possibilities in her. Maybe she can become the next one. .”

what a joke...be the next you or something...

The surroundings became quiet, the teacher on the opposite side was still talking, his mouth opened and closed, my eyes moved down, and the position of the aorta was clearly presented in front of my eyes.

I really want to...kill him.

"Do you want to kill me?"

The cold voice slid over the pinnae, I felt my eyes widen uncontrollably, stretched to the limit, my fingers began to tremble, and my back was stiff and unable to bend.

"Then try it," the voice was like the whisper of the devil, "kill me and you can live, just like those five children back then, you can stab through my heart or nail it in my heart On my forehead. After you kill me, you can kill more people. There is no one you can’t kill. At that time, you will thank me sincerely, because I helped you overcome your fatal weakness. "A finger poked hard at the center of my chest, "That is cowardice and gentleness, I will help you get rid of these things, and then you will be fearless, and you will truly experience the thrill of killing, look, The blood is flowing here, such a beautiful color!" He whispered happily right next to my ear.

I escaped.

Turning around, without looking back, I ran forward with big strides, my breathing was too heavy, and my steps were too, again and again, stepping on a solid stone like a lightning strike, my heart was overwhelmed.The beasts on the side of the road were spying on me, and I hurriedly avoided their surroundings and ran towards the direction I thought was safe.

But where is it safe?

Just like that time, I snuggled up and trembled with a few children, but I couldn't escape that nightmare anyway, and in the end I could only raise a dagger at them.

It was I who killed them, and I was so terrified and loathed with guilt that I didn't even know what kind of person I was.

Killing those five children like this may be just because I want to live, not for Ymir.

It's just that I wanted to live, so I killed them, and then made excuses for myself, and then tortured myself with guilt, and comforted myself at the same time.

You see, I'm not such a cold-blooded person. I killed people for a reason, and I felt guilty for them, and I paid the price for it.

Have I ever had thoughts like this?

Maybe that's how I think.

What kind of person am I?

Who can tell me?

Eve, who learned cooking and handicrafts for her family, and Eve, who killed five children of the same age in order to survive, which one is the real me?

Do I really need to be confused?

The road disappeared, and there was a damp and dark cave in front of me. A faint light fell from the gap above. I stood in it, and after getting used to the darkness, I quickly noticed someone approaching not far away. It was different from my panic. His pace is very leisurely.

I continued to flee towards the inside, and this dark cave became brighter and brighter as I went deeper. In the end, I came to a beautiful lake with the skylight pouring down from above. In the center of the lake, there are several stone pillars leading to the other , surrounded by stone walls firmly wrapped.

The sound of footsteps behind me suddenly disappeared. I didn't dare to breathe, so I stopped and looked around.A cold hand grabbed my neck violently, fingers tightened, and I was about to struggle, when a burst of great force threw me to the side of the stone wall, and the heavy blow to the back of my head made my consciousness go blank for a moment .

The scene in front of me gradually became blurred after the cleaning was resumed. The smile on the teacher's face disappeared. He looked at my struggling face as if he was looking at a burnt poached egg this morning. Hanging softly by the side.

Consciousness seems to be gradually blurred...

A voice came from my ear, like steel balls hitting the empty rock wall, the blurred vision gradually recovered, and the voice became clear.

"Li... um..." The first thing that caught his eyes was his green eyes, and his mouth that kept opening and closing, and his voice leaked out from there, "Y... um... E... Fu!"

"Eve!"

I took a sharp breath, and a large amount of air rushed into my chest cavity, as if my lungs were going to burst, and my throat was unbearably dry.I opened my mouth to speak, and a nausea came over me.I leaned forward against Alan's chest, looking at the ground, my stomach was rolling with pain.I coughed uncontrollably.

The author has something to say: I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and wrote such a chapter, and it happened that I was going to sleep at dawn...