[Comprehensive British and American] Goddess of Misfortune

Qiao Xi's first murder was at the age of nine.

On that day of that year, Yan Zheng came back after drinking a lot of wine, and wanted to ask Xu Ya for money, but at that time, all of Xu Ya's money had already been paid to Qiao Xi's tuition. Xu Ya wanted to hold him back, but Yan Zheng slapped him backhanded.

Then, Xu Ya died.

She accidentally bumped into the corner of the table.

Qiao Xi watched the blood slowly stay on her forehead, gradually covering the ground, like manjusawa blooming on the gorgeous red carpet.

The beauty is tragic.

But Yan Zheng was drunk, he didn't see the blood all over the ground, he didn't feel guilty at all, he just stepped on Xu Ya's chest again, still cursing, but at that moment, Qiao Xi heard clearly There was the sound of Xu Ya's joints breaking.

Like a crystal ball that falls to the ground and can no longer stick well.

Xu Ya uttered the last sigh of her life.

And then, die forever.

So Yan Zheng also died.

She always remembers that moment when the fruit knife passed through his chest, and the blood splashed on her face. It's unbelievable.

【Father, you are not good.Mom is mine, how can you kill her? ~] She looked at him, as if looking at a naughty child, with a calm tone as if saying "Hello".

She was much shorter than Yan Zheng, and she couldn't reach Yan Zheng's head when she stretched out her hand.She seemed to think about a very important question, and then her knife moved forward.

Yan Zheng's body trembled a few times, and finally fell to his knees.

Qiao Xi patted Yan Zheng's head in satisfaction, just like when she was very young, when Yan Zheng didn't drink.

Very gentle.

[I haven't disliked her yet, how can you kill her? 】

[Bad dad, kill him. 】

She killed Yan Zheng.

In this story, Yan Zheng is her biological father, and Xu Ya is her biological mother.

As long as there is a little hint, after that day, those stupid adults will self-righteously make up a story, saying that Xu Ya and Yan Zheng killed each other in a fierce quarrel over money.

Only her.

Only she, Qiao Xi, was innocent, poor.

She was sent to an orphanage.

She went to primary school.

Everyone laughed at her as a wild child without parents, playing games without her, tearing up her notebooks while doing homework, there are all kinds of bugs in her desk every day, and sometimes there are mouse catchers folder.

Qiao Xi's second murder was at the age of 11.

It was a boy who was one year older than her. Because she refused to help him with his homework, he arranged beggars on the road to rape her.

He even brought a video camera to film the whole thing.

It was an old beggar full of yellow teeth, and one could see lewdness from his eyes.

She killed the beggar.

One knife after another, watching him gradually become bloody and bloody, she put away the knife, and finally looked at the shivering boy in the corner.

He was too scared to speak or walk.

Qiao Xi didn't kill him.

She cut off the boy's tendons and hid the boy in that alley.

She doesn't like killing people.

After that, it took her a week to complete her most satisfying piece of work—she named it No. [-].

Number One is a doll made entirely of human organs.

Although only a small amount.

But it's beautiful.

At least Qiao Xi thinks so.

Especially those eyes, as if she could still see the frightened and desperate eyes of the child, those eyes fascinated her so beautifully.

No one doubted her, everyone thought that the child was too naughty, so she was kidnapped by traffickers on the road.

The day his parents came to make trouble at school, she stood in the corridor outside the classroom, hearing their crying, but she just watched with calm eyes.

She sold that doll to a jewelry store for a lot of money, and they all said that this doll is very real.

reality?

Originally a real person.

Later, she used the money to buy raw materials for many dolls.

She likes this feeling.

It's as if she is the creator.

She can do anything.

Only later, she was taken away by people from the institute.

Instead of discovering that she was the culprit in the recent serial murders, she discovered her intelligence.

Incomparably calm and beyond the calculation ability of ordinary people.

They brought her back to the institute, where she met two people, Qiao Li and Qiao Wei.

Qiao Li is stupid and advocates force, while Qiao Wei is smart enough, but she is a bit self-righteous, and she trusts her friends too much.

Like her.

Qiao Wei always felt that she regarded them as friends.

But Qiao Wei didn't know that if Qiao Xi wanted to leave the institute, it was just a matter of order.

But she didn't.

She has been calmly mixing with them, making them gradually trust her.

She also gradually learned to pretend.

The people at the institute began to feel that she was just an obedient girl, they no longer supervised her every day, and relaxed the restrictions on her and the Internet.

This is the biggest mistake they make.

She recruited spies herself.

Blow up the lab where she lived for many years.

She is tired of life.

However, she didn't want to die alone.

why?

She doesn't understand.

It was not until many years later that she gradually realized that this sad and empty feeling is called loneliness.

The flames brought by the explosion that day were the most beautiful fireworks she had ever seen in her life, because it symbolized death.

But she didn't die.

She woke up in another world.

21st century, London.

Not even the world would want her soul, would not accept her death.

Qiao Xi laughed softly.

There was no smile in his eyes.

If you don't let her die, let her be the doom of the world.

She'd wanted to be Erichdor for a long time, she'd be the world's—

Goddess of Misfortune.