~： The fifth year story 118, the widow

Things are as if they have already been booked.

The mouse head opened the cage, pulled out the dizzy boy who had fallen inside, and pushed him to the operating table over there. The boy may have broken a bone, his foot was soft, and he was rolling with his calf on the ground in pain. The rat's head put him on the blood-stained operating table, and tied his limbs with the fixed straps on the operating table. Then, he patted the boy's face lightly.

The boy woke up, and in severe pain, he was forced to look up. Many children in the bird cage came to look at him, and everyone's face was full of fear and curiosity.

"What do you want to do? What do you want to do?! Woo!"

In the boy's panic, the mouse took out a piece of alcohol cotton and wiped his arm, then plunged a clean needle directly into his vein, and unceremoniously pulled up the putter. The dark red liquid was quickly drawn out along the syringe, and the brutal blood draw caused a twitch on the boy's face. It was so easy to wait until the other party finished drawing the blood.

The mouse head took the syringe, looked at the blood volume inside, and nodded slightly. He (she) didn't take care of the boy, and went straight to the place where the test tubes were placed. From a box that looked like a freezer storage box, he took out two test tubes that were exactly the same, stuffed with corks and filled with colorless liquid. Afterwards, he plunged the syringe into one of the test tubes and pushed all the blood in it. After the injection, the mouse held the test tube with its head and shook it gently.

No one knows what this guy is doing. Only know that he (she) should be watching the liquid in it with a very concerned gaze. Soon the liquid in the test tube slowly turned black. Obviously, after the black appeared, the guy shook harder and seemed very anxious. But soon, the liquid in the test tube returned to red again, and his (her) shaking movements became light again.

ended.

The mouse head put down the red test tube. Although he can't see his face, his hands tremble obviously when he (she) put it down, it seems... he (she) is very excited?

But, the next moment...

His (her) excitement became the boy's nightmare.

This person did not hesitate to take out another cork test tube, then took out a new syringe and plunged it in quickly, pulling out the liquid completely. He (she) took an excited step, walked quickly to the boy who was tied to the operating table, took out the alcohol cotton and wiped his other arm, and raised the syringe...

(Will die...oooooo...)

At this moment, the boy seemed to understand something, his entire face was almost distorted, and his pupils expanded in terror! He kept struggling, his arms kept pulling those belts, and his throat screamed!

(Don't...don't...oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...)

"You...you can't do this! Don't... don't! Please... I beg you! Don't——————!!!"

The syringe pierced into the skin, and the boy's fist was immediately squeezed, and the muscles on his arm also tightened. The purple veins bounced from under the skin, allowing the colorless liquid to enter the body...

"Uh...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Unlike blood injecting liquid, when the liquid enters his body, the expression on the child's face immediately becomes hideous. He foamed, his eyes turned white, and his whole body twitched violently. He screamed and begged, his pale pupils staring at each pair of eyes looking down on him from above, asking for help.

"Woo...oooo!"

Black spots, like a sign of death, climbed onto his face.

Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his lips began to turn purple and black.

He twitched and trembled. The limbs are struggling constantly, wanting to break free from the restraints. His mouth kept wailing, **** and urine were also out of control at this moment, and they flowed out.

The stench began to permeate.

The Rathead looked at the boy on the operating table who had been eroded by darkness, shook his head, and slowly turned around. He (she) didn't look at the boy again, as if nothing happened, and left the small door again.

In the empty room, only the boy's scream before his death was left.

Black spots have crawled all over his body. From a distance, it seems to be covered with black bugs.

He coughed up blood, his eyes popped out.

Just like that, after he twitched for ten minutes...

Forever, no more.

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Compared with the noise just now, at this moment, it was extremely quiet.

No child dared to argue, and no one dared to shake the cages.

After finally knowing the reality, they are all very quiet, even if the mouse head is gone, they still dare not speak.

Below, the "body" of the big boy was lying upright on the operating table, his eyes open, his mouth half open, and black spots all over his body. Some timid children are even more afraid to take a look, as if they would be taken away immediately and become like this as long as they meet those eyes.

"Woo...oooo..."

Small bread, curled up...

She was hiding in this corner, with her two small hands clenched into fists and curled up in front of her chest, tears in her mouth...

waiting……

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I didn't sleep all night last night, so during this day under house arrest, the idiot slept well.

This living room is very spacious and the sofa is very comfortable. Occasionally listening to the sound of snowflakes beating against the window in my sleep is a good thing.

After opening his eyes, it was dark all around. Looking out the window again, the snow outside can no longer reflect the light, and it has also turned into thick black ice flakes.

Time... 9 o'clock in the evening.

In other words, it may not be time for the murder drama to begin.

The idiot glanced at the food on the side table, but didn't move. He directly opened his backpack and continued to eat those simple and safe dry food. After a meal was over, he stood up and began to look at the living room.

The decoration of the living room is very luxurious. Judging from the many trophies displayed in the window, the owner of this room must be a fan of some kind of competition. A huge reindeer head hung on the wall, and a silver candlestick stood on the table in the center of the room like a symbol. On the desk in the corner, there are scattered gadgets stacked randomly, and next to them are the somewhat extinguished stove and a few chairs in front of the stove.

The idiot looked around roughly, and finally, he walked to the windows and looked at the trophies inside. On one of the largest and most luxurious trophies, he saw the name and date of the winner engraved below——

Zero Staat, the 1127 annual champion of the Tatalo Cup.

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"Seeing the new name, are you interested?"

When the voice sounded, the idiot immediately turned his head and hid it in his palm. And the person who came in smiled slightly, as if nothing had happened, stretched out his hand to smooth the thigh part of the long skirt, and sat on the recliner in front of the fire.

Young widow, Tan.

The woman coaxed the baby in her arms, her sweet smile was completely intoxicated in happiness. Listening to the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace, she sang a lullaby in a low voice, glanced at the idiot and smiled.

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"Don't you ask me, why do you appear here?"

The idiot raised his head and looked at the door. At this time, there was a sound of chain ringing on the door. Soon, he understood why.

"Oh... the young master named Severn is really amazing. I just said two fair words for you. He was always running against me during the day. Later I saw that he was really sticking to your sister. The lover didn't let go, so he said two more things, and he told his mayor's father that we should take turns to watch you all night. And I bear the brunt."

The idiot looked at the woman and sat silently in front of the fireplace. Looking at the leaping flames in a daze.

For a while, the room fell silent. The idiot didn't have any questions to ask, and the widow seemed very calm, always teasing the baby in her arms from time to time. Provoked her to giggle.

Laughter... very soft and sweet...

Listening to these laughs, the idiot turned his head and looked at the baby involuntarily, seeing God. Tan seemed to notice this, but she didn't say anything, just continued to tease the child. It wasn't until the child fell asleep that she raised her head and smiled: "You should also have parenting experience. I mean... your lost little sister."

Hearing Tan's words, the idiot raised his head again. After looking at her, the idiot thought about it and finally nodded.

"Oh, oh, I guessed right? But... I'm sorry, I touched your sore spot. But don't worry, I believe that the little sister will appear in front of you alive and well."

"........................Who are you. How did your husband die?"

Finally, the idiot asked.

However, this simple sentence caused a slight shock to Tan, who had originally looked natural. Then, the smile on her face slowly disappeared, and she was enveloped in a cloud of sadness.

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Tan didn't answer.

Ever since the idiot asked this question, she hugged the sleeping child and sat on the chair as if she would never speak again. There was a little sadness between her eyebrows, and it seemed that she had experienced some very sad past.

(Widowhood at a young age, of course, will be sad. Human kid, you really don't know how to pick up topics by looking at people. Why do you ask such unrememberable topics when you open your mouth?

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(Hehe, I know. You are testing whether this woman is an anonymous person who sent you a letter. Anyone who lied will more or less show some words in his mouth. Then...hehehe, look, this woman Are you lying or telling the truth?)

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The idiot did not answer, or rather, he buried the answer to this question deeply in his heart. Since it's still a long time, it's better to start with this woman and investigate the ins and outs of this whole thing a little bit.