Chapter 72 Cult Poetry

The magical girl's website was taken offline and Ye Xiaoxuan was arrested, and there was also new progress at the Superpower Bureau.

To be precise, Tian Zihan's magic has been researched in new ways, and the loss of energy in the bodies of "magical girls" can be stopped.

Ye Xiaoxuan asked Ye Xiaocao with a little concern: "Is it okay for her to be like this? I remember that the use of generosity energy also consumes itself."

It doesn’t matter, she didn’t use generosity this time.”

"That's good, that's good." Although she didn't understand the principle, since Ye Xiaocao said it was okay, Ye Xiaoxuan didn't mind it too much.

"Teacher, teacher, look, the little bear is smiling at you."

"Yeah," the technician nodded, and touched Zhu Huan's head after hearing this. After spending so many days together, Zhu Huan always supported her as a teacher, so she got used to it, and as time went by, she gradually fell in love with this lively and cheerful girl.

"Thank you so much, little bear."

The technician smiled, Zhu Huan also smiled, and then Zhu Huan's vision gradually blurred.

With a "bang", she fell down. Tian Zihan's research results were effective.

…

Only revenge has the meaning of existence.

Before she was eight years old, Zhu Huan lived in a perfect family. Her father was a famous architect and her mother was a former ballet dancer. The family was full of artistic atmosphere and love, until... she was nine years old, and she would always remember that day.

Eight-year-old Zhu Huan stood on tiptoe and pasted the painting on the refrigerator door.

It was a crayon drawing of three stick figures holding hands under a rainbow - Dad, Mom and her. She stepped back to admire her work, a satisfied smile on her face.

"My little artist has created another masterpiece?" Her father lifted her up from behind, causing her to giggle. He smelled like sawdust and coffee, the most familiar and safe smell for Irene.

"Dad, put me down! My painting is not finished yet!" Zhu Huan protested, kicking his calves.

Her father gently put her down, squatted down to look her in the eye, his gray-black eyes filled with tenderness. "Let me guess, what's missing? Hmm? What is this?"

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something and pointed at a little black man in the picture.

"It was the dream Huanhuan had last night. It was so scary."

As if she had thought of something, her eyes were filled with tears. Her father witnessed and hurried to comfort her: "It's okay, Huanhuan, it's okay, it's all fake."

The voice is extremely gentle.

If only it could stay like this until that day...

"It should be the commissioner who has arrived." There was a hint of tension in his father's voice that Zhu Huan couldn't understand.

His expression suddenly became serious. He stood up, straightened his shirt collar, and turned back to her as he walked toward the door:

"Sweetheart, can you go to your room and play for a while? Mom and Dad are going to entertain an important guest."

Zhu Huan pouted, but still picked up her crayon box obediently. At the corner of the stairs, she secretly stopped and looked down through the gap in the railing.

A strange woman came in. She was wearing a beige suit and her hair was neatly tied behind her head. She was talking in a low voice with my father.

When he noticed Zhu Huan's gaze, he immediately gave an exaggerated smile.

"This is Zhu Huan, right? What a pretty little angel!" Her voice was so sweet that she subconsciously avoided her sight.

"Huanhuan, you have to be polite." Dad frowned, "This is... Dad's friend."

But her father's "friend" didn't seem embarrassed at all when seeing her like this, and his smile didn't diminish at all.

"Your father often mentioned you. After meeting you today, I found that you are really a very smart child as he said..."

…

The woman's smile was deeply imprinted in her memory. Later, she realized that this thing should be called a cult.

…

"Neon is distorted in desire

Red lips and black silk entangled into a net

Lust is like a poisonous snake, stalking in the dark night

Gnawing at the last clarity of the soul

Drowned in the mire of sin

Every breath is a painful groan. The scarlet temptation blooms like a mandala.

But it contains a deadly poison

Until the darkness swallows me up

In the abyss of despair

I saw a holy light

That is the hope of soul purification

I'm struggling in pain

Crying in confession

Every tear washes away sin

Every prayer is a cry for salvation

When the shackles of the old world are broken

The door to the new world slowly opens

I'm naked, clean

Towards the pure light

In the dawn of a new world

I was reborn

The fog of lust has dissipated

The soul finds peace in holiness"

…

"Red silk blindfolds the eyes and spins in circles, bells ring

My brother untied my flowery clothes, the moonlight seeped blood

The doll hides secrets in its belly, stitches sew desires

The mirror swallowed the little bride, and her teeth clattered

The black cat jumped over the twelve steps, and the bells rang ridiculously

Blood bubbles float on the wash basin, skirts entangled in moonlight

The old lock clicks open the rusty door, and the mist is filled with the smell of decay

The priest holds up the black heart, the candle drips pus

The iron windows filter out the old times, the chains wrap around the corridors

The thorns pierce the butterfly bones, and the maggots lick the scabs.

When the sewage overflowed the seventh stone pillar

The cry turned into a white dove, bringing the dawn light

A new world shines at the end of the gray fog

Our shadows burn to ashes and drift towards the sun

No need to sing this song anymore.

The lullaby that never stops

…

From then on, various ceremonies never stopped in her home.

Until one day, her mother said to her, "Baby, grandma is here to pick you up from school today. Can we stay at grandma's house for a few days? Dad... needs some time alone."

…

Until one day, her father said to her: "Welcome home. The master said you would come back. Blood is thicker than water. Even impure souls have the possibility of redemption. Don't be afraid, baby. You are lucky. You are chosen."

…

Until she became a "magical girl", at that moment, she cried.

"Dad! Mom!" Zhu Huan struggled, tears blurring her vision.

Only this time, no one responded.

The whole room was covered with blood.

As long as those culprits who caused her to become like this are alive, she will not die.

After waking up from her coma, Zhu Huan felt her own magic. Fortunately, the magic power that had been lost before was now fixed, but because of this, she could no longer use her magic.

Thinking of this, Zhu Huan's eyes showed a hint of disappointment.

"I have news to reveal."

After thinking for a long time, she finally decided to speak up, so that morning, the Superpower Bureau obtained Zhu Huan's statement, and then these statements were passed to Ye Xiaoxuan through the little cat girl.

After this incident, Ye Xiaoxuan's identity was exposed to the Bureau of Supernatural Powers along with that of "Magical Girl". However, perhaps because they were too busy, the Bureau of Supernatural Powers did not discuss it much, which allowed her to stay at home, live broadcast as usual and sell grilled cold noodles every day.

That day, she picked up the poem provided by Zhu Huan and studied it sentence by sentence.