Chapter 164 Blood and Blood She and He
"Didn't you say you wouldn't save him?"
Weifeiya stood in the darkness. She raised her hand, and in front of her was still the transparent barrier, smooth and cold.
She raised her eyes and saw outside the barrier, a blood-red heart was beating steadily, and the sharp tip of a long sword was hanging above.
She couldn't see any changes.
The inexplicable sound continued.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't save him?"
The dark eyelashes moved slightly, but the eyeballs did not change.
She didn't answer.
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"No."
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"No."
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"Why? To interfere..."
Vifiya still didn't answer.
The gray-white ceiling was rough, and the dark shadows of the tiny pebbles were not obvious under the light of the oil lamp.
Vifiya stared upwards, and suddenly three heads popped out of her sight.
"Are you okay?" It was the little fat boy who asked anxiously.
"You've been sleeping all day." Fei Yi said with a smile, "The little fat boy was so scared that he didn't even dare to cry."
Upon hearing this, Vifiya glanced at the little fat boy. He looked normal and didn't show any embarrassment at all.
Nerys' eyes were filled with worry: "That's twice."
Vifia sat up and just as she was sitting upright, she heard Eddie's voice from the window: "Sister Clover said you were fine, you just fell asleep."
There was obvious suspicion in his eyes. If it happened once, it would be an accident, but twice would not be a coincidence. This was his experience in the past.
"I'm fine." Vifiya shook her head.
She said she was fine, and Eddie didn't ask any more questions. After leaving the tower, he didn't want to care about her affairs.
She is too dangerous.
But Fei Yi seemed serious this time. Fortunately, Xiao Hui did not do anything that might be detrimental to Fei Yi, so he did not stop Fei Yi.
Vifiya glanced at the few people, and glanced at Dai'er's bed calmly. It was empty and she had not come back yet.
Seeing that the little fat boy looked normal, she thought the matter had probably been resolved, so she didn't mention it again.
"Bang-bang-bang-bang"
A bell rang from the center of the island.
Fei Yi, the little fat boy and the other two started walking out of the dormitory, and Nerys also walked towards the oil lamp.
Fei Yi waved her hand: "Let's go back to the dormitory first. We can't let Clover catch us before we go back."
After they disappeared outside the door, Nerys softly reminded them, "I'm going to blow out the lights."
"Okay." As Vifiya finished speaking, the entire dormitory fell into darkness.
After several days of heavy rain, the moon finally showed up slightly.
Faint moonlight spread across the floor, and beside her was the rustling sound of Nerys climbing onto the bed.
"Are you feeling better?" Vifiya looked at her.
His eyes gradually got used to the darkness, and Nerys paused in his sight, then froze for a moment: "Huh?"
She lay down and pulled up the thin blanket, answering absentmindedly, "Well, I'm almost well. I can get up at the time arranged in the tower tomorrow."
Vifiya stared at her for a while. Somehow, she always felt that Nerys was strange today.
She turned her head back, not wanting Nerys to feel the intensity of her gaze.
Is it because her body hasn't fully recovered yet?
Vifiya was unsure, she lowered her head and lay down again.
She glanced at Nerys and asked, "Nerys, did something happen to you?"
At the other end of the dormitory, Nerys was quiet for a while. She closed the flicker in her eyes and said, "No, what's wrong with me?"
There was no difference between Nerys and her usual self, and Vifiya couldn't see her face clearly in the dim light. She could only suppress her doubts for the time being: "No."
She turned her head to look at the small window: "Go to sleep."
Outside the window, the moon was half hidden behind the clouds, leaving not much light for the island.
The dormitory fell into silence, and Vifiya couldn't fall asleep for a while.
She could vaguely sense that she was dreaming again, a dream she often had since she came to St. Fagus Island. Even though she was curious about what was in her dream and why she couldn't remember it every time she woke up, she also understood that there was no rush. She couldn't make marks in her dreams and bring them back to reality as a reminder.
The sky gradually cleared and the aftermath of the storm gradually dissipated.
For the next few days, Vifiya sat in the left end corner of the dining hall as planned.
Compared to her daily life in Samsonta, she only had to help the nameless boy block attacks.
He still didn't say anything, and none of his actions were affected by Vifiya, let alone thank her.
But Vifiya didn't expect to receive his thanks. If she received thanks suddenly, she would think something was fishy.
Vifiya peeled the boiled egg, the delicate touch brushing against her fingertips from time to time. After taking a bite, she had to admit that it was more than ten times better than pea porridge.
She handled the occasional unexpected incidents skillfully, and the children in the dining hall and Clover became accustomed to it from their initial surprise.
Vifiya raised her eyes and looked at the opposite side openly.
Anyway, if she was interested, it wouldn't be difficult to tell that she sat here because she wanted to do something, so there was no need to hide it. Besides, with the green-haired boy's personality, Vifia didn't think he would react suddenly.
It’s been almost seven days. If it really existed, it would have happened a long time ago.
His long, grass-green bangs covered his eyes, casting shadows. Even though Vifiya sat opposite him for several days, she never really saw his eyes.
There seemed to be a constant flow of air around him, quiet and steady...
Vifiya couldn't deny that his calmness was very useful, and it calmed her down whenever she felt anxious about the unknown.
Even so, she was not interested in him as a person. She was interested in how to survive from the devil.
Vifia picked up the fork that Clover was going to give everyone to pick up the chicken nuggets and stabbed it into the chicken nuggets. Her hand movements paused. For nearly seven days, she had not said a word to the boy or done anything.
She raised her thoughtful eyes, concealing her emotions, and whispered softly so only they could hear: "I can't finish it, do you want some?"
The boy didn't respond, he continued to eat quietly.
Vifiya stared at him, not noticing any subtle changes or fluctuations in him.
She made a rude move.
Place a few pieces of chicken directly into the boys' bowls.
The boy ate bite by bite in silence. Under Vifiya's gaze, he did not feel uncomfortable because she put the chicken pieces down in the middle of his meal. It was as if those pieces of chicken were originally in his bowl, which he picked up, chewed, and swallowed.
There was a thoughtful look in Vifiya's eyes.
In the following days, apart from paying attention to Nerys's occasional uneasiness, she was testing the boy.
Whether it was something she liked or not, she would put some into the boy's bowl. The boy's reaction was no different from the first time, or rather, he had no reaction at all.
Could she really get any advice from such a person?
She couldn't see any desires in him, and having no desires also meant having no weaknesses.
No, his weaknesses are equally obvious.
Vifiya expertly placed half a pancake on top of the one he hadn't eaten yet.
She stuffed a spoonful of lentils into her own mouth, watching the boy dig into the lentils, and then...
The boy picked up her pancakes, just like before.
After the boy swallowed a mouthful, Vifiya asked softly, "Is it delicious?"
They were all the same pancakes, so she could naturally taste the difference.
She couldn't see his eyes under his bangs, so she couldn't tell if he was really like his whole body, without any changes in emotion.
As expected, there was no response.
Vifia didn't care. Even if the lentil and cabbage stew made by Clover today was not as delicious as before, she would finish it.
She didn't want to see Clover deliberately look hurt, and she needed to earn more gravel candy. The fat boy now relied on her for this little bit every morning to reduce the number of times he said he was hungry.
She has to continue to be a good child who obeys the rules.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but worry about Dale, just like Nerys.
Dale hasn't come back yet. Clover said that if you have any problems, you can go to her and don't bother Maggie.
Vifia had looked for Clover a few days ago, and all she got was that Dale was still receiving treatment.
Clover didn't say where, how, or when he would be able to return.
She hadn't been with Dale for long, but considering that she gave her useful information, that Nerys, who was nice to her, was always worried about her, and that the black grandmother, whom she couldn't completely trust, Vifia was willing to spend some time on Dale's behalf.
She lowered her eyes and thought, something was not right with Nerys recently. Although she was no different from usual, she still felt that something was wrong.
Suddenly, there was a slight sound of breaking air in her ears. In just a moment, Vifiya stood up quickly, supporting herself on the table with one hand and reaching towards the boy's forehead with the other.
The dining hall seemed to become even quieter.
The cold feeling passed along the palm of her hand, first to Vifiya, and then to a burst of burning pain.
The sticky red liquid slid down the tip of the knife.
The cold light close to the boy's forehead was gradually stained with Vifiya's blood.
The boy, as usual, did not respond.
It seemed like he wasn't the one who almost died just now.
This is his weakness. Because he doesn't care, he doesn't care about death either.
Warm blood dripped onto the bridge of his nose, slid down the curve, and stopped at the tip of his nose. He shook it off, and swallowed the blood along with her pancakes.
Vifiya did not move, not paying attention to the pain in her palm. She lowered her eyes, and there was a cold scrutiny in her dark pupils.
If she stabbed him with a knife now, would he care?
Do you really not care, or are you pretending not to care?
The dinner knife spun beautifully in her hand, and she pressed her index finger on the back of the knife against his neck.
The white neck was instantly stained with her blood.
The boy continued to eat the pancakes he had not finished.
The deep black pupils carried a hint of arrogance that Vifiya herself was not aware of. Her index finger exerted force little by little, slowly penetrating into his flesh.
The boy continued to eat the pancakes she placed on his wooden plate.
Blood was oozing from his neck, and together with the blood on the edge of the knife, it was impossible to tell whose it was.
Through the knife, I could feel the boy's heartbeat steadily, beat by beat, without any disorder.
The boy's grass-green hair brushed against Vifia's fingers.
He swallowed the last bite of pancake, threw away the knife, and moved a short distance to the right side of the long table where no one was.
"Xiao...Xiao Hui?" Nairis called out uncertainly.
Her action really scared them all.
Fei Yi yawned lazily, and just watched with Eddie and the fat boy. Although they were somewhat surprised, they didn't think there was anything wrong. Compared with the past when a crazy child killed dozens of children, it was much better.
After all, nothing is impossible on St. Fagus Island.
Clover had just found the medicine in the corner of the dining hall and ran over. Obviously, she didn't see Vifia's actions just now.
Even if the other children saw it, they wouldn't say much.
It's so normal.
Clover sat next to Vifia and took her right hand. "Fortunately, the dining hall has herbs on hand."
As he spoke, he skillfully treated her wound.
The coldness and scrutiny in Vifia's eyes had disappeared. She obediently let Clover sprinkle herbs on her palms without crying out in pain.
The cloth strips were wrapped around her palms, and the faint scent of herbs lingered at the tip of her nose, exactly the same scent as that on the black grandmother.
"Come to me once a day for five days to change the medicine." Clover picked up the small box of herbs beside her and said to the children who were looking over at her. "Okay, let's continue eating."
She waved her hand, and Fei Yi, Nairis, and Chris, who came over, saw that the girl had been bandaged, so they continued to eat.
Vifiya picked up the wooden spoon and the eating motions were a little difficult, but not a big problem.
There wasn't much food left in the bowl.
She raised her eyes, but the boy still didn't react. He didn't wipe the blood from the tip of his nose, and the redness on the side of his neck was covered by his hair.
Although her hands itched and she wanted to wipe the blood off his face, she controlled herself.
After finally swallowing the last bite of cabbage in the bowl, Vifiya asked indifferently in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Hey, why are you alive?"
As expected, there was no answer. Vifiya picked up the wooden tray and turned to leave.
Under the shadow of the long grass-green bangs, a pair of silver eyes that seemed as eternal as the starry sky finally moved, slowly looking up, staring at the girl's back without blinking.
In my mouth, there is the taste of blood.
Hers.
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