San Francisco Boarding School
What is sin, what is evil, and what is human sin.
Jiang Kexin has always pursued personal heroism. He always believed that although the world is sinful, it still has its merits. The merits he mentioned are not sins, but that there are always people who stand up in times of difficulty.
Even though Jiang Kexin had been treated unfairly, he never said "I hate you" to the world. On the contrary, he lived a good life and spent every day obediently, and when he was inexplicably chosen, he also tried to do his best.
But Jiang Kexin is an idealist, the embodiment of ideals. He is indifferent when faced with his own sins, but what if he encounters the sins of others? Jiang Kexin turned around and returned to the classroom, but he didn't dare to go in. Yes, he didn't dare.
A large amount of blood flowed from the classroom, soaking her shoes with every step. Jiang Kexin took a step back. The door was wide open. He seemed to be shouting, "Come in, come in!" Jiang Kexin felt the world spinning. At this moment, an eyeball rolled out of the door, a swirling eyeball belonging to Teddy, emitting a beautiful brown light.
Jiang Kexin was stunned. Perhaps because the shock of these times was too great, the system sound rarely appeared. While he was stunned, Everton and Winston appeared. They stood behind Jiang Kexin and held Jiang Kexin's cold hands with both hands. Everton approached Jiang Kexin and stroked his cheek. He said: "How about it, little lamb, do you understand who your final choice is now? Why do you always choose people who have nothing to do with you? Look, it's you who caused all this."
Everton is a player, not a real child. He knows better than anyone how to destroy a person. After previous observations, he has confirmed that Jiang Kexin is a player, and Winston beside him is also a player. They are both players, which means that there are now three players left.
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Everton wanted to fulfill his own wish, to enjoy Jiang Kexin in a physical sense. When Everton was about to drag the spoils forward, Winston coldly took out his gun and smiled coldly: "I told you, Jiang Kexin is my fun now. If you want to have fun, you have to join me."
The fun they talk about is not the same as that of adults. It is more evil. To put it bluntly, children have more evil tastes than adults. The evil they receive is pure white, but what is the most primitive evil? Only children know this.
They like Jiang Kexin, so they have a hundred and eighty ways to torture him.
Make him suffer and despair.
Jiang Kexin didn't know how much time had passed. He was suffering in aimless pain. It seemed as if his life was left with only darkness, endless darkness. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his body. They were keen on torturing him while asking him how he was and whether he liked this cruelty. The good flesh here was not a word, but a physical one. The flesh was cut off, dug out, and bleeding profusely.
It's not that he didn't think about resisting, but every time he resisted, he would be shoved back with fists and guns. After all, he was still a child, and how could he fight with a child's body?
He could get away but he didn't know what he was waiting for, he thought he was waiting for the fire.
He wanted to see them die, but the day was almost over and he didn't wait. Winston sat at the head of the bed and stroked the trembling Jiang Kexin. He said that the torture methods used on children were much more cruel than those used on adults. Sometimes innocence was terrifying. Winston looked at Jiang Kexin's injuries with satisfaction. He lowered his head and Jiang Kexin curled up subconsciously. Winston was satisfied. He ran his fingers over the scars, and the broken flesh poked a few times in the fat and scarred flesh. Seeing Jiang Kexin's expression as he wished, he told her better news: "Tomorrow, we will leave here. I will take you away."
Winston pretended to be a good guy and was slow and measured, but Jiang Kexin was shocked. What did this mean? It was almost night time and there was still no fire, and these guys who had killed countless people were leaving. Although the kids here all had personality disorders, that was no reason to kill them indiscriminately.
So at night, Jiang Kexin realized that maybe no one really came to set the fire, but he could, so on the night when Winston relaxed his vigilance, Jiang Kexin stepped out of the room and staggered towards the place where the fire was set.
He picked up wood, gasoline, and various things, and with a touch of his hands, flames appeared. Soon, the fire started and all the wood collapsed. Jiang Kexin stood in the open space, watching the fire, watching everything, watching Resentment stand up, pick up the pistol, and look at his Winston and Everton.
They seemed to say something, but Jiang Kexin couldn't hear clearly, so he pressed the button to exit the copy.
Jiang Kexin's SanCheck: 37/37
san=37-2=35 Jiang Kexin's SanCheck: 40/35
san=35-15=20...Chengjianding "occasional madness"
>Note: If you lose more than or equal to 1/5 of the total number of sans at one time, you will go crazy at irregular intervals.
Jiang Kexin's Inspiration test result: 1d100=1/60 "Great Success"
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