Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Let’s have something more interesting~
The sniper completed his mission, and the police confirmed that Mike had no pulse.
Then, order was restored. Police and medical personnel evacuated and treated the students.
As for Mike who fell forever?
No one would care about him, he would still be that invisible person. Of course, they would add a general adjective to describe him - that evil guy.
His eyes were wide open, his pupils were dilated, and he was looking towards Olga, his bloodstained hands were stretched forward towards somewhere unknown.
*
Olga turned and left without anyone noticing her.
She lowered her head, her crimson hair hiding the emotions in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth kept rising.
She felt the blood rushing up and her heartbeat was extremely clear in her ears.
The bloody images of red and white can never be erased from my mind.
Olga felt an unprecedented excitement, and everything that had just happened was constantly stimulating her nerves. Her hands hanging at her sides twitched uncontrollably, as if urgently urging her to do something.
Not enough...
It's not enough.
Not enough!
If you just watch...
The snow gradually fell heavier, and the wind blowing through the teaching buildings brought the cries of the survivors on the playground.
Olga didn't feel cold.
This might be the feeling of having your blood boiling, Olga thought, her mind wandering and a little dizzy.
But, not yet...
if……
Graduation is in half a year, she shouldn't cause trouble.
Olga raised her hands, which were shaking with excitement, and covered half of her face. She took deep breaths and tried to calm herself down.
*
Olga failed.
Perhaps the beast within her heart would finally break free from its cage, perhaps she simply wanted to indulge herself, or perhaps her rational brain was drowsy from the cold and fever... but none of this mattered anymore.
"Hey, maybe you guys want to play something more interesting~"
Amidst the noise of music and alcohol, the childish voice of a child stands out so abruptly.
*
When Olga's blood boiled, she was standing in a house on the outskirts of the city, with the cheerleader tied to a chair in front of her. Her once beautiful eyes were now filled with tears, smudged by her black eye makeup, making her look a little funny.
Olga had taped her mouth, and the only thing she could do at that moment was to shake her head and cry.
Dozens of men and women lay in pools of blood around her, their pupils dilated, yet still reflecting the utter terror they felt before they lost their breath.
This is the home of Clara Bertha, the cheerleader who is currently tied up.
Clara was feeling down because of the barn shooting on campus. Shortly after she got home, her friends from school rang the doorbell, saying they had invited her to a party.
Clara was in no mood to throw a party, so why would she invite them?
But they did receive a text message of invitation from Clara.
So, no one knew who had suggested it, but this party, which shouldn't have happened, ended up happening anyway. Music, alcohol, and some drugs that couldn't be told to outsiders were all excellent placebos.
So, they indulged themselves, roared, laughed... as if their souls had floated away from reality. They were so happy, as if nothing had happened.
The nightmare began at that moment.
*
Clara's brain, ravaged by alcohol and drugs, was now fully awake. The sight of broken limbs and flesh on the ground around her made her stomach churn.
Not only her friends were there, but also her parents.
Clara knew that she would soon become like that.
At this moment, regret, fear, and hatred completely occupied her mind. She looked at the demon in front of her, who could be called a child, with her eyes bloodshot and almost turned red.
She could no longer struggle, and her skin was covered with purple and blue marks, as well as... wounds of various sizes and shapes.
Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, she began to feel cold in the heated room filled with the smell of blood.
But she still stared at the red-haired, blue-eyed demon in front of her, as if she wanted to engrave her appearance in her soul and take her to hell together.
Clara wanted to ask why.
She did lock the girl in the bathroom, pour cold water on her, and mock her wantonly... However, she never thought that these actions would take her life and cause her torture.
Aren’t these very common?
Isn’t this what happens in every school?
Clara never thought...that her parents would be affected.
She hardly dared to turn her head to look at her parents - they were lying in a pool of blood, their broken limbs mixed with other people's, and it was almost impossible to see their complete human form.
But they are innocent!
She cried and could only cry, but she had no tears left.
Clara didn't know why the demon in front of her suddenly stopped - did it want to torture her alone for a longer time?
Clara saw Olga stop and drop the crowbar to the ground, where it made a dull thud when it hit the wooden floor.
The red-haired, blue-eyed demon looked at her in distress, muttering something.
*
Olga was indeed distressed.
She calmed down, but not completely.
She felt as if her soul was split into two halves. One half was extremely excited by the stimulation of the scene before her, constantly clamoring for her to take action; the other half seemed to have jumped out of her body, watching all this coldly with extreme rationality.
Trouble again.
This was the first thought that came to Olga's mind after her rational half awakened.
You have to clean up the mess and try not to be discovered by the boss.
This is the second thought.
So Olga bent down, picked up the crowbar on the ground, and gave a bright smile to the girl in front of her with tears on her face.
"Let's make this a quick fight~"
At this moment, a discordant sound suddenly appeared in the room filled with heavy metal music.
It's a violin version of "Ave Maria."
Clara recognized the music, this holy and beautiful music.
Soothing classical music intertwined with frenetic heavy metal. Clara lowered her head, tears silently sliding down her cheeks.
Merciful Lord...
*
Olga naturally noticed her cell phone ringing, but she impatiently reached into her pocket and turned off the ringer.
But after just a few seconds, the bell rang again, and the relaxed melody seemed to turn into a rapid bell of judgment.
She took out her cell phone and frowned slightly when she saw the caller ID on the screen.
After a brief hesitation, Olga answered the phone.
*
This afternoon, Toru Amuro received a text message from Olga saying that she was going to a classmate's house after school, so she would be back late today and he didn't need to pick her up from school.
At first, Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows in surprise at the text message.
Olga made friends?
As Olga's current guardian, Amuro Toru naturally knew how difficult this was. So, in addition to being surprised, he also felt relieved.
So, Toru Amuro texted Olga back, telling her to get along well with her classmates and have fun.
At first, Toru Amuro was planning a Thanksgiving vacation trip to Hawaii at home, which he had promised Olga.
However, until eight o'clock in the evening, Olga still hadn't returned, and she hadn't even sent a text message, and all the text messages sent to her by Amuro Toru fell into the sea.
Toru Amuro began to worry, and then he called Olga.
The first call was hung up.
Toru Amuro took the car keys and walked quickly towards the garage while making a second call.
The second call was not hung up, but the situation did not make Toru Amuro feel any better.
There was a loud metallic music coming from the other end of the line, which made Amuro Toru move the phone away from his ear the moment the call was connected.
Olga's voice was vague, almost drowned out by the clamor of heavy metal. Amuro Toru could hear her slightly rapid breathing.
Amuro Toru started the car: "Olia, where are you?"
"I'm at my classmate's house." Olga's voice was as playful as ever.
But this time, Toru Amuro did not feel relieved. His heart seemed to be tightened by the fast and irregular beats of heavy metal.
"Where's your classmate's house?" Amuro Toru adjusted the gear of the car, put his hand on his headphones, pressed the switch to control the garage door, and sped out from under the slowly rising garage door. "What's the specific address?"
Olga probably didn't hear clearly what Amuro Toru said.
Toru Amuro heard Olga's breathing become heavier and she seemed to be struggling.
“Bang—”
It was the sound of something heavy falling.
"Olia?" Toru Amuro sped up the car, feeling more and more uneasy.
Then came the crisp sound of metal collision from the earphones.
"...Ha, it's okay, ha, I just accidentally dropped something on the ground." Olga seemed to be breathing heavily.
Her voice was unsteady, a bit weak from exhaustion. Amuro heard her say, "I'm hanging up now, Lingling. I'll be home soon."
It wasn't until he heard a busy tone in the headset that Toru Amuro came back to his senses.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and took out his mobile phone with the other, his fingertips operating on the screen quickly.
Olga had a little Genius phone watch, which she refused to wear but reluctantly agreed to put in her schoolbag. Perhaps...even she had forgotten it existed.
Toru Amuro can locate the position of the watch through Xiaotiancai's software.
I hope Olga still has her schoolbag, Amuro Toru prayed.
*
What normally takes half an hour to get there took Amuro Toru only ten minutes. Fortunately, he didn't encounter any police along the way.
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