Chapter 206 Mizuki Private High School (Part 78)
It was clearly no longer that shabby little house, but why could I still smell the odor of dust mixed with blood? It was so familiar, yet so disgusting.
Twelve clenched his whip uncontrollably, and the only two faces in his field of vision gradually became clear.
The background sound gradually faded, but if you listened carefully, you could still hear the rhythm of the music. Twelve felt that she seemed to have overlooked something very important, but her mind didn't allow her to think about it. The next second, her attention was forced to focus on the two familiar faces.
The woman was thin, but not pretty.
She was quite tall, but she couldn't help shrinking when standing in front of the man. There was a look of fear on her face, and she didn't dare to have too much eye contact with Twelve, let alone the man next to her.
The man was fat, walked with heavy steps, and always had the lingering smell of alcohol and a bad odor on him.
When Twelve was very young, he always thought that the smell was because men didn't like to take a bath. When he was a little older, he realized that the smell was not the smell of the man, but the smell of decay and decline that had settled in the house. People who lived in it for a long time, like marinated meat, would have this smell on their bodies.
So after leaving there, Twelve would take a shower every day and check if he would have the same smell on him.
And now the familiar smell lingering in his nose suddenly caused Twelve to have a stress reaction.
With a loud crash, all the lights around went out in an instant.
Twelve's eyes suddenly went dark, and the space around him was squeezed at a strange speed. Twelve could feel that the environment deep inside him was becoming more and more cramped, and there was that familiar smell of damp wood.
Suddenly, Twelve's eyes widened and an incredible expression flashed across his face. As the whip in his hand disappeared, Twelve felt that he had also changed.
The next second, the extinguished lights came on again.
To be precise, it was coming through, because Twelve found himself in a closed environment, and the light was coming in from outside.
The dim light came through the gap, and dust particles could be seen. Twelve reached out for the faint light with her hands, but the skinny little hands and dark skin made her stunned for a moment.
She looked at her height when she stood up, and at the wardrobe that didn't seem spacious but could accommodate her completely, and had to accept the fact that her body seemed to have become smaller.
who is she?
Why is she here?
And why did she feel so familiar with this place?
Something flashed through her mind, so fast that she couldn't catch it, or perhaps there was a force stopping her.
Snap——
A familiar thumping sound came from outside the closet, along with vulgar, unbearable words, "...Where did you hide that brat? You seem to like that bastard quite a bit, I'm spending money to support you guys..."
Snap——
This time, the sound of hitting was accompanied by the woman's suppressed cry. Twelve instinctively reached out to push the cabinet door, only to find that the cabinet door seemed to be tied up from the outside. She reached out to hit it, but because she was too small and lacked strength, and the noise outside was loud enough, she was ignored.
No one noticed that she was hiding in the closet.
Or maybe everyone knew it, but no one pointed it out, and the beating and scolding continued. The smell of blood had already penetrated into Twelve's nostrils, and her hands were numb from clapping, but the cabinet door remained motionless.
I don’t know how long it had been, maybe a whole night, or maybe just a few hours. When Twelve opened his eyes again, he was lying in his bedroom.
It is called a bedroom, but in fact it is just a small space separated by a curtain inside the room, which can only accommodate a small bed.
There were outdated toy posters on the wall and a washed-out stuffed toy placed on the bedside.
It can be seen that the person who arranged this place has tried his best to create a comfortable place for rest, but the conditions are limited, so it looks a bit out of place.
Twelve crawled out of the not-so-warm quilt and heard deafening snoring outside.
The man fell asleep drunk, and this thought instinctively came to her mind. She had been forced to get used to this kind of life for a long time, so she could naturally judge the other person's condition from his breathing.
But in the past, at times like this, the woman would always hold her in her arms and coax her, why didn't she do that today?
With a click.
While she was thinking, there was a sound of the lock being opened at the door. It was very subtle, but very obvious in the relatively quiet space.
Twelve realized something, pulled open the curtain, and met the woman who was about to open the door to go out.
The woman was startled, and her expression, which was originally observing the man, became very ugly, as if some strange emotion flashed across her face.
Twelve didn't quite understand it before, until a long time later, she realized that it was an emotion called guilt and struggle.
The man liked to lock the door no matter whether he was at home or not. The shabby iron door was locked inside and outside. At this moment, the lock inside had been opened, and the woman was holding a key in her trembling hand.
Although she was startled by Twelve, she clenched her hands tightly and made no extra noise.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Twelve did not move forward, but stood at the head of the bed and looked at the woman. The woman did not move immediately either. It was unknown whether she was weighing something or thinking about how to explain to Twelve.
After a while, the woman seemed to have given up, put away the key, and locked the iron door again.
Twelve watched as the woman put the key back into the man's possession. She shed two lines of tears and tiptoed to hold Twelve in her arms without saying anything.
Twelve wanted to reach out and hug her, but after raising his hand halfway, he put it down.
Days like this continued, the woman's condition became worse and worse, and Twelve was no longer locked in the closet. Sometimes she would be deliberately left outside to attract the men's attention.
When the rolling pin fell, she felt pain, but this pain seemed to be accompanied by a kind of relief.
The wound that had not been treated at night caused a high fever. Twelve groaned in discomfort. She instinctively wanted to get closer to the woman's arms to make herself more comfortable, but before she got close, she was ruthlessly pushed away.
At that moment, her heart hurt more than her injured back. She couldn't help but curl up and hug her legs.
Although he was running a high fever and was not conscious, when the source of warmth on the bed disappeared, Twelve woke up and said, "Mom..."
In the darkness, she couldn't see the woman's expression, or even her movements, but she could feel that she opened her mouth in a low, pleading tone.
Twelve saw the woman pause in the darkness, but unfortunately, in less than a second, she walked straight towards the door, as if she didn't hear what Twelve said.
This time her movements were more skillful and gentler.
With a click, the locked door was opened.
Twelve opened her eyes wide in the darkness. Her eyes had adapted to the darkness. She could see the woman's thin body, the reflection of the porch light outside the door, and a happy expression on the woman's face reflected in the porch light.
As long as she looks back at me, I will have the strength to go with her.
Such a thought flashed through Twelve's mind. Her body was in great pain and she had no strength. She wanted a woman's embrace, but she didn't even dare to say a word, for fear that the woman would think she was a burden.
But she still hoped in her heart that the woman would turn around and look at her, even just for a glance.
But until the dim corridor lights returned to darkness and the iron door was carefully closed again, Twelve still didn't get that glimpse.
She thought that the farewell would at least have some instructions, but she didn't expect it to be so silent.
Should she follow? But she had no strength.
Should she also take this opportunity to leave the moody man in the house? But she was still so young, it was so cold outside, and she had no money. Where should she go?
Did the woman plan it?
By throwing myself out there, I can let the man vent his anger, lower his guard, and get rid of myself as a burden.
No, no, no, that’s definitely not the case. I’m still young, how can I understand these things? They’re all fake, all fake.
Twelve tasted the cold salty taste mixed with blood. She clenched her teeth and made no more sound.
The woman had not gone far yet. If she spoke now, the man would wake up and all her efforts would be in vain.
This was the last thought in Twelve's mind.
The whole world fell into darkness again, the cramped space was opened up again, the light and shadows returned, Twelve's body returned to its original appearance, and the faces of the two people in front of him became clear again.
Why me?
Among the millions of unfortunate people in this world, why did you choose me?
The music speeded up, and Twelve felt indignant.
Those emotions that had been suppressed in the heart for a long time seemed to grow into towering trees at this moment, breaking out of the ground with great force.
The woman in front of him was holding the man's arm, smiling brightly, with no trace of the fear she had shown before.
Under what circumstances would a mother abandon her child?
Knowing that if she was kept, she would either die or be disabled, if that was the case, why did she give birth to her in the first place?
The world has treated me like this, why can't I take revenge?
I didn’t have the ability before, but what about now?
Why not?
His rationality was completely collapsing, and Twelve felt the resentment in his chest. Without thinking, he swung the whip in his hand.
Because Mocha Meng suddenly entered punishment mode, Bei Xi and Cha Ka arrived quickly and prevented more serious consequences.
Everyone's attention offline was on Mocha Meng. After all, no one knew how long the punishment would last, and Mocha Meng had lost consciousness now, so everyone was naturally worried.
In addition to this, because Mocha Meng was counted as having chosen a dance partner because she was touched by someone just now, President Barbie and several other players were responsible for the perimeter security, and only Twelve was left behind to temporarily look after the eldest lady.
So the first one to discover that something was wrong with Twelve was Nan Huan, because the situation here was unclear and her attack power was relatively weak, and Bei Xi was very worried, so she ordered her not to join in the fun and asked Twelve to keep an eye on her.
This configuration was quite familiar, and Nan Huan had no objection. At first, she just felt it was a little strange. After all, Twelve used to talk more, especially when she was with her. Out of admiration for Bei Xi, she always wanted to ask Nan Huan about some past events, and Nan Huan also liked to chat with her.
So at the beginning, Nan Huan just thought that the current situation made Twelve a little nervous, so she was not in the mood to chat with him today, but instead was in a daze by herself.
But soon Nan Huan noticed that Twelve's eyes seemed to be a little strange, and then out of the corner of her eye she saw Twelve's whip swinging in a fixed direction in the crowd. There was a couple who looked very much in love.
Nan Huan probably didn't have any impression of the two of them, but thanks to the first day of school, she saw Twelve looking very bad when he got off the car, and because she had heard Bei Xi talk about Twelve's family situation before, she was a little worried when NPC family members appeared at the beginning of this copy.
But later, although Twelve showed an unhappy expression, he was not overly sad. In addition, after entering the school, he had no contact with his parents, so Nan Huan let the matter go for the time being.
Now seeing the couple in front of me, I quickly remembered.
Nan Huan knew clearly that when Twelve started describing to Mocha Meng that the dungeon world was most likely a real world and not just a bunch of data, she must have understood that the NPCs based on her parents were not her real parents, so Nan Huan didn't understand why Twelve suddenly started killing the two of them.
But the moment she stopped the other person, she caught a glimpse of Twelve's eyes. Her dark purple eyes revealed that she was probably under the control of some unknown matter and her consciousness was not very clear.
"Something is wrong with Twelve..."
After Nan Huan said this, he took the lead in summoning A Liu.
A Liu raised her sword and blocked Twelve's whip. She knew Twelve, so she did not attack actively, but just blocked the whip. There was even confusion on her face, as if she didn't understand why Twelve became so ferocious after just a while.
The furious Twelve was blocked from revenge by A Liu, but he did not stop his actions. Instead, he took out a few whips from the control panel and swung them out, controlling A Liu's movements from all directions and tying her up. Seeing the whips getting stronger and stronger, A Liu was stunned for a moment and was seized by the opponent.
Nan Huan hurriedly called back A Liu, then flapped his wings and used them to block Twelve's whip before it hit the couple.
Nan Huan had seen Twelve use a whip before, but the other party had always been in a rational state. Unless their situation was extremely embarrassing, Twelve would kill them. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, she would just make the other party temporarily lose their attacking state.
But Nan Huan did not expect that when facing this couple, Twelve would seriously lose her mind and attack without showing any mercy, and she seemed to have used the whip with a blade on the tail.
In this copy, they are students who have hard-working and loving parents and elders who have gone to great lengths to send them to this private high school. Nan Huan can easily figure out the hidden death rules in this copy, and killing one's parents must be one of them.
Although she didn't understand how Twelve had accurately locked onto the couple among so many identical faces, and didn't know whether their choice was right, she couldn't take the risk, especially when she had no ability to stop Twelve, so she had to protect the couple first.
The blade scratched across his wings, causing a sting, and Nan Huan's wings couldn't help but tremble.
During this gap, the others finally reacted. They hadn't expected that this mission would involve a feint to the east and attack in the west. Before Mocha Meng's problem was solved, Twelve had a new problem.
Fortunately, Bei Xi was the first to react. Before Twelve swung the second whip at him, he had already reached out and snatched the whip from him, and kicked Twelve on the shoulder.
After seeing that Liushen had arrived, she no longer looked at Twelve. She turned around and took out the potion from the control panel, gave it to Nan Huan, and watched the scars on his wings gradually heal.
This was the second time that Nan Huan was hurt by his own people in this copy. Bei Xi's face turned black and he wanted to kill someone.
Nan Huan was injured but didn't realize it. Seeing the frightened couple, he comforted them, "She is not targeting you. Something has affected her. Don't be afraid of her..."
Perhaps considering Twelve's previous experiences, Nan Huan didn't want the parents she met in this world to be afraid of her, so he gave a somewhat incoherent explanation.
Because they are not sure how much they know about this world, and they don't want to reveal too much about the system and the game content, which will affect their original worldview, so what they said is a bit pale.
But before she could finish her words, she saw the couple supporting each other to stand up and running towards Twelve with unspeakable worry on their faces.
Twelve was kicked by Bei Xi and fell heavily to the ground. The pain made her a little more conscious and also allowed her to distract herself a little from the noisy music.
Everything that had just happened was still vivid in her mind. She looked at the spot on her knuckles that had been scratched by the whip, then looked at the eldest lady not far away, and even at the couple walking towards her. She pinched herself in confusion.
Liushen approached cautiously and saw that the dark purple color in Twelve's eyes faded quickly and turned into brown again.
She let out a sigh, moved closer without any hesitation, and without waiting for Twelve to say anything, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Twelve's.
This is Liushen's skill. In addition to being able to sense the emotions of different people, she also has the ability to calm people down instantly and soothe the player's emotions.
A warm breath like a stream of water came from the forehead of the Six Gods. Twelve originally wanted to say something, but seeing this, he had to calm down temporarily and accept the baptism of peace.
After about two minutes, Liu Shen left her forehead, but still held her wrist without letting go. "How do you feel?"
She didn't look very good, with a hint of self-blame and heartache. When she asked the question, she glanced at Twelve's wrist, took out the ointment from the control panel, and applied it to the other person without saying a word.
Twelve shook his head, "I'm fine."
His eyes unconsciously drifted to the other side and happened to bump into Bei Xi who was walking over with Nan Huan. He was a little scared and wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
Nan Huan knew that children were sensitive, so he gently touched Bei Xi, signaling her not to be so serious, and then took the initiative to speak, "I know you just lost your mind, it's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, and neither I nor the president blame you."
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