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Mu Zihan slowly put down the spoon in his hand and thought, this day is still here.

It came too late and too early. She came late after she had already killed so many people, long before she had killed the last ones.

She had imagined countless times when it came, but she didn't think it would be like this, it came so suddenly, so unexpectedly, she didn't know what to say for a while.

Do you want to defend it? It doesn't seem to be interesting. It's like an excuse to talk too much, and no one really cares about her for a reason. Killing people is for oneself, and cannibalism is also the same. Since it is for yourself, you don't need anyone's understanding and you don't need others to forgive.

Thinking of this, Mu Zihan raised his head slightly and sighed almost uncheckably.

Still, let's answer her question.

"Do you want to live for her? I didn't think about it that way. She heard her own voice, calm and incredulous, "Some people probably like that...... Well, transplanting someone's organ is saying that they are living for someone. But for me, an organ is just an organ, and even if her heart is transplanted, it will only continue my own life. She's dead, I'm well aware of that. ”

Every time I touch my heartbeat, I feel so vividly that Xu Yang is dead, and no matter what she does, she will not come back.

Since Mu Zihan had that operation, he didn't like to look in the mirror. Because every time I look at myself in the mirror, it's like reminding her that you're alive and she's dead. Or should I say that, because she's dead, that's why you're alive.

"As for why you killed those guys...... If you want to explain it, it's a bit of a problem......"

She slowly cupped her cheeks, the tips of her tail fingers against the corners of her eyes, a slight tingle. The sleeves slid down with this movement, revealing a slender wrist that was almost emaciated, and the skin was almost sickly pale, faintly revealing a decaying gray. Mu Zihan tilted his head sideways like this, and it took a while for him to give an answer slowly and methodically as if he had finally organized the language.

“...... If you have to say it, it's to have fun. ”

There was a dead silence behind him, and the man named He Yang in front of him showed an extremely surprised expression. A moment later, Mu Zihan heard a suppressed female voice behind him.

"Fun?"

It was the sound of a storm brewing, and it seemed to explode in the next second.

But Mu Zihan didn't care much. It should be said that from the day Xu Yang died...... No, to be precise, from the day her heart was transplanted, should it be said to be sequelae, or is it a mutation? Mu Zihan didn't feel much about many things. The feelings of others, the feelings of others, even their own blood is cold.

Yes, when you become a 'snake', the blood is cold.

"Well, it's for fun. Mu Zihan smiled lightly, "Just like they make fun of Xu Yang, I'm just making fun of them." ”

Let her think about it, what does Xu Yang's diary say?

The boys were like hunters chasing their prey, chasing her everywhere, pushing her around her, pulling her hair, hitting her back with books, pinching her arms and legs, and calling her "", "cheap" and "sassy". unscrupulously nicknamed her and laughed at her. The others from the outer class were brought in, standing in the doorway and pointing at her, "Look at who is in our class", and the group exchanged a tacit look there, and then a burst of laughter erupted.

When Xu Yang cried and sued the head teacher, they were not happy, and jumped up as if they had been wronged.

"I'm joking with her!"

"Why can't you be so kidding?"

"Girls just have a lot of things, and they have to sue the teacher for big things. ”

"I hit it lightly, she doesn't hurt at all!"

Then, what did that homeroom teacher do?

She didn't do anything. Or rather, she didn't do anything to the boys except to say a few words about them.

After sending those boys away, she looked at Xu Yang with impatient eyes and asked her, why are you doing so much?

"Why don't they look for you if they don't look for someone else?"

"If you haven't done anything, why should others scold you?"

"Put your mind on studying, don't fool around with those boys all day long, look at how much your monthly exam scores have dropped this time? The English teacher told me that you are distracted in class? ”

Every word was clearly written in Xu Yang's diary. Wet with tears, many words on the paper were blurred. Only the last two big characters are so clear, spanning the five lines of grid, and penetrating the back of the paper.

Die!!!!!

When he saw that page, Mu Zihan couldn't help but think about how much hatred Xu Yang had at that time, so he used so much strength, and in some places the strokes tore the paper, and the handwriting was still clearly visible after three sheets of paper.

"Do you call killing for fun?"

The man in front of him asked incredulously.

Mu Zihan's eyelashes moved slightly, her eyes turned to He Yang's face, and her eyes opened very slowly.

"So, is it okay to bully others for fun like they do?"

"I didn't mean that......" He Yang sighed deeply, "It's wrong for them to bully people, but killing people is more ...... than bullying people."

"But I'm so happy. ”

Mu Zihan didn't let him continue, a pale smile bloomed on her face, but her eyes were dead, like a little ash left after the dead leaves burned out, so light that there was no trace of weight.

"As long as I think of it, Xu Yang is dead, and the person who forced her to death will not be punished in any way, laughing and making noise, running and jumping in front of me every day, as if there is no such person as Xu Yang at all. They still have an unlimited future, and they can continue to live brazenly in the future, even live well, and a few years later, they can still mention in a nonchalant tone that a girl in the class died in a car accident, or simply forget about her...... Just thinking about it makes me feel unbearable. ”

Just thinking about it makes my heart ache sharply. It hurt so much that she couldn't care about anything.

"So you have to kill it. It was so much fun to kill them. ”

When they bullied Xu Yang, they were probably so happy.

Because after Xu Yang sued the teacher, they went too far. As if to punish her for causing them trouble, the boys bullied her even more viciously. After tripping her to the ground, he deliberately kicked her leg with the tip of his shoe, laughing at her while kicking, "Aren't you very capable? That's all you can do, just like a primary school student, if you are touched, you will sue the teacher. You should continue to sue you. ”

At that time, Xu Yang already understood that the teacher would not help her, no, adults would not help her. In their opinion, it was just a child's fight, and it didn't matter at all. Girls who have to find adults to "administer justice" for this little thing are more annoying than boys who bully others.

Among her classmates, An Yitao, the main force who bullied her, was the leader among the boys, and they were also very popular among the girls. Through their mouths, Xu Yang's reputation for being "squeamish", "hypocritical", "fake and serious", and "will make small reports" has spread. It's not just boys who make fun of it, but even girls can't help but mention it with disgust.

"The woman was annoyed. ”

"It's making everyone think about her all day long, is she sick?"

"I was all fuss about it for a long time, and I didn't know what to say about her. ”

Xu Yang became more and more silent and cowering in school, she became more and more withdrawn and eccentric. The only time I could relax was in Mu Zihan's hospital room. Although they occasionally quarreled, for Xu Yang, it was the last safe haven.

If it was Mu Zihan, he could still find his parents to solve this matter. But Xu Yang is different from her, when she was in elementary school, no matter what she was looking for, her parents would definitely beat her up first when she went back, because she made them "lose people" when they were called to school by the teacher. If she really found her parents for this, the situation would not only not improve, but would have worsened.

So it got worse like that.

It deteriorated to that day.

When they pushed Xu Yang to the ground again, the sleeves of his shirt were ripped up in the struggle, revealing the scaly lesions on his arms. Although Xu Yang immediately pulled down his sleeves, he was still seen by An Yitao's sharp eyes. He grabbed her arm and pulled up the sleeve for everyone to see.

"What a cover, show it to everyone!"

"Disgusting—disgusting!"

"This piece of skin is rotten, isn't it? Boss, you still don't let go, be careful of being infected by her!"

"It's contagious, isn't it?"

"She's not going to have it all over......, is she? It's dirty!"

"If you take a look, you won't know. ”

"Good idea, let's let the big guys see it!"

"Chop!"

"Chop!"

"Pickpocketing !!"

No one noticed that when Xu Yang fell, he touched the switch of the voice recorder in his pocket, and the voice recorder recorded all the qiē.

Whether it was the hoarse screams, or the hissing of torn clothes, or the desperate cursing and crying, or the excited cheers of their crowds.

"Wow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!"

In Xu Yang's miserable cry, they replied to her volcanic burst laughter, such a terrible laughter, laughing at her misery, laughing at her sickness, laughing at her wolf bèi, there was no madness in that laughter, but it seemed so crazy. Laughter is contagious, and the toxin called sarcasm spreads through the crowd, everyone is laughing, they are all laughing. The loud laughter smashed her cries like meteorites, and the wild laughter of the waves drowned out her screams. So she finally stopped crying. No more crying.

When the tyrannical laughter subsided, all that remained was the wreckage called Sarcasm, which danced on the bloody wounds of its victims, and opened its bloody mouth and said to her, "Who are you doing this for?"

"What are you crying about, it's like we're really you. ”

Those voices were faithfully recorded by the voice recorder, but even Xu Yang himself didn't notice it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have handed the recorder to Mu Zihan in a trance, and Mu Zihan wouldn't have heard it.

Even Mu Zihan himself didn't know how many times he had listened to those voices repeatedly.

Mu Zihan only knew that she had never heard a more terrible laugh, nor had she ever seen a more terrible happiness.

How happy they are.

How happy they are to trample on her, to ravage her, to insult her, to insult her.

Only she crushed their bones, dug out their internal organs, and bit them into a pile of rotten meat...... to be as happy as they are.

What a vicious joy it was, so vicious that it paralyzed my spine, so much so that my heart trembled.

Mu Zihan thought like this, looked at He Yang, deepened the curvature of the corners of his mouth, and slowly repeated his previous words.

"Really, it's so happy. ”