Sayuri listened quietly to Hugo's angry rebuke, and was silent the whole time. Lā Hugo vented all the anger in his heart, and his chest was much more relaxed, and his chest rose and fell, panting.

After a while, Sayuri said softly: "Are you more comfortable?" Hugo snorted coldly, and Sayuri said: "Many things are not as simple as you think, and I don't need to explain all kinds of things like you." As you said, the two of you will never be friends, and now you are just using each other, so let's spend this time in peace. So don't test me. ”

Hugo stared ahead with round eyes, both angry and helpless at Sayuri's answer.

Sayuri immediately changed her tone and said in a relaxed tone: "Okay, you have to prepare well, I'm going to start the next memory playback, and the pace will be faster after that, and I won't give you this kind of time to digest anymore." ”

After the words fell, the ink-stained scene in front of Hugo began to distort again, and Hugo hurriedly adjusted his excited emotions, after all, this time he shared memories with Sayuri to restore his own memory, not to morally condemn him, and Hugo didn't want to spend extra energy to face this murderer.

The blurry vision began to become clear again, and a second memory came in like a sequel movie.

...

A dim space suddenly lit up, and the warm and indifferent warm yellow light seemed dazzling for a moment.

When the lights came on, there was a series of childish complaints, which clearly interfered with their dreams.

As the children woke up one after another, a brisk voice suddenly sounded: "Dear children, a beautiful day has begun, let us face the bright future with our most positive and sunny spirit!"

Next, I could only hear the children babbling and saying, "Thank you for life, the future is bright." The sentence is full of immature milk. Then the sound of squirming and dressing sounded, and the children had already begun to get up and get off the ground.

Hugo is now in a spacious room, surrounded by pale sky-blue paint walls, on which are painted with all kinds of immature graffiti, but these graffiti do show the most innocent and pure side of children.

A middle-aged woman in a pale yellow robe stood in the middle of the room, and the pompous voice just now was really hers, and the middle-aged woman was standing very close to Hugo, who could see every corner of her eye, and the hypocrisy of the smile on the corner of her mouth.

The children tried their best to dress themselves, and the middle-aged woman could not help nodding her head in satisfaction as if the farmer were looking at Zhuang Zhuo's growing pigs with satisfaction.

But soon, a discordant little pig fell into the eyes of a middle-aged woman.

“B-21。 Why haven't you gone down to the ground yet?" said the middle-aged woman in a special gentle tone in her eyes, but there was no concern in her voice, but layers of threat seeping through it.

The children in the room stopped what they were doing when they heard this, blinking at one side with a pair of bright eyes. Hugo also followed the children's gaze.

But there was no bed in the corner of the room, and only the two broken bedding on the ground, on which lay a child in shabby clothes, unkempt, with half-length hair scattered haphazardly, making it impossible to tell whether it was a boy or a girl, but Hugo had already learned that the child was Sayuri.

Hugo was not a little surprised to see this scene, Sayuri, a dazzling national idol who used to be dazzling, is still very temperamental even if he is now depressed and constantly evading the pursuit of the world, and he doesn't want to have such a desolate and desolate appearance.

The child lying on the floor gritted her teeth, and from the expression that appeared in the broken hair, Hugo saw that she was in pain, but heard the child moan.

"I've said it many times, I don't call it B-21, I have my own name. My name is..."

"No one cares about your name here, my lovely young lady. The middle-aged woman gently and rudely interrupted Sayuri as a child.

"Here, you only have one name of your own, and that's B-21. The middle-aged woman spoke eloquently, seemingly flowing narrative, but Hugo saw a hint of anger and impatience in her eyes.

Hugo then looked at the children around him, and there was an innocent glint in his big eyes, but Hugo did not see any sympathy in them, and Hugo felt something from the indifferent silence of many children, and carefully observed Sayuri lying on the floor, and on the small arm that peeked out from the sleeve, Hugo saw a large bruise.

Hugo knew that this was not the first time that the scene in front of him had happened, but a daily scene that should happen every day. Sayuri, who escaped from Atlantis, fell into this demon cave, and she was stubborn and strong by nature, so she naturally would not give in easily, and she used her persistence to fight against the "gentle" violence.

But Sayuri snorted coldly, "Bah, fuck his shit B-21, that's a name, that's just a codename, it's like a steel stamp on a pig in a slaughterhouse." Her tone, though still very childish, exuded a resolute disdain, and it was hard to imagine such words coming out of the mouth of such a young girl.

The middle-aged woman's face became extremely ugly, and instantly turned the color of pork liver. She stared at Sayuri for a long time, and suddenly screamed, "What are you looking at!"

The sound sounded like thunder, and the children around were all trembling, and hurriedly lowered their heads and shifted their eyes to continue their business, and in an instant the room began to resound again.

After a roar, the middle-aged woman's face became stretched, and a pair of round eyebrows were divided to the sides, revealing a gentle smile.

"My lovely young lady, I really appreciate your persistence. But the way you do it is wrong, it's rude, it's not graceful at all. That's not what a lady should be. ”

With that, she leaned forward, her footsteps so exaggerated that Hugo thought she was dancing a tango.

The middle-aged woman came to Sayuri and bowed her head to her, "Now, let me repeat the rules of being a lady for you again." ”

Sayuri, who was lying on the floor, looked at her eyes slowly, looked at the middle-aged woman with a look like a pig, and said, "Sooner or later, one day I will dig out your milk and swallow it." ”

The middle-aged woman's face showed no gentle smile on her face, and she said in a deep voice, "I look forward to that day, my lady." With that, the middle-aged woman flicked her sleeve, and a long black stick-like object appeared in her hand, crackling blue fire at the touch of her fingers.

Before Hugo could react to the scene in front of him, a terrible cry and a pungent smell of burnt fire came at the same time.