Hugo, who had just witnessed the murder of twenty children by the light growing up, saw more than twenty children eating lunch quietly and peacefully.

With a variety of different meals on the lunch plate in front of each child, as if they had been tailored to each person's different tastes, Hugo could not imagine the power that could change the atmosphere and turn a place where children had just been murdered into a paradise of humanity.

However, the idea did not last long in Hugo's mind, and he soon realized that it was not as simple as he thought.

Although each child had a good meal, there was no smile on the children's faces. It can be said that there is no sense of happiness or satisfaction, and the mechanical way of eating looks like a robot that automatically recharges and refuels in the workshop, and eating is simply to replenish the body's necessary energy, and they do not need to do other things during this period, such as laughter and communication.

The door of the restaurant was gently opened, and Yuan Jing walked in with Sayuri, Yuan Jing pointed to an empty seat next to the table and said, "Go eat." Sayuri silently walked to her place and did it, and then picked up the spoon and ate without hesitation. The rest of the children just glanced at her out of the corner of their eyes, and then continued to bury their heads in eating.

Looking at this orderly scene, Yuan Jing nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Sister Jing. A voice suddenly sounded to stop it, Yuan Jing turned around but saw a little girl get up and stop her, with a slightly frightened look in her eyes.

"Who are we going to play with ZeRo this week?" finally the little girl mustered up the courage to ask her, and I don't know how many people's voices were expressed in this question, almost every child hit Yuan Jing's eyes, even Sayuri.

Yuan Jing smiled slightly: "Thirteen." ”

The children were all stunned, obviously surprised and dissatisfied with the result.

"Why?" the little girl's voice trembled, and her emotions became very excited.

Yuan Jing said indifferently: "Thirteen is just recuperating from her injuries now, and she is not dead yet, so we have not deprived her of the right to deprive her of rights." This statement is irrefutable, but it is also extremely ridiculous.

The little girl who asked the question gritted her teeth, and finally sat down helplessly, her big eyes revealing infinite annoyance.

Sayuri put the milk cereal in her mouth, chewing and sucking the juices hard, and she swept her gaze over the faces of the others, and she realized that the little girl's anger and hatred were not unique.

Sayuri rolled her gaze, as if remembering what Thirteen had said to herself, quietly thinking about the ZeRo that everyone longed for.

Hugo looked at these children, and a chill ran down his spine, he had never imagined that he would be so longed, and that this longing was full of powerful pathologies.

Yuan Jing then said: "Tonight, Thirteen will be back, and I hope everyone can get along harmoniously and not have any accidents." Although he said this, there was no worry in his expression.

The children began to eat silently, and none of them answered Yuan Jing's words.

...

The white bandage was wrapped around his throat, and the little boy's eyeballs, which were twisted around his neck, bulged out round and bloodshot.

Thirteen held one end of the bandage in both hands and wrapped the other around his leg. Her broken legs have since been reconnected and put in casts. At this moment, the plaster shell had all broken into pieces and scattered on the ground.

Thirteen gasped, his chest and abdomen colliding with the heavy breathing. The cold gaze swept around, and several pairs of eyes in the empty and dark room were staring at her intently, unblinking, as if they were pairs of night elf eyes.

Thirteen grinned and said, "Who else do you want to try?"

There was silence in the room.

Not surprisingly, there was another horrific slaughter in the lounge of the night, but it was much more tragic than the last time.

Thirteen tugged at the bandage in his hand, the strap had been pulled into a rope shape, sinking deep into the flesh of the little boy's neck, stained by the mixture of blood oozing from under the skin, barely visible in the darkness.

"No one is the best, otherwise you will be like these four people. I really don't want to kill one more person tonight. Thirteen said coldly.

The cold moonlight shone into the room through the window, and three people were faintly seen lying behind Thirteen, each of whom had not hit a fatal wound in the back of the head, although it was impossible to confirm whether they were alive or dead, but it was only a miracle of heaven to survive without treatment.

In the darkness around them, several eyes began to intersect, and they saw a glimmer of hope in fear of Thirteen's deterrence.

In the evening, Thirteen was dragged back to the break room with a pair of dead legs. As expected, in the middle of the night, Thirteen ushered in a frenzied chase again. This time, the number of people hunted down doubled to four.

After a thrilling battle, all four of them fell, and Thirteen sat on their corpses, using her strength to defend her life and dignity once again.

But even so, Thirteen's weakness was seen in the eyes of the other children.

Her legs, which had just been healed, had been wounded again in the battle, and her calves below her knees were bent in an uncanny shape, a pain that anyone else could imagine even if Thirteen pretended to be nothing.

And Thirteen's panting appearance at the moment can also see that her physical exertion is very strong, the injured body and the fierce struggle make her body on the verge of collapse, at this time Thirteen can be said to be the end of the crossbow, and it may only be a straw to destroy it.

Maybe she still has the strength to fight again, maybe she'll still be killing two people, but then wouldn't it be a good deal?

The eyes of the other children collided in the darkness of the night, and they were ready to seize the moment in front of them to rally another wave and deliver the final blow to Thirteen.

"Who said there were only four of them, and a fifth. A voice came from the darkness behind Thirteen, everyone was a little stunned when they heard the words, they were all a little unfamiliar with this voice, but Thirteen was very familiar, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of Thirteen's mouth.

Sayuri's upper figure shone from the darkness into the hazy moonlight.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this, they couldn't imagine why this newcomer who arrived today would show up, could it be that she wanted to come out and fall into this troubled water on the first night?

Sayuri raised her hand in the darkness, and an object flew straight towards Thirteen, rolling down at her feet.