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There was a sudden bone-piercing pain in her right hand, causing her to curl up in an instant.

"Dead madman! Here's a lesson for you! The voice of a boy in the voice change period came from above, and the duck-like voice was full of malice, obviously very strange, but there was a sense of déjà vu.

"My dad said madness is hereditary, her mom is crazy, she must be crazy too!" The girl's voice was so sharp that it made her eardrums ache.

"Yes, the whole family is crazy!" A group of children chimed in.

"In the future, if you dare to approach Wen Jing again, we will fight once we see you, and we won't beat you to death!" The duck-throated boy was undoubtedly a child's head, and his right foot was crushing back and forth on her hand.

Quiet? The name sounds familiar, as if it once appeared in a distant place in memory.

She was still trying to get used to the feeling of dizziness that made her sick, and she didn't have time to pay attention to the strange familiarity, the pain in her heart came from between her fingers, and her already unclear mind went blank, and the willpower that had been cultivated into instinct made her swallow the moans from her mouth back into her stomach, but her breathing became rapid unconsciously.

Seeing her tortured half to death, the children all burst out laughing.

"Kill her! Kill her! ......" children's voices converge into an evil curse that sends chills through people's hearts.

"Dead madman, go to the stinking ditch ****."

I don't know who kicked her, her body involuntarily rolled a few times, and with a "knock", her head hit the protruding stone on the side of the road, and blood gushed down from her hair.

"Ahh Blood! "After all, he was still a child, and he immediately panicked when he saw the blood.

"Is she dead?"

"We killed someone!"

"Will you arrest us?"

The children, who were still shouting "kill her" just now, are also panicking at this moment.

"What are you afraid of!" The male duck boy panicked for a moment, and then forced himself to calm down, "She doesn't even have a father, and her mother is a crazy person, and no one will care if she dies." ”

Although it was still scary to see the blood, the boy's words calmed the children, and although their faces were still a little pale, they were obviously no longer so afraid, yes, the daughter of a madman died in vain.

He looked back at the children gathered around him, who already had the majesty of the boss at a young age, "None of you are allowed to tell me about today's events. ”

The children nodded busily, half out of fear of him, and half out of fear of trouble.

"Cheap bones," the duck-voiced boy kicked her hard, "if you tell me about today, you're going to die!" Let's go! ”

After putting down the cruel words, the male duck boy led everyone to leave in a hurry.

I don't know how long she lay on the ground, but the blood in her hair had coagulated, and she finally opened her eyes that were as bright as cold stars.

Above her was the gray and black night sky, the sun had been setting for a long time, but the sky was not yet dark, the night sky was dotted with a few stars, it looked particularly cold, she looked at the night sky quietly, gulping for a big breath of cold and fresh air.

Finally got through the feeling that made her almost nauseous, she smiled slightly bitterly, as the top player in the organization, it was really embarrassing to be bullied by a group of children.

Head, palms, lower abdomen...... Every pain reminded her of the humiliation she had just received.

Didn't she die? How did the cunning fox of Tianji throw her into such a place?

Thinking of the beginningless words Tianji said before she fell into a coma, she couldn't help frowning, and the chill on her face was even heavier, since God didn't let her die, she had to figure out the meaning of his words.

Moved slightly, the pain in her body made her gasp, although she was kicked and beaten just now, but after all, it was done by a group of children, logically speaking, the small injury caused by the flower fist embroidered leg is really nothing, how can it hurt like this?

She frowned and stretched out her hand, ready to get up to examine her scars, but was stunned for a moment.

This hand......

It's a child's hand!

Only then did she panic, and subconsciously touched her body and bones, she was really a child who was no more than ten years old.

Is it true that he is dead and possessed by a child?

If it weren't for her own experience, she wouldn't have believed that such a bizarre thing could happen in the world.

looked at her palms for a while, no matter what, she survived inexplicably, she couldn't die again in vain despite God's kindness, although she started over as another person, but no matter what tribulations ahead, she always had to face it instead of the original owner.

It's just that she doesn't know what the original owner has unfulfilled wishes, and she feels a little sorry in her heart, since she occupies someone's body, she has to help her fulfill her wish even if she goes to the soup.

But sitting on the ground and thinking about it for a while, except for her own memory, the memory of the original owner was blank, and no one even left her own surname.

The search was hopeless, she could only smile bitterly, patted the dust on her body, and stood up against the wall, although the pain was terrible, and the blood stains on her head were a little bluffing, but she could still feel that this body had not suffered any damage, after all, it was a child who started it, and if she was her past self, such a small injury was not worth mentioning at all.

What made her unable to move was probably the dizziness sequelae that caused her rebirth and this malnourished body, she touched her stomach, how long had she not eaten, and she could be hungry like this.

What is this place? She squinted and looked around, she didn't receive the memory of the original owner, but she always felt that this place was familiar, it seemed to be an elementary school, the place where she was was in the grove behind the playground, and she could faintly see the dilapidated school building, and her intuition told her that the gate was on the east corner of the playground.

As for why she has such a strange intuition, she has no time to care about it at this moment.

Stumbling out of the school gate, the old man in the communication room looked up at her in embarrassment, then withdrew his gaze in surprise, and continued to shake his head and listen to his radio.

She walked forward step by step, never knowing that her instincts were so strong that she could fully predict every fork in the road and every building she saw next.

This strange instinct turned into a deep shock when she saw the buildings.

The five big characters of "Textile Factory Dormitory" have been eroded by the years and are mottled and dilapidated, listlessly standing above the big iron gate that has also been around for some years.

Her life seems to have been pressed the fast rewind button, the once bustling streets, the once ruthless extreme training, have gradually faded color, and finally frozen in this black and white scene.

She turned her head stiffly and in a trance, and just met the old man in the reception room at the gate, he was not much different from the old man in the school communication room, with the same gray-blue shirt with a sense of the times, gray hair, and an old radio on the table.

"I have also been to the Qionglin banquet, and I have also beaten Ma Yu Street in front of the street, everyone praised me Pan Anxiang, it turned out that the yarn hat covered Chanjuan ......"

The old man looked at her impatiently, and continued to hum along with the somewhat vague words on the radio.

She felt that her blood had condensed into ice at this moment, but her body involuntarily walked forward, this courtyard was huge, with dozens of identical buildings, standing silently in the black and gray night.

She walked forward step by step, as if through a long tunnel, as if walking through a cold steel forest, until she came to the bottom of a very ordinary prefabricated slab building.

The building looks extremely gray and inconspicuous, no different from the buildings you pass along the way, it looks like a decades-old building, which can be considered a dilapidated house in this city.

She looked at the door sign downstairs in a daze with a few small words written on it, "Textile Factory Dormitory Building 11", and her nose couldn't help but sour.

Is this a dream? Why did the things that she deliberately forgot and buried deep in her heart resurface at this moment?

She took a few steps back, and there was a dilapidated Santana sedan parked there, which was old, but the owner still had it polished very brightly.

In the bright street lamp above her head, she saw the reflection of a thin little girl printed on the car window, her hair was scattered, there were sticky blood stains on her hair, and her body was covered with gray footprints.

She watched the little girl's eyes turn from confusion to shock, and she couldn't control the wild beating of her heart when she had always been calm.

Although she has always buried the unbearable memories of her childhood in her heart, and even hypnotized herself to forget the past, she burst into tears when she touched the image of the little girl in front of her.

She can forget everything, but she can't forget what she looks like.

This is her, she was ten years old, she has a stubborn character with clear eyes, and she has never abandoned her name.

She remembered that her name was Xia Yao.

She once hated the name to the core, so hated that she could abandon her name without hesitation, hypnotize herself to forget all memories of the name, and willingly use the code name in the organization as her name.

She thought she had no feelings for everything in the past, but why was she still in tears at this moment.

How ridiculous, it turns out that she is still nostalgic for everything in the past.

When she suffered a lot during the training in the organization and was covered with injuries, she told herself that there was no way back, and she could only go down this road, because she did not dare to turn back, for fear that if she turned back, she would collapse because of her greed for warmth, and for fear that her seriously ill mother would lose her vitality because of her weakness.

In the end, her mother died, and there was no one to warm her again.

Over time, she got used to it, used to no longer crying because of pain, used to going on the road alone, used to abandoning all feelings, and used to treating him as the only faith.

If she was given a chance to choose again, would she choose that path?

She looked at her hands, the hands of a ten-year-old girl, as thin as chicken feet because of malnutrition, her nails were black, and the bruises and blood stains on her palms were shocking.

But she knew that these hands were clean, unstained with blood, and as innocent as her ten-year-old self, without a trace of sin.

She hopes that in this life, she can no longer regard others as her own beliefs, no longer be at the mercy of others, and live a good life for herself.