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Once again, my heart was beating wildly, regardless of life or death. Like a reindeer on the run, not far away is the muzzle of the hunter's pursuit. I drank water to calm my nerves, but the hand holding the cup shook uncontrollably. I was betrayed by this little gesture. I prayed desperately to God that my father wouldn't see me. Please make him believe what I say.

My father stared at me, a complicated smile on his lips. It was a silent interrogation, and he didn't say half a word to express whether he believed me or not, but just his gaze, which was enough to kill a person's soul. He told me to reflect on myself, to give me time to think about it in silence, or to give me two chances - if I lie, it would be better to have a clear head on the idea that honesty is the best option before I die.

"I'm telling the truth."

I looked at him. Timidity, cowering, pleading, and vulnerability all gathered in my weeping eyes. A few seconds of waiting seems to me to be hundreds of years...... Finally, Amen! The father nodded lightly: "Okay." If there is a next time, I will sell you to Syria, stay with the refugees who have nothing to eat, and cut off all your toes and sell them. ”

I didn't dare to breathe, and nodded calmly. My heart is like a thunderstorm that has not been cut down 10,000 times - the four words of the rest of my life after the catastrophe are like a bottle of nectar to extinguish the fire, slowly moisturizing me who has just crawled back from the edge of the hellfire pit.

My father continued his date with the boy, and let me myself ponder it at home, and it was better to repeat his warning a hundred times in silence, a stern and cold command from which he was leaving.

I was still sitting in the dining room, and I didn't want to leave because my mother came in through the door. Her hair was sticking to her cheeks, her linen white dress was drenched, she looked thinner than usual, she walked upstairs with her head down, her movements stiff, she didn't say anything, her jagged spine protruding from under her dress, forming a lonely and mournful shadow in the few rays of light that slanted into the staircase.

"Mom-" I called her, and I wanted to ask her why she didn't come to the hospital to pick me up, and I wished that the first person to touch my cheek when I was in trouble would be my mother.

She stopped, stood motionless on the stairs and turned her back to me. Forget it, I know, it's always like that, my mother is too withdrawn, and it has become more and more serious in the past few years, and even I rarely take care of it.

"It's nothing, I'm back in my room."

I said whimfully, and she continued upstairs like a dark shadow.

Back in the room, the message from Kihara was left on the computer monitor, and he was still online.

Kihara: Is it really a thief?

I hurriedly replied: No, nothing.

Kihara: Why was it so long?

Me: My mom came back and talked to her for a while.

I don't want to tell Kihara that I have a father like that. I panicked, because it was a computer screen, so I didn't feel any uneasiness in my heart.

Kihara: Do you believe in hell?

Me: Huh?

Kihara: Hell is all around us, and the lily of the valley golem is the window to hell. Once this window is opened, death begins.

I was stunned and didn't reply to a word for a long time, until Kihara's Cain avatar became offline.

I don't know from which year, Shaojian Middle School had an additional test meeting, and on the day of admission, this activity was also written into the admission notice column. I especially remember reading the notice on April 15 and being disgusted by the school's motives for doing so.

Isn't this clearly looking for death?

But the past ten years have come peacefully, and I also let Kihara confirm that since the first year of high school D ten years ago, there have been no fatalities in the school.

Until the year I came......

I got off the bus this morning, I don't need to eat greasy fried bread when my father is not home, I still hate breakfast, but occasionally I come across something I like to eat, and that hatred is sometimes shaken. So I got off the train one stop earlier to eat my favorite food.

It was a noodle shop, just between two stations, and I didn't like to walk back, which is why I got off early.

My mother didn't make breakfast, and I can't even remember the last time I ate the breakfast she did. If Yaeko had been working as an hourly worker, I would have been able to eat the Western-style food she had reserved for me the first day, and although it was a bit inappropriate to say this from her daughter's point of view, Yaeko's ambiguous relationship with her father aside, her cooking was really delicious.

I walked into the noodle shop, ordered the signature asparagus noodles, found an empty spot, and was about to sit down when a strong, seemingly resentful gaze came straight from the direction of my left cheek, and I couldn't help but be startled, at the same time, I realized that because it was still early, there was only me and the person who was staring at me with resentment in the noodle shop at this time, except for the busy clerk.