The voice reminded her of that year.

That year of hellish life.

She has done a lot to survive.

Tears, pleading, praying.

At first, she was afraid of cockroaches and mice, but later, she was afraid that they would never appear again.

It was her food, and the only living thing she could see.

And that man, he is not a human for a long time, he is not even a beast.

Farol followed her inner voice, she put the dagger back away, and took a step forward.

She has 10,000 ways to make the other party's life worse than death, and give him back all these years of pain.

"Yes, that's it, torture him to death!"

Nine-year-old Farol appeared at some point, and stood behind her, making such a vicious voice in her immature voice.

Lori is as thin as wood, her face is sickly pale because she has not seen the sun for a long time, her face is scarred, and a scratch between her eyebrows is still bleeding pus, just like she looked like a year later.

But there was neither fear nor fear on her face, nor confusion or helplessness, but only fanaticism, hatred, and morbid hideousness.

"Torture him to death! Fast! Torture him to death! Let him feel your pain! ”

Faryl hesitated suddenly.

Her hesitation was quickly noticed by Lori, who took a half step forward, a pair of red eyes staring at her.

"What are you hesitating about! Go up, go up, do you want to watch your mother be beaten to death by him! ”

"Shut up! It's up to you what I do. ”

Faryl hated the tone of being ordered, and she retorted coldly, then took out her dagger again, clenched it, and stepped forward with a neat hanging, tearing the man's neck.

The huge wound was wide open in the shape of a cross, the skin and flesh turned outward, and the blood flowed like an infusion. The man fell to the ground and struggled in agony, like a fish out of water, and soon collapsed in a pool of blood, without moving.

She remembered the scene, it was familiar.

She was only ten years old at the time, and her movements were nowhere near as crisp as they are now...... When the half of the bottle was inserted into his throat, blood poured into the bottle like red wine, gushing out of the bottle. The man struggled on the ground for at least a minute before he froze.

"You're saved."

She looked at her mother, her voice trembling.

She imagined a thousand times, ten thousand times, what it would be like if her mother could be rescued......

But she didn't expect the face in front of her.

Disgust, hatred...... As well as bloodthirsty.

"You let him die so quickly!" The woman screamed at her.

"I ......"

"You should torture him and make him feel our pain!"

The woman stood up, her hideous face almost touching the tip of her nose.

"You should torture him and make him feel our pain!"

Lori didn't know when she came behind her, the voices of the mother and daughter kept ringing, overlapping, extending countless whispers, penetrating the eardrums, reaching the depths of her mind, as if there were countless people shouting at her, roaring, the sound was like a tide, and it was coming continuously......

"Torture him, tenfold, hundredfold!"

"Let him feel the pain! Torture! ”

"Your hatred! The devastation you've experienced! ”

Faryl held her head and moaned in pain, she felt every part of her body burning, tearing apart, and there was a thought in her heart that drove her to vent and obey this desire......

"Ahhh

She jerked the dagger back into the man's chest, and he let out a scream when he should have died.

However, when she heard this scream, she felt happy. The sound was heavenly and it felt like an orgasm, almost making her spasm.

Is that so, the taste of revenge, the taste of sadism......

For a moment, she asked herself.

"That's right! Torture him! ”

Mother and nine-year-old Faryl lifted the man, like an animal, and waited for her to be slaughtered.

"Use your dagger! Torture him! Hurry up ......"

Farol almost lost control, bloodlust, desire to kill, hatred, pain...... Driven by this, the female thief's eyes turned red, and her dagger arm trembled and trembled with excitement......

But at this moment, a face suddenly flashed in front of her......

It's Rorschach.

……

"Hello, would you like to join my mercenary group?"

"Are you sure you want to invite a prostitute?"

"Your dagger is well hidden and ......"

"And I can sleep with your members?"

"No, your thighs are very powerful! This shows that you have a lot of speed and explosiveness, and you're definitely a good thief, come on, the Rorschach need you. ”

“……”

……

"Captain, I'm free tonight~"

"I'm sorry Farrow, I didn't."

"You can have ~"

"What do you want me to do, is it your birthday?"

"I'm sorry, but it's not my birthday."

"If it's your birthday......"

"When I didn't say it."

……

"Don't you regret it? If I hadn't been on my thief ship, I wouldn't have died at the hands of these monsters. ”

"I regret that I have a fart, why do you think I joined in the first place, but it's a pity that you learned smartly, and you never looked for me after that."

“…… Actually, I regret it too. ”

……

Memories of the scenes suddenly surfaced, and she suddenly came to her senses.

With a thud, the dagger fell to the ground.

Boundless pain ensued, sadistic pleasure followed by endless emptiness, and she felt like she was about to be torn apart by this withdrawal reaction, and the pain was even stronger than the last time......

She gritted her teeth, like a weak sapling in a storm, almost uprooted, but struggling to support it......

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Erin is six years old again.

Erin's father is the sheriff of the town, who functions the equivalent of a judge and police chief.

For six-year-old Irene, what she loves most is watching her father deal with those cases.

No matter what the case, it will be solved quickly in the hands of the father, and people will be satisfied.

Although it seemed to Erin at the time that it was full of many "incorrect" decisions, every time her father could always persuade her with adult reasoning, or when he couldn't argue, he picked up little Erin and rubbed his stubble on her little face, making her giggle, and finally making her forget about those questions.

When she returned to this scene as a bystander, Erin felt very nostalgic, and she looked at the sometimes majestic and sometimes kind man, and unconsciously took a few steps forward.

But soon, her steps are blocked by a group of people because of the arrival of a new dispute.

Jody in town knocks down Lord Rey while driving the carriage, and the frightened horse tramples on the latter's leg, and now Jody is tied up in front of the sheriff by Rey's servants.

Jody, the father of three children and his bedridden mother, was sentenced to work for three years for free for Lord Rey in exchange for forgiveness and to bear his medical bills, according to imperial law.

After hearing the news, Jodi's face was ashen, as if she had aged more than ten years all of a sudden, which made people unbearable to look at.

Erin remembers tugging at her father's sleeve and asking him why he did this, and that God had been unfair to Jody and had sent bad luck, but why did his father help persecute him......

"Jurisprudence and morality are two different things, Irene." The sheriff stroked his daughter's silky hair, "The law is written for everyone, not for the poor. ”

"But Jody is pitiful, shouldn't we pity him?" Six-year-old Erin asked.

"Yes, we should sympathize with him, but sympathy does not mean misinterpreting the law." The father replied.

Almost as soon as his words fell, a golden bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and His Excellency the Sheriff was chopped to ashes.

Erin let out a sudden scream and covered her mouth in horror.

But the people around him ignored this scene...... They don't seem to see anything!

"He was wrong, so he was punished." Six-year-old Erin said with a milky voice.

She stood up and sat down in her father's seat.

No, it's not......

Erin remembers that there was a half-sentence after that......

"We can help him privately, but in court, I must uphold the justice and authority of the law, and I must treat everyone equally, this is the principle of adults, child, you will understand ...... in the future"

Father didn't do anything wrong!

Why?

Why is this happening?

By this time others had already begun to ask the opinion of the "sheriff".

"Jody is a poor poor man, and he should be exonerated from his guilt. Lord Rey's servant hurts Jody, and Rye should compensate Jody for it. ”

The dispute ended in such an almost nonsensical form, but it was cheered and applauded by onlookers.

It's ridiculous, and Irene's attempt to correct her mistake is not a step.

What she lacks is not just courage, but a perfect reason......

It's as if she thinks from the bottom of her heart that there is a little bit of truth in doing this, and this perception is very deep and deep, even if only 1% of her heart thinks so, which makes it impossible for her to take this step to refute "herself".

As the center of "goodness", because of her inaction, six-year-old Irene instituted a new rule, which is "mercy above all else".

But a six-year-old child knows what mercy is......

She judged a person's guilt by the visible wealth and weakness, and in the blink of an eye, Lord Rey's house was emptied, and he himself died in the battle with the robbers.

Eventually, a dozen ragged robbers came to the sheriff.

Erin looked over, and they were all refugees living on the outskirts of the town, all of them with yellow faces and thin muscles, but they revealed a shrewdness and cunning.

She could see it, but six-year-old Irene couldn't, and in her eyes, these were poor people who had taken risks to make ends meet.

When they saw the sheriff, they fell on the ground and begged for forgiveness, and wept profusely, so that the six-year-old Erin could not bear it anymore and forgave them.

Forgiveness is a virtue, it's part of the rules.

Hearing that he was being forgiven, one of the prisoners suddenly raised his head.

"Great, sir...... You are so noble, so kind...... Okay, okay sir, help me again...... My son is twenty-five years old this year, because of poverty, no girl wants to marry him, can you help us...... I hope you can convince the young lady over there to let her marry my son and give birth to a child to inherit the incense, nothing else! It won't take long, a year at most......"

"Which young lady?" Six-year-old Erin asked.

"...... over there"

Erin saw a dirty finger pointed at her.

In an instant, the eyes of the people around her swept over, and the greed in her eyes made her creepy.

This was followed by a barrage of requests.

"And me, sir! I'm Chinese New Year's Eve four years old and I don't have any children......"

"I'm me, I'm forty-two, and those women think I'm old and poor......"

"And me! I ......"

……

In the end, six-year-old Erin looked at her, her eyes were simple and innocent, but there was a terrible chill behind Erin.

"Okay."

A milky answer came out of the girl's mouth, as if with some kind of power, imprisoning Erin's limbs, so that she could not escape.

Then she saw a series of twisted, hideous faces approaching her quickly.

The greed and lust in their eyes have lost their restraint and are almost bursting through their skins, leaving little of the splendor of humanity......

Erin struggled and struggled, but she was limited by the rules and could only let them pounce and tear her clothes.

At the moment of her extreme despair, there was a sudden burst of continuous screams in her ears.

A corpse fell on top of her, and the warm liquid spilled on her face.

Erin hurriedly opened her eyes and pushed the corpse aside, seeing a familiar figure blocking the men......

"Fa, Faryl?"