The girl knelt on her stomach and turned her head sideways to look at herself in the scene, her eyes still as strange as before.

The girl didn't even blink her eyes, she just stared at the face in front of her, as if she wanted to get even a little clue from the dove-shaped face, but she didn't find it, except for a pair of empty eyes, she refused to show anything in the picture, "she" was always just a cold, and uncaring expressionless appearance.

But in the face of such a look, the girl tilted her head, and her two dark black eyes were also close to the corner of her right eye in the same direction, as if she was thinking about something.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and her pupils dilated a little, as if she had received some serious blow, the girl's body shuddered, as if it was a feather that would float with the wind if it was blown in the air, and she also fell to the right because of her trembling, but she did not lie down again, the girl rolled on her side, and her hands were propped back, and she was safe and secure on the plane.

Coincidentally, the girl was facing the person in the white at this time.

The girl had to re-examine herself, she looked at herself with that appearance, after a long time, the girl couldn't help but flatten her mouth, the tip of her nose was also red, her eyes were full of sadness, as if she was about to cry, but she didn't, the girl just lowered her eyelashes, half-pulled her eyelids, and the corners of her mouth pulled down, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"yes, it turns out that it's really me."

She muttered.

"Why?"

It wasn't the girl's voice, but it was the same voice as hers.

The girl opened her mouth wide in surprise and looked up.

On the hospital bed, she still looked expressionless, but she raised her left hand and pointed at the girl, and also looked at the girl, her eyes were no longer wandering, but it was still like something invisible through a thin layer, so that people did not dare to look directly.

"What, why?" The girl was confused by the sudden scene in front of her, she felt a little frightened, and her heartbeat was also a lot faster, but she still pretended to be calm and asked.

But the person on the other side did not answer.

The girl quickly stood up, her hands half-clenched into fists, her feet slightly apart, not parallel to each other, her right foot half a distance from the ball of her other foot back, as if in a state of defensiveness.

But the girl found that "herself" on the opposite side had not changed either in the posture of her hands or in the sight of her eyes, and she had not changed in any way because of her sudden up.

"Why?"

Finally, she asked again, but it was only a few more words, and her tone was still the same as the previous sentence, without too much emotion.

At this time, the girl suddenly realized that although the "self" in the picture was indeed talking to herself, which was beyond doubt, what her fingers were pointing and what her eyes were looking at was not actually directed at herself, but through the girl's body and towards the girl's back.

I don't know why, the girl suddenly felt that there was a cold air coming towards the girl from all sides at this moment, making her feel that her whole body was cold and swishing.

In the same way, the girl was even more puzzled to realize that her own body was no longer at her mercy, and she unconsciously moved her feet, turned around, and turned behind her.

I don't know when, a beam of light flashed behind her.

It was a street and two streets, and the streets were lined with shops eating and drinking next to each other, and it was cloudy and dusty, and there were only a few cars passing by on the road, let alone a few people on the street.

But in front of one of the humble bakeries, there were five or six passers-by, not gathered together, but two of them in pairs, one of them alone, and even three of them holding hands with each other, and they formed a half-circle, not close to each other, but they all scattered to the side of the road, as if they were some kind of flood beast in front of them, and they all bowed their heads and looked in the same direction, and each of them had the same surprise and contempt on their faces. Among them, those who had companions whispered to each other and exchanged ears.

And what they were looking at, talking about, was the girl sitting on the steps in front of the bakery.

Just to the right hand of the girl was a large transparent bag, which was full of beautiful and unsatisfactory bread of size, but all of them had one thing in common, their surface was covered with a thick layer of cream.

At this moment, a hand reached into the transparent bag, and the hand was not clean, although it was very slender, but the back of his hand was stained with some bread crumbs and a thin layer of cream, and the color of the cream was inconsistent.

Soon, the hand pulled out a hand-sized strawberry brioche bread.

Obviously, this was the girl's hand, and the girl's right hand held the bread, and she opened her mouth and stuffed it into her mouth, but before she could chew it a few times, the girl raised her left hand again, and in her left hand she held a piece of chocolate cream bread that had been eaten by three-quarters, and sent it to her mouth, and she ate the rest of the bread in one bite.

Half of the girl's face, including the tip of her nose, was stained with a little cream, even the black cream left by the piece of chocolate bread that still remained on her mouth, and even her front teeth were glued and no longer white.

But the girl, as if she did not know it, and did not notice it, kept her head down, and ate one after another of the butter breads, which were not too light.

Even at the end of the meal, the girl's face was already blue for a while, and then it became pale again, and some dense sweat appeared on her forehead.

However, the girl still didn't care, she still took one bread after another, and although her movements were much slower, she still forced it into her mouth.

Until finally she couldn't swallow, until her mouth was so full that she couldn't even close her mouth, but the girl still insisted on tearing the bread in her hand into small pieces and sending it to her mouth.

"Wow......" is the sound of vomiting.

The girl spread her legs, buried her head between her knees, and in her right hand she held a bite of white plain cream bread, and the girl spit out the few mouthfuls of bread that she had not had time to swallow.

The girl vomited for a long time, she vomited loudly, very hard, and in pain, as if she was forced by her own body, and she was forced to vomit out all the bread she had just eaten at once.

Eventually, the girl could not vomit anything but saliva and bile, so she raised her head slightly, her face was pale, her eyes were red, and under her eyelids was a clearly visible mass of tears that had not yet been wiped away, and there was still a little remnant of vomit at the corner of her mouth, and a stream of snot slid down the girl's body into her mouth.

The girl looked down at the mess of dirt she had spat out.

Then, she raised her right hand,

Then he took a bite of the bread in his hand

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