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Qin Ze has always been a freak, and his relatives and friends around him have commented on being withdrawn. If it weren't for the alliance's population growth rate being negative every year, Qin Ze, a young child who suddenly appeared, might really starve to death on the street instead of being adopted.

A large number of names in the gene bank are also inevitably included in the human genome, especially those of extremely small ethnic groups, which are now included in the "to be restarted" project.

Therefore, in this situation, Qin Ze, who did not know the source, was only protected by the people of the "Flame of Hope" after several blood draws and investigations, and quickly found his adoptive parents for his household registration, so as to put an end to the investigation of these frizzy scientific research guards.

However, Qin Ze's coldness and loneliness seemed to be a buff that came with her, no matter how eager and warm the people around her were, they couldn't make her get out of her own world. This was a big deal for her adoptive parents, even though every psychiatrist said it was just a normal child, and that she was just less emotional than a normal child.

Perhaps the only thing that comforted and distressed them was that the child was always as enthusiastic as she could in the face of those who had good intentions towards her.

Because of her young age, her parents will be happier.

Then there was one, they disappeared, right in front of Qin Ze's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the couple disappeared little by little.

When they disappeared, they were waving goodbye to children who had left school and home.

It was pitch black.

Because it's the middle of the night, she just opened her eyes for some reason, and it seems that the door is not closed?

She thought about closing the door, but she was less than five meters away in front of her, but she was too tired and sleepy to get up.

It doesn't seem to matter if it's okay?

She thought, after all, she couldn't see the color when she looked at the color, in fact, the whole small room was also pitch black, and she couldn't see her fingers, so late, she had slept for so long and nothing happened.

With Rusi's thoughts, she fell asleep again in a groggy state.

Time is quiet, I don't know how fast or slow.

She suddenly woke up again, but she didn't dare to open her eyes, because she thought there was someone next to her bed!

A tall male is staring at her!

Oh, I should be shutting the door!

When the woman thought of this, regret and fear came over her.

The room was still quiet and dark.

The woman didn't dare to open her eyes, but she saw the corner of the man's mouth rise strangely, and slowly picked it up...... Hatchet!

It's an axe, a sharp, dirty, muddy axe.

The man slashed at the woman......

Suddenly awakened, the woman still opened her eyes in the dark room, and vaguely saw a faint light through the crack in the door that was only five meters away.

Above! She didn't close the door!

Yes, the woman remembered that she did not close the door, at that time she was cooking in the communal kitchen and brought it back to her room, and she did not lock the door because she was thinking about washing the dishes after eating, but after she was full, she lay on the bed and played with her mobile phone, and gradually fell asleep.

That axe!

The woman remembered the previous dream, and suddenly a cold sweat fell, she lifted the quilt, and the cold air had an effect even indoors, but the woman didn't care about these now, she fumbled and put on the slippers, during which she unintentionally mentioned the trash can, and was mixed by the computer chair.

"Damn it!" The woman cursed, but she was extremely afraid of the man with the axe in the dream, and she even felt that it was not a strange dream, but a foreknowledge!

"Thunderbolt" presses the inner handrail, and the latch automatically springs back, without which the door can be closed.

The woman walked back in the dark, and when she was about to lie back on the bed, she subconsciously turned back.

No!

The door is not locked!

Why? I'm shut!

The woman roared hysterically in her heart, and she was completely sleepy, and she turned around and walked back to the door.

"Thunderbolt", the door closed.

The woman didn't relax, her eyes fixed on the doorknob.

Really!

The door slowly floated in the wind, as if the latch that locked the door had been automatically softened, and the door could not be closed!

The door can't be closed!

This cognition is constantly refreshed in women's minds, what to do, what to do, what to do?

It was quiet outside, only the wind blew at the end of the hallway.

The woman suddenly smiled silently and slammed the door open, and in an instant, the wind blew her hair and white pajama skirt.

Outside, there was nothing special, the dim old lights shining on the equally old concrete floors, and the pale or unprocessed walls looked eerie in the dim light. And the creaking doors that showed iron stains. The woman pursed her lips in disgust, and turned her head to look at her door,

Look at! How new, green.

This is the iron gate she just picked not long ago!

The door of the room next to the left hand of the female rao is open, and the old man with an old fan is sitting outside the door, who is sleeping lightly on the rocking chair, and there are two female dolls next to the old man who are turning over the red leather rope, and the braided black hair of the double hanging hair is shaking and looking extremely cute.

The woman knew them, they were the father and daughter of her friend.

The woman smiled, feeling that it was still peaceful, and went back to her room.

"Bang" The woman turned on the light button next to the door, and the dim light drove away the darkness.

The woman walked to the computer chair, sat down and spun around, catching a glimpse of the bowl on the table still containing the milk tea she had made at dinner before. She smacked her mouth, thinking about whether the milk tea could still be drunk for a second, and then she couldn't resist the thirst in her heart and drank it.

The woman was now sitting on a chair leaning across the bed, holding an empty bowl in her right hand.

Everything is quiet.

Nurao's gaze shifted to the bowl for some reason, it was an earthy brown and reddish tile bowl, the base was high and deep and the bowl mouth was expanded, it was very blessed, but Nurao's eyes just couldn't take away from the base, as if something attracted her gaze.

The woman slowly turned the bowl upside down, and the fear in her eyes became apparent.

There is an irregular dark mark on the bottom of the bowl.

The woman stiffened when she saw the mark, and slowly stretched out her left hand to touch the mark, which was moist to the touch.

Shocking!

Blood!

That's blood!

It's a piece of human blood that hasn't dried yet!

The woman screamed hysterically in her heart, and the gentle movements that she had been afraid of being alarmed or something disappeared all at once.

"The plot is loaded!"

"The world mold is initialized, the map is loaded with juice..., the monster is loaded with juice..."

"The points template is initialized, and the player loads the juice..."

"The player loads successfully, and the game starts after three breaths!"

This was followed by two deaths.

Qin Ze felt the panic and hysteria left in her brain, which was a rare mood swing in her more than ten years.

Qin Ze, who opened his eyes for the third time, remembered his name and purpose, Qin Ze had always been a freak, and his relatives and friends around him commented on being withdrawn. If it weren't for the alliance's population growth rate being negative every year, Qin Ze, a young child who suddenly appeared, might really starve to death on the street instead of being adopted.

Orphanage?

At a time when every newborn can be called a spark of hope, the existence of orphanages is already in the history books. The serious problem of birth rate is not limited to the human race, and the entire animal kingdom seems to be cursed, and the number of species that have become extinct because of their offspring is uncountable.

A large number of names in the gene bank are also inevitably included in the human genome, especially those of extremely small ethnic groups, which are now included in the "to be restarted" project.

Therefore, in this situation, Qin Ze, who did not know the source, was only protected by the people of the "Flame of Hope" after several blood draws and investigations, and quickly found his adoptive parents for his household registration, so as to put an end to the investigation of these frizzy scientific research guards.

However, Qin Ze's coldness and loneliness seemed to be a buff that came with her, no matter how eager and warm the people around her were, they couldn't make her get out of her own world. This was a big deal for her adoptive parents, even though every psychiatrist said it was just a normal child, and that she was just less emotional than a normal child.

Perhaps the only thing that comforted and distressed them was that the child was always as enthusiastic as she could in the face of those who had good intentions towards her.

Because of her young age, her parents will be happier.

Then there was one, they disappeared, right in front of Qin Ze's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the couple disappeared little by little.

When they disappeared, they were waving goodbye to children who had left school and home.

It was pitch black.

Because it's the middle of the night, she just opened her eyes for some reason, and it seems that the door is not closed?

She thought about closing the door, but she was less than five meters away in front of her, but she was too tired and sleepy to get up.

It doesn't seem to matter if it's okay?

She thought, after all, she couldn't see the color when she looked at the color, in fact, the whole small room was also pitch black, and she couldn't see her fingers, so late, she had slept for so long and nothing happened.

With Rusi's thoughts, she fell asleep again in a groggy state.

Time is quiet, I don't know how fast or slow.

She suddenly woke up again, but she didn't dare to open her eyes, because she thought there was someone next to her bed!

A tall male is staring at her!

Oh, I should be shutting the door!

When the woman thought of this, regret and fear came over her.

The room was still quiet and dark.

The woman didn't dare to open her eyes, but she saw the corner of the man's mouth rise strangely, and slowly picked it up...... Hatchet!

It's an axe, a sharp, dirty, muddy axe.

The man slashed at the woman......

Suddenly awakened, the woman still opened her eyes in the dark room, and vaguely saw a faint light through the crack in the door that was only five meters away.

Above! She didn't close the door!

Yes, the woman remembered that she did not close the door, at that time she was cooking in the communal kitchen and brought it back to her room, and she did not lock the door because she was thinking about washing the dishes after eating, but after she was full, she lay on the bed and played with her mobile phone, and gradually fell asleep.

That axe!

The woman remembered the previous dream, and suddenly a cold sweat fell, she lifted the quilt, and the cold air had an effect even indoors, but the woman didn't care about these now, she fumbled and put on the slippers, during which she unintentionally mentioned the trash can, and was mixed by the computer chair.

"Damn it!" The woman cursed, but she was extremely afraid of the man with the axe in the dream, and she even felt that it was not a strange dream, but a foreknowledge!

"Thunderbolt" presses the inner handrail, and the latch automatically springs back, without which the door can be closed.

The woman walked back in the dark, and when she was about to lie back on the bed, she subconsciously turned back.

No!

The door is not locked!

Why? I'm shut!

The woman roared hysterically in her heart, and she was completely sleepy, and she turned around and walked back to the door.

"Thunderbolt", the door closed.

The woman didn't relax, her eyes fixed on the doorknob.

Really!

The door slowly floated in the wind, as if the latch that locked the door had been automatically softened, and the door could not be closed!

The door can't be closed!

This cognition is constantly refreshed in women's minds, what to do, what to do, what to do?

It was quiet outside, only the wind blew at the end of the hallway.

The woman suddenly smiled silently and slammed the door open, and in an instant, the wind blew her hair and white pajama skirt.

Outside, there was nothing special, the dim old lights shining on the equally old concrete floors, and the pale or unprocessed walls looked eerie in the dim light. And the creaking doors that showed iron stains. The woman pursed her lips in disgust, and turned her head to look at her door,

Look at! How new, green.

This is the iron gate she just picked not long ago!

The door of the room next to the left hand of the female rao is open, and the old man with an old fan is sitting outside the door, who is sleeping lightly on the rocking chair, and there are two female dolls next to the old man who are turning over the red leather rope, and the braided black hair of the double hanging hair is shaking and looking extremely cute.

The woman knew them, they were the father and daughter of her friend.

The woman smiled, feeling that it was still peaceful, and went back to her room.

"Bang" The woman turned on the light button next to the door, and the dim light drove away the darkness.

The woman walked to the computer chair, sat down and spun around, catching a glimpse of the bowl on the table still containing the milk tea she had made at dinner before. She smacked her mouth, thinking about whether the milk tea could still be drunk for a second, and then she couldn't resist the thirst in her heart and drank it.

The woman was now sitting on a chair leaning across the bed, holding an empty bowl in her right hand.

Everything is quiet.

Nurao's gaze shifted to the bowl for some reason, it was an earthy brown and reddish tile bowl, the base was high and deep and the bowl mouth was expanded, it was very blessed, but Nurao's eyes just couldn't take away from the base, as if something attracted her gaze.

The woman slowly turned the bowl upside down, and the fear in her eyes became apparent.

There is an irregular dark mark on the bottom of the bowl.

The woman stiffened when she saw the mark, and slowly stretched out her left hand to touch the mark, which was moist to the touch.

Shocking!

Blood!

That's blood!

It's a piece of human blood that hasn't dried yet!

The woman screamed hysterically in her heart, and the gentle movements that she had been afraid of being alarmed or something disappeared all at once.

She threw away the bowl in embarrassment and rushed to the door like crazy!

Outside the door, there was silence, and there was a faint sound of nursery rhymes.

It's empty outside the door, too!

What about people?

What about the old man and the child?

Why are they all gone!

The woman's heart frantically brushed these blood-red letters, and the iron doors of the rooms on her left and right creaked in the wind, as if mocking.

The sound of nursery rhymes is becoming more and more obvious, accompanied by the sound of drumbeat-like stomping.