114 wanders aimlessly in the darkness.

It is very frightened, afraid that it will never find its host again, if it can't find Yan Bai, then Yan Bai will really sleep in the space of the central system until the consciousness completely dissipates, it must wake up the host Da, this is Yan Bai's consciousness world, a cold darkness all year round.

Thinking of this, 114's fear intensified, and it walked desperately along the way, and finally saw a faint point of light ahead, and 114 stopped.

A small figure of about eight or nine years old stood, she was wearing a white dress, the skirt was very wide, dragged to the ground, standing barefoot on the ground, holding a shabby doll in her arms, as if she regarded it as a treasure, her small body lying on the window, as if looking downstairs somewhere, her eyes were full of envy and anticipation, longing.

"If I had behaved a little more, Mom and Dad would have hugged me, yes, they would, and they would have said happy birthday to me, right." She touched the doll in her arms with self-questioning, tightened the doll, and rubbed her face lightly against the doll, with longing in her eyes.

Downstairs as far as Lori's eyes can see is a happy family of three who are about to go out, the young couple went out with their daughter, with a smile on their faces, and their eyes were full of pampering, and the girl was coquettish to her parents, and her parents were gently stroking the girl's head.

114 Seeing this, his heart trembled slightly, this is the host big ......

Then the image of the place changed again.

In the corner, a petite and thin figure was huddled, wearing a blue and white hospital gown, barefoot, her feet were covered with wounds and scratches, and her body was also stained with blood.

She curled up in a corner of the darkness, her hands around herself, her long black and silky hair spread out, her body trembling slightly, as if to suppress her fear, her hands tightened desperately, and she grabbed the red blood marks on her feet without any pain.

"Please, don't ...... I'm not crazy, I'm normal. She seemed to be terrified, looking up at the person in front of her, biting her lower lip, her gaze drifting out of focus, as if she was constantly falling into the abyss of despair and fear.

The same phrase is repeated over and over again.

She's normal.

"I'm not sick, I don't need injections and medicine...... It's them who are crazy, not me. Her voice was hoarse, but no one seemed to listen to her words.

The person in front of him was wearing needles and medicines in his hands, his face was blurry, he seemed to be very indifferent, he walked straight to her, kicked her stomach hard, and then grabbed her hands and feet, pierced the blood vessels with needles, and continued to inject drugs into it, needles and needles continued to appear on the forehead on his hands and feet, and the blue and purple needle eyes, the traces of strangulation on his hands and feet became deeper and deeper, and even evolved into scars.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" was lying on the ground, her face was flushed and she was choking, her whole body was curled into a ball, and her mouth was forcibly poured with medicinal liquid.

This image repeats itself until the end...... The girl curled up on the ground, whether it was fear or longing in her eyes, all emotions were completely annihilated and collapsed, leaving only a piece of empty nothingness, as if she had become an emotionless delicate puppet.

She stumbled to her feet, her eyelashes fluttering, a smile on her face, her head tilted slightly, her lips moved slightly, and her eyes were pitch black, and she couldn't see the slightest light.

She's really crazy.

Just as those people expected, crazy.

Seeing this, 114 couldn't hold back any longer.