There are twenty-four prisons in the blood lake in the mountain of Xuduluo, where the abortion damages the child, the blood lake is born and dies, the untimely destruction is ruined, the grievances are incomprehensible, the sins accumulate in the mountains, sink into hell, the blood lake is born in the blood well, the blood pool is bloody, and the women are thrown into the people, or thrown into the inside, and suffer all kinds of pain, and it is difficult to get out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

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The lifeless mass of flesh and the clotting blood rotted quietly in the operating tray, and she would never dare to look at the blurred flesh again, but the unformed features were already deeply imprinted in her mind.

"Do you want to take it away?" The doctor in a wide mask asked, carrying a black plastic bag.

The contents of the plastic bag make the words "drug waste" on the outside of the plastic bag clearly outlined.

"This is my child, isn't it?" Looking at the silhouette on the bag, she muttered to herself.

"No, I'm leaving" were her last words.

The summer breeze is soft, the branches are resting, and the neon lights are still flashing on the midnight streets of the bustling city, and the night market is still hot. Every corner of the city is full of **** and hustle and bustle.

She finally felt tired, and the street lamps on both sides lit up the world like a kaleidoscope, and the lights and shadows of the lights first felt dazzling in the six months she had been in the city.

In order not to rot in the loess, she came. In this vast forest of steel, she was thrilled by the scenery before her: she trembled at the kiss of her lover. She knew that she would never have to go back to the loess and use her flesh and blood to compensate for the increasingly barren land.

But everything comes at a price.

So she compromised, just as she had gambled everything with him to escape, and in order not to return to the mud, she had let her children rot, rot in the dirt, rot in the places where she was most despised.

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She came out of the back door of the hospital, but leaned on the railing of the moat until midnight, rows of light blue neon lights were installed in the green belt in front of the hospital building, and the faint light hit the wall of the hospital and scattered countless halos, faintly like dust around the front of the building, compared to the courtyard building is particularly dark, looking back at the main building of the hospital like a resting beast lying on the hell blood pool.

After midnight, the coolness of the summer breeze from the river gradually turns cold, and the city falls asleep drunk. The river flows quietly, and the summer insects are silent. She was tired, but she was also much more relaxed. Maybe everything could come again, she thought.

"Wow—ah—" The baby's night cry came from deep down the alley, and then came to an abrupt end, but it was enough to make her scalp tingle.

The street was empty, and there were a few moths flying under the lamp. Blurred facial features, "drug waste" and these things quietly appeared in her mind again.

"Squeak...... A slow, high-pitched sound ...... creak also came from the alley. 、

"Wow-ah-" One cry after another was transmitted into the alley, and how many echoes were intertwined and overlapped, and in this cry there were faintly mixed with many miscellaneous whispers, laughing or crying to distinguish between men and women. The night cries died down, and the whispers became clearer.

"My good mother—when you're home from work—" The nursery rhyme in the shadows was staccato and incessant, and the unwarranted fear came from the bottom of her heart, making her anemic face even paler, and she almost screamed at this moment.

"Whoa—pop—" A window was opened, and she looked in shock, only to find that the dim light in the room reflected a chubby woman in the window, along with the baby in her arms, and the child soon stopped crying and fell asleep sweetly under the soothing of the breeze.

"Drop-" a taxi pulled up next to her, "girl, where to go?" ”

The headlights shot straight into the deep alley, and she didn't answer the driver's words but looked into the alley. Mickey at the entrance of the kindergarten looked pale in the light, and the chain on the door swayed in the wind and creaked.

"Drop-" The taxi honked and slowly left.

She stood for a long time before she came to her senses and continued on her way.

But after a while, when she came back to her senses, there was another creaking sound in her ears.

She looked up and looked around suspiciously, and in an instant her face was filled with "impossible", and as she became more and more sure, the doubt turned to fear.

Under the street lamp, moths fluttered, the sound of chains and gates colliding came from the dark alleys, the windows were still open, and the dim lights were still there, but the mother and son were gone.

She was a little overwhelmed, took a deep breath, looked at the street lamp not far away, gritted her teeth and ran hard.

It wasn't long before she had no more strength left, so she could only hold on to the lamppost that was the target, and gasp for air as she endured the vertigo that hit her brain.

…… It's unfortunate.

"Squeak...... The sound of the metal c......lashing was still mechanical and monotonous, still coming from the dark alley, pouring into her ears, hitting her eardrums little by little.

"Wow-ah-ah" The baby's heart-rending cry came from the depths of her mind, and the blurred facial features and "drug waste" unstoppably appeared in her mind.

The blurred face was so clear at that moment, the black eyes reflected a trace of blood under the thin skin of the face, and the nose and mouth under the eyes were not yet contoured, huddled together, difficult to identify, only a few black hairs were conspicuous.

She stared at the streetlights in front of her, not daring to blink, and then rushed desperately.

"Hah...... Tears and snot filled her eyes and blocked her nostrils, and the smell ......of blood slowly spread in her mouth, and she almost fell to the ground.

"Squeak...... Squeak...... "The iron chains covered with red rust squeezed each other, bursting out of the red shavings on the ground.

The small alley is like the mouth of a vicious dog in the depths of the netherworld, echoing with endless noise, which can be placed in front of her eyes, and she can't escape.

The stupid moth was finally injured by the hot bulb and fell to the ground and convulsed. There were no insects, no water, only heavy wheezing sounds, echoing in this foreign land. (She is like a frightened rabbit, afraid to move) "squirming" in the shadows to begin to be noisy, like a fangcai, whispering, or crying or laughing, near and far, not distinguishing between men and women.

"My good mother—coming home from work—" the nursery rhyme sounded again—drifting from the kindergarten in the deep alley.

"It's been a day of labor, how hard it is!" How many children are singing? The words are clear but like a paper kite in the wind, which will break - constantly ......

"Mommy, Mommy, sit down" stopped, and this exotic land returned, and the dead silence and the song for no reason disappeared for no reason, as if it was floating in the air, and it was invisible.

The street lights flickered, and the shadows began to gather, and the color was as thick as ink in the light.

"Mom!" One foot stepped into the realm of light.

The ragdoll struggled to peek out of the shadows.

"Mommy," it moved towards her with open hands.

"Mom—" The sound of the synthesizer on its body was dull, dead.

Countless shadows followed behind it, unhurried, devouring the light under the streetlights.

"Mommy—" the blue-eyed, yellow-haired doll cried.

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There was a roar of falling water under the bridge, the water was as calm as a mirror, and the reflections of a few moths were flying around the street lamp.