"Jack, why do you want to be a doctor?" The mother gently touched her daughter's head, and the smooth silver hair gently slid between her fingers, brushing her palm slightly. Pen fun Pavilion www.biquge.info// high-speed update // Silver is a very beautiful color, but in her eyes it represents her daughter's misfortune.

This is a congenital inherited disease.

The disease took her mother's life as well as her son's life. Obviously he was born less than a month ago, and he didn't even take a good look at the world, so he died like this.

Die?

One day she will die, and so will her daughter. But she hopes to see her daughter have a happy family and a happy life at that time. Such a wish is not extravagant, right?

However, such a small wish could not be realized, and it was impossible to realize it from the beginning.

A terrible disease was circulating in her family, and no one was spared. People born with silver hair and silver eyes can live up to 15 years old, and then they will die a painful death. Even if he wasn't born silver-haired, the sick would come to collect his dues at the age of thirty-five at the latest.

There is no hope of healing, no possibility of redemption, and it is like a curse that haunts them.

"Fifteen years, what can you do?

I can't feel the sweetness of love, I can't form a happy family, and I can't enjoy any fun. Sometimes she also thinks that it would be nice if she was also born with silver hair and silver eyes, so that she would not have a family, let alone watch her daughter die and be powerless.

"To cure my mother's illness." Jack looked up and looked at her earnestly.

It's useless to study medicine, those doctors can't cure me at all, and they can't cure you!

She couldn't say that. Instead of letting her daughter spend a short life in despair, it is better to let her have a little sustenance. Maybe before she died, she cursed me for not telling her the truth, but she had at least experienced the world. Isn't it?

"Son, Mom believes that you will become a good doctor. At that time, it was necessary to heal not only my mother, but also other people who were suffering from illness. ”

"Hmm!"

On July 3, 1888, Jack personally cremated his mother's body. The light of the fire reflected her pale face, and her mother's serene face was deeply engraved in the depths of her silver pupils.

"I'm sorry Mom, I couldn't protect you......"

"What else is there to do?

Alive...... What's the point?

Mom is gone. Is there still a need to live?

“…… Some. ”

Mom said that she would use medical skills to heal others. Even if I hate this city, I will fulfill the promise I made with my mother. I couldn't protect my mother, so I couldn't break the agreement.

"What Mom said, you have to follow it."

Jack kept his mother's ashes in the only sturdy box in the house, and carefully kept them close to him. Only then will the mother never leave her again and be with her forever.

Since then, she has been practicing medicine far from her original neighborhood for the month since. At first, no one believed the little girl, but she was able to heal many people with her excellent medical skills.

No remuneration is solicited. Just to heal for the sake of healing. Without those vicious gossip and malicious slander, people finally slowly accepted her.

She is like God's messenger to earth, so grateful people call her

"Finally, the end of the apocalypse Chapter 439 is shattered, the Holy Mother of Disintegration!" Virgin.

"Why is this happening......" Jack curled up in the corner, unable to sob.

In front of her was a female corpse with bruises on her face, some of her front teeth had fallen out, and her neck had been cut twice. But the most cruel thing was not these, but the wound in her abdomen. The belly is dissected whole. The intestines dragged to the ground, and even the newly-formed baby girl in her womb was stabbed into a disgusting mass of meat sauce by the sharp blade.

Blood was pouring everywhere. The pungent smell of blood made her sick.

These are all made by herself.

"No, it's not me ......"

She watched as she slit the woman's throat from behind, brutally swinging the scalpel at the person who wasn't yet dead. Her already proficient surgical skills allow her to cut through the flesh effortlessly, like an old doctor with decades of surgical experience.

But she can't control her body at all!

Jack tried to look away, but all he could do was watch himself commit his atrocities. She frantically ordered the body. But the body does not listen to the command at all.

Like, there is another person who is indulging her in the "final doomsday".

"The first." A familiar voice came out of her mouth, cold and terrifying.

Eight days later, a second victim appeared, and the same murderer was her. The deceased wailed in terror before he died. But there was no one to stop him. She is like a powerless bystander, unable to do anything but "see".

The third, the fourth, the fifth......

Jack watched as he used his skillful skills to kill others with ease, but this medical skill was supposed to be used to save people!

"Mom, I'm sorry, I can't even make an appointment with you......"

Blood stained her eyes a bright red, and the painful and desperate faces of the dead echoed before her eyes, as if to complain about why she had done this.

Did Jack the Ripper really only do five cases?

No, more than a hundred, if not more, died at her hands. She chopped up the corpses and threw them into boiling pots to stew into broth, some of which were distributed to the hungry homeless, and the rest went into her stomach.

She didn't want to kill anyone, but she killed a lot of people with her own hands. And the last "entertainment show" of this slaughter feast is none other than Jack himself. The scalpel slipped open her chest, and her hand, weakened by blood loss, tied a bow with her intestines.

"Our Lady? Killing, cannibalism, such a 'Madonna', is ......"

Blurred consciousness sank into the dark abyss, and Jack didn't finish listening to the words that came out of his mouth until he died.

What are my wishes?

Find the real culprit who connived at my body and kill him. I studied medicine to treat my mother, to fulfill the agreement with my mother, not to become a tool for others to do evil!

Even though I didn't protect my mother, I still have memories of living with my mother, and I'm trying to fulfill the promised memories! If such a life is not happiness, then what is everything that happened in the past?

Yes, I've cried, I've hurt, I've been sad, I've hated. But all the laughter, all the warmth, is it all unfortunate?

No, my life should be happy. This is the only experience that will remain in my heart when I die.

This is my life, a life that cannot be given to anyone, and cannot be taken away by anyone.

It can't be denied, can't be shirked, can't be forgotten, can't be trampled on, can't be laughed at!

This is so real, so warm, and so cruel, this only one life is the life of a person named "Jack"!

What now?

The scalpel used to save people has become a tool for killing, and the medical skills used to cure diseases have become accomplices in killing. Someone tore everything from me with his own hands, trampled on everything I had, and negated everything about me!

I once heard it said that a person can only kill one person in his life, otherwise he cannot die as a human being. If this is true, I have lost my qualification as a human being.

I only wish that the last person I ever killed in my life was him!

Holy Grail, if you are truly omnipotent, then please grant my wish!

"Don't let you hurt my mother again!"

Whether it's killing someone, or having bloody hands, as long as I can protect my mother, I can give up anything!

"Smash, Madonna of Disintegration!" To be continued.

PS: Why is Jack a good fit for Berserker? Don't forget to think about meowing on the official design of mushrooms......

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