Layla walked down the street, looking around with wide eyes.

From the outside, she looks like a rather cute girl, with almost perfect facial features, and her skin is almost white and reflective in the sun, which is quite a stark contrast to the black dress.

However, although it looks like a cute girl who will fly far with a punch, the truth is the opposite. Strictly speaking, she is old enough to be the ancestor of all living human beings.

She's not even human. The cute appearance is just an illusion, and it becomes in order to blend in with the environment, but the essence is just a visual illusion.

The popsicle in her hand came from a grocery store she was passing by not long ago.

It was a child's crying that caught Layla's attention. She stopped at the door of the store and craned her neck curiously. She saw a child crying in the store and refusing to leave, holding his mother's hand with the weight of his whole person, shouting that he must eat a popsicle. The child's mother couldn't help it, so she had to buy him one.

The child licked the cold popsicle and burst into tears and laughed, and followed the parent contentedly.

The girl stood in the doorway, staring at the departing backs of her mother and child for a long time, and looked a little distracted. It wasn't until the two shadows, one large and one small, had disappeared from the end of the street that she withdrew her gaze, and then leaned back on the freezer and looked at the cabinet full of colorful packaging in a strange way.

Her eyes grew more and more curious, as if she was surprised that the magical power of this thing could make extremely sad human cubs happy in an instant. It must be something very comfortable.

The store manager is a very kind uncle. He noticed the little girl in the dress—of course, it might be difficult to notice such a dress and a face that was so unusually pretty.

He smiled and asked, "Little sister, do you want one too?" ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

So a minute later, she had this extra popsicle in her hand.

Layla felt more and more curious.

Not only for this kind of food that she had never seen before, but also for the people who live in this world today.

It was very different from what she remembered.

She thought it might be a matter of perspective, since she had never been among humans before and knew anything about them. In the past, like her own kind, she felt that humans were no different from other animals, inferior and weak, and that they were destined to be dominated by nature. Afraid of power, he is submissive in front of the strong, but he is intrigued and killed each other internally.

She didn't have any liking for the creature before.

But now she feels a little different.

It could also be a matter of time, where the years change everything. During their long slumber, humanity has also undergone drastic changes.

The surrounding buildings are towering like mountains, the roads are loaded with four-wheeled vehicles, and many other things. She hadn't seen it, but with her sense of the principles of those things, her perception of the application of energy, she could guess how they were used.

But the most important thing is that human beings themselves have changed.

Compared to better buildings and upcycling tools, this is what has changed the most for her – a world that has never been more harmonious than ever.

They are no longer as vigilant and hostile as they used to be. They care for each other, take care of each other, support each other, and live together.

She licked the cold, hard thing again, and her heart flooded with pleasure.

They can even show kindness to strangers they don't know.

Incredible.

She suddenly found a sense of yearning for the world built by these tiny creatures, and wanted to learn more about the human beings who made the world what it was......

"Little sister, where is your mother?"

The girl looked away and saw a man standing behind her. He was wearing a black vest and his face was slightly fat. He seemed to be trying to look as kind, as concerned as possible.

Layla's ice-blue eyes stared at him for a moment, and she didn't say anything, only licking her popsicle again.

"Are you alone?" A subtle flash of joy flashed in the man's eyes, "Then come with uncle, uncle will take you to eat better popsicles." ”

The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then followed without saying a word.

Joy appeared on the man's face again.

Hooked.

Most children are very good at this age, and it is not so easy to coax children. A child who is so beautiful and not very smart that no one looks at him is simply the best of the best, and he doesn't know what kind of luck he hit to pick up such a big bargain.

It's like a jackpot hit.

As he walked, the man began to fantasize about what she could sell for a good price, and even began to make up for how to spend the money.

He led the girl away from the noisy city and through the complex streets and alleys. There were fewer and fewer people around, no vehicles and no pedestrians. They walked through the dimly lit alleyways and took a shortcut to an old neighborhood that was almost empty.

Any child who is a little more clever should realize that something is wrong now, no matter how dull his mind is, at least he should feel the abnormality of the surrounding environment. Therefore, the man was always on the lookout for his prey, and was ready to catch her if she showed signs of running away.

Now that he has avoided his eyes, this place has entered his territory, and it is not unacceptable to use force directly, even if it is even a bigger movement.

However, the man soon found himself overly worried, and that such a plan was completely unnecessary. Because the girl didn't want to run at all, and didn't even show such signs. She was surprisingly cooperative, following her obediently like a doll, concentrating on continuing to deal with the popsicle.

Maybe a fool.

The man frowned slightly, but was quickly relieved.

Intellectual disability would undoubtedly detract a little bit from her, but it wasn't a big problem. Her excellent looks are still good enough for her to sell for a good price.

He led the girl upstairs and took out the key to open the old security door. As soon as I pushed the door open, there was a noisy sound of people and mahjong inside. Four men, some wearing vests and some shirtless, were sitting around the table rubbing mahjong enthusiastically.

Noticing that the door was open, one of them turned his head to look this way, and he couldn't help but whistle excitedly.

"Okay, brother, where did you find this kind of superlative?"

The four men immediately dropped the table and came over excitedly, looking at the girl who had been brought back as if they were looking at a delicate work of art.

"MD, today is really shit luck, picked up on the road. In a word, he obediently followed. The man was also excited, spitting all over the place.

"Grass, that's shit luck."

"Why didn't she react? Doesn't seem too smart? ”

"Who knows? She didn't speak. Maybe there's something wrong with your brain. ”

"Ah, that's a bit of a pity."

"It's a pity, but it doesn't have a big impact......"

“......”

Layla finished eating the popsicle.

She licked the remaining scraps from the stick and glanced up at the excited men.

She realized that her conclusion had just been a bit hasty.

In some ways, human beings haven't changed much, just like the previous ones.

They're just better at hiding.

Several men were talking excitedly when someone noticed something: "Wait, look at this kid...... Are her eyes glowing? ”

Everyone stopped talking and looked at each other in unison.

If you don't look at it, you don't care, everyone suddenly froze.

As if the process of life had been stopped, a fear from the depths of their souls took over their bodies, and a shivering sensation paralyzed the nerves all over their bodies, as if they were not even allowed to think.

In an instant, the cute girl who was at the mercy of others like a doll disappeared.

Looking directly into those dark blue eyes is like looking directly at fear itself.