Seventy-one didn't know exactly what was going on, she just knew that one day on, everything was different.

Originally, this day was no different from every other day.

After dinner, the older siblings who took care of them sang songs, played games, and taught them to read.

But just as they were about to leave, an older sister who had always been partial to Seventy-One stopped.

Half-on her knees, she called Seventy-One to her side.

Seventy-one didn't know what her sister was going to do, but she obediently walked to her sister's side.

The sister gently hugged her with both hands and stroked her hair.

Seventy-one felt as if some droplets of water had fallen on his head.

She looked up and saw the dew in her sister's eyes that could only be seen on the leaves every morning.

It's shiny, it's beautiful.

I don't know why, this time my sister hugged her very hard, and it hurt her.

Obviously, they used to be very gentle.

Although I don't understand, Seventy-One feels that today's sister seems to be a little different.

Her body trembled slightly.

Seventy-one was lying in her sister's arms, and she could hear something jumping in her sister's body.

It turns out that my brother and sister seem to have said that the beating thing is called the heart, and it is a very precious thing.

But why is my sister's heart beating so fast?

She looked at her sister's face again, and she felt that her sister, who had dewdrops in her eyes, seemed to be not as happy as the little leaf outside the window.

I don't know why, looking at my sister like this, she feels a little uncomfortable.

I can't say how uncomfortable it is, I just feel stuffy in my chest.

She reached out and tried to wipe the dew off her sister's eyes.

It must be these pesky little dewdrops that make my sister uncomfortable.

But this dew is like an endless stream, and the more you wipe it, the more you wipe it, you can't finish it at all.

Even their own clothes were soaked by them.

Seventy-One decided that from tomorrow onwards he would no longer like those little dewdrops.

The older brothers and sisters behind my sister who take care of them together don't seem to be in a very good mood.

An older brother walked up behind his sister and tried to help her up, but was stopped by another brother.

They seemed to say something, but Seventy-One kept lying in his sister's arms and didn't hear it.

Then the other brothers and sisters also called many children over and hugged them in their arms.

My sister hugged Seventy-One tighter and tighter, and she was a little out of breath.

"Sister, tap ......"

Seventy-one said vaguely.

But my sister ignored her and just hugged her by herself.

Seventy-one did not resist again.

I don't know how long it was, and Seventy-One was a little groggy and about to fall asleep.

My sister finally stopped trembling and let go of the hand holding her.

The sister let go of her movement, and the originally sleepy seventy-one woke up a little.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around, the children who had just hugged her brothers and sisters were already asleep.

But their sleeping position is strange.

Usually everyone sleeps with a quilt, but except for forty, everyone doesn't like to put their heads under the quilt.

Why do you have to cover your head when you cover the quilt this time?

"Are they all asleep?" Seventy-one lifted his little head and looked at the older sister.

"yes, they're all asleep." The older sister pulled back the corners of her mouth and smiled.

But I don't know why, Seventy-One feels that my sister is not happy when she laughs.

So she asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

My sister didn't speak, she still smiled.

But the brother behind my sister reached out and pushed my sister's shoulder, as if urging my sister to leave.

My sister's body was pushed crookedly, which only aroused Seventy-One's dissatisfaction.

She ran to her sister's side and showed her little tiger teeth at the brother: "Don't push your sister so hard." ”

The brother ignored her, didn't continue to push his sister, just laughed.

I don't know why, Seventy-One always felt that brother's smile was terrible.

After being pushed by her brother, her sister didn't get angry.

She knelt softly in front of Seventy-One.

In the past, my sister was kneeling and half-kneeling, but this time she knelt directly on the ground.

But Seventy-One didn't think there was anything wrong, everyone usually played on the ground like this.

My sister gently reached out and stroked Seventy-One's hair, and said gently: "Seventy-One, everyone is asleep, shall we sleep too?" ”

My sister's voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded weird.

But Seventy-One didn't care, she nodded obediently, and replied crisply: "Okay! ”

My sister smiled, only once the dew came out of her eyes.

"Seventy-one, you have to live well, well......"

I didn't hear what my sister said later.

She only felt a sudden pain in the back of her neck, and then a heavy sleepiness came over her.

She struggled to lift her eyelids, trying to hear what her sister was saying behind her.

But she didn't know why, she couldn't hear anything, she only felt that her hands and feet were weak, and she couldn't even stand.

She slowly collapsed to the ground, and the world gradually fell into darkness.

The moment she closed her eyes, she could still see her sister's mouth opening and closing, as if she was saying something.

His body was light, and it seemed that someone had lifted him.

After feeling this last bit of feeling, Seventy-One lost consciousness completely.

......

By the time Seventy-One woke up again, the world hadn't changed.

The friends are still around them, and everyone can still play happily together.

But the amount of time spent playing each day has decreased.

And they don't live in the pink house they used to have.

They were swapped for a large, spacious house.

The four walls of the house and the sky overhead have white, beautiful bricks.

They never saw those brothers and sisters again, and instead they were some uncles and aunts with their faces covered.

They said that their brother and sister had something to do, and that they would take care of themselves for the rest of the time.

Life was no different from the original, except that every day these uncles and aunts would take a long, round and prickly thing and stab them.

Uncles and aunts say it's for their health.

It seems to be a good thing, and no one has any objections.

I just don't know why, after coming here, my body always hurts inexplicably.

If the pain of being pricked by that long thing is a little, this feeling is like being pricked by a thousand long things.

It really hurts.

Under this pain, a small dew also fell out of Seventy-One's eyes.

Only then did she realize that it was really not a good thing to have dewdrops in her eyes.

It seems that the dew only comes out when it hurts.

In that case, my sister and the grass every morning must be in pain.

She hated dew even more.

I don't know why, after the pain, some partners' bodies will become a little different.

Some of them have beautiful fur on their bodies.

Some have spiky things growing on their heads, and it hurts to be pricked.

There are also a few companions who, after the daily routine of stabbing, will suddenly become very sleepy and fall into a deep sleep.

They slept really soundly and couldn't wake up no matter how much they screamed.

If an uncle or aunt sees a sleeping friend, they will take them away.

The uncles and aunts said that they would find them a big bed to sleep comfortably.

Seventy-one also wanted a big bed, and the small bed seemed a little small now.

Uncles and aunts don't always come, sometimes only once every few days.

Some of the sleeping partners would sleep for a few days, and they would be carried to bed and covered with quilts.

I don't know why, but there is a very foul smell coming out of them.

It really stinks, and you have to cover your nose when you get close.

I guess I didn't go to the toilet when I fell asleep, and I pulled the stinky one on the bed.

What a shame.

Of course, they wouldn't help them change their pants, so they were left to lie on the bed and wait for their aunts and uncles to take them away.

Uncles and aunts would also complain when they took them away.

But for some reason, their skin seems to have become very dark and dark.

Seventy-One didn't know how long she had been living in that room.

During this period, many friends were taken away.

They never came back.

Seventy-One had asked his aunt and uncle, but they said that the friends had finished their training and had gone out to contribute to Castle Horror.

Seventy-one also wants to contribute to Fortress Horror, but his uncle and aunt always say that it is not yet time.

This made her mood lower day by day.

Later, none of the friends she played with at the beginning were gone.

Seventy felt a little lonely at first.

Of course, there is no shortage here, and after some friends are taken away, another group of children will be sent in.

They also have numbers, but they have one more digit than seventy-one.

They are all more than a hundred.

Later, there were more than two hundred, more than three hundred.

But it's interesting to have a kid numbered two hundred and five.

He always claims to be the eldest young master of the Horror Castle, and he dictates to them at every turn.

But everyone didn't believe it, that little boy was smaller than seventy-one, how could he be the eldest young master of the Horror Castle.

Young Master or something, it should be like those brothers and sisters who take care of them.

Everyone says two hundred and five bragging.

Sometimes people will play a little prank on him.

Slowly, the little boy stopped talking.

Seventy-one looked like he wanted to make friends with the little boy.

However, the little boy not only did not appreciate it, but also said a lot of bad things about Fortress Horror.

It's obviously a home that everyone wants to build together in the future, but he actually defiled their home like this.

This made Seventy-One angry and ignored him anymore.

Boys are just excluded from the game by the kids.

Except for Seventy-One, who said a few words to him regardless of his previous suspicions, the others didn't pay much attention to him.

I don't know how many days I have had when I turned the lights on and off.

One day, the uncles and aunts finally spoke, and promised to let Seventy-One go out to contribute to Castle Del Panic.