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Chapter 50 The Fourth Hotel
Xiang Ya's smile froze on her face, and her brain instantly felt flushed by a high-pressure water gun, accompanied by the pain of tearing her brain apart. At that moment, she forgot everythingโโ
In Zhang Fanyu's words, the purpose of her coming here, and even her own name was lost...
Xiang Ya's clear eyes became dull, and she followed the people in front of her who were in a similar state to her. Several people formed a small team and slowly entered the vast space.
"Xiang Ya, I heard that you are an orphan, are your parents dead?"
"Xiang Ya, why don't you speak, the teacher is asking you!"
"Xiang Ya, why did you run out of the pool in the middle of the night, are you going to see those things again!"
"You are mentally ill, go away! The dean's mother said that you are not mentally normal, and we won't play with you..."
"Xiangya..."
"Xiangya..."
The memories she never had in her mind kept echoing, Xiang Ya stared at the phantoms that appeared one by one in front of her eyes.
They stood in the yard, all looking at her with disgust, the stones in their hands fell on her from time to time, and someone rushed over to push her down.
The head was smashed and bleeding, and the pain made people crouch.
'Why are you hitting me? What did i do wrong? โ Xiangya held his head, and stared straight at his peers between his blocked arms.
It's like asking them, and it's like asking yourself.
But no one gave an answer, and the people who besieged her were finally pulled away by the adults who came.
"monster."
That was the answer the group left behind when they left.
Xiangya remained in a curled position, lying on the grass, blood from her forehead flowing into the corners of her eyes, which looked like her eyes were weeping blood.
"Tap, Tap"
A pair of shiny leather shoes stopped in front of her head.
The toe of the shoe gently pressed against the soft flesh of her cheek, creating a deep pit.
The man seemed to think that her dying appearance was annoying, so he squatted down, grabbed her hair, and pointed her face at him.
The blood-drinking eyeballs turned slightly, and looked at the unfamiliar man in front of him with a plain-looking but attractive temperament.
"Your name is Xiang Ya, right? Get out of here with me."
"I can make you prove you're not a monster."
Xiang Ya said softly, "Who are you?"
The man raised the corner of his mouth, and the ordinary facial features had a hint of indescribable evil in his smile.
"I'm Gui Chi."
"Your new adoptive father."
...
Xiang Ya woke up from a cloudy dream. She seemed to dream of a very important person, so important that it was a memory sealed deep in her consciousness. She finally got a glimpse of it, but the memory shrank back after waking up from the dream.
She couldn't remember anything, her head was so painful that she wanted to explode, her eyes unconsciously looked around.
Dozens of old men stood around her, they gathered together, and Xiang Ya stood in the center.
The old man beside her was not as reactive as she was, but she had lost all sanity, and the whites of her eyes had filled up her sockets.
Xiang Ya caught a glimpse of a few familiar faces, and subconsciously read out the names: "Grandma Chen on the third floor, Uncle Zhao on the fifth floor in the general ward, Grandpa Huang in the middle ward on the eighth floor..."
"Who are they?" Xiang Ya covered his head in pain, raised his hand and saw his swollen wrist.
Silver needles as thick as toothpicks protruded from the black bracelet, all piercing into her wrist, and locked tightly like sucking blood.
The pain in her head made her ignore the pain in her wrist.
But she couldn't pull out the silver needle, shaking her hand, the black bracelet sucked her even more painful.
"What the hell is this!" Xiang Ya was extremely irritable due to the headache.
She gave up on pulling out the bracelet and beat her head as she slowly walked across the quiet crowd.
Xiang Ya couldn't figure out why she appeared in a huge space, and her past memories had disappeared at this moment, so she kept walking instinctively and vigilantly.
There are dense white lights all around, shining brightly inside the space.
The ground is a transparent mirror, which reflects the white light above the head, and also reflects the abnormal faces of the old people. It looks like someone is hiding under her feet and staring at her motionlessly.
Xiang Ya frowned tightly, and she finally crossed the front row of the crowd.
But everything in front of her was so familiar that she subconsciously paused.
In the center of this blindingly bright place, there is a circular altar in front of everyone.
On the opposite side of the altar from Xiang Ya, a column stands on the center line, with a pointed mouth protruding from the column body, and a silver-white liquid substance drips from the pointed mouth, slowly flowing into the altar with strange lines.
"Altar, Zhu Qing, Wang Wenxiu..."
Xiang Ya didn't move forward, her head hurt more and more, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Who are they?! Why did I say these names!" Xiang Ya's voice was completely irritable.
"Hey, sober so soon?"
A cold male voice suddenly sounded behind Xiang Ya.
Xiang Ya didn't look back, but out of physical instinct, he clenched his right hand covering his head tightly, and before the man could react, he turned around and punched his temple quickly and precisely.
A flash of astonishment flashed in the man's eyes, his black-rimmed glasses flew to the ground, and a few bangs that had been fixed with hairspray fell off.
He took a few steps back and slowly got up from the crooked body. Chi Mingjun licked the corner of his bleeding mouth, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Xiang Ya with a little playfulness.
"Who are you?" Xiang Ya shook his fist, feeling a numb feeling that his muscles could not adapt to the intensity.
Chi Mingjun pulled the corners of his mouth, raised his brows, and put on an evil smile on his ordinary face.
Xiang Ya felt that this scene was very familiar, as if she had seen it not long ago, she tried hard to recall, but her head hurt more and more.
"Poor bedbug, it's disgusting to forget to violate me, tsk."
"But it doesn't matter, I will torture you one by one to remind you of me slowly."
The corners of Chi Mingjun's mouth became wider and wider, and his eyes were mad and sinister.
As soon as the words fell, the man flashed behind Xiang Ya, his hand had already touched Xiang Ya's hair, he even imagined the girl tearing and rolling in pain after tearing her hair off.
Before the smile fell, the shadow of the knife that could not be seen swept across his belly, and the blood splashed onto Xiang Ya's clothes.
Xiang Ya didn't know when to hold the short knife, the eyeball bulged a little because of the pain, and red blood spots appeared at the end of the eyeball.
The upper knuckles of her fingers were slightly lifted due to the strong force, but the pain was so extreme that she became excited instead.
The excitement and indifference in his eyes alternated.
Finally stopped, mixed into a deep, unintelligible stare.
Chi Mingjun clutched his stomach, and now he was completely stunned in place.
"Impossible, how can you be faster than me, the breath is the same..."
"You are one of our kind!"
Xiang Ya didn't care about these two strange words, and spoke to himself.
"I'm a bed bug? Then what are you?" The short knife stabbed into his neck silently, and pulled it out with a "puchi", blood filling Xiangya's pale face.
Chi Mingjun "hehe" gasped, 'When did she come behind me? ! โ
He had no power to fight back, and his tall body was half paralyzed in Xiangya's shackles, twitching constantly.
From the wound where the blood was flowing, a gray-black mist-like breath gushed out.
Behind the two colors of gray fog and blood black is an extremely indifferent face.
Xiang Ya's eyeballs slowly turned down to the right, and he said with a blank face, "Is it food for bed bugs?"
...
On the other side, the supervision room.
The managers who originally surrounded Zhu Jia and Mo Xinxin's screen slowly gathered towards Xiang Ya. So far, the new area she and Zhu Jia explored is the most eye-catching.
But when everyone's eyes followed her to the corner of the basement, the blazing white light also washed away the manager's memory.
Their impression of the buds dropped to zero.
Even if a group of people saw Chi Mingjun's appearance and Xiang Ya's obviously strange appearance, everyone fell into a state of absent-mindedness, completely ignoring the developments on the screen.
Only a few managers are not affected.
Tao Baiwen's handsome face showed unprecedented solemnity, he stopped the rest of the managers who were about to report to the Security Service, and sealed the entire supervision room.
He quickly contacted Yan Li.
"Yan Li, who is Xiang Ya?! She is also a bastard?! Does Shi Lai know about this?"
Yan Li stood on the top of the mountain, and the night wind made her hair flutter, and the wound on her body hurt even more.
She put on unilateral earplugs and stared at the man in the black suit opposite, who was almost at one with the night.
"You are a ghost, and little cutie can't be a ghost!" Yan Li's body was weak but his voice was strong.
The man opposite heard her words, smiled, took out the neatly stacked white towels from the front towel pocket, and slowly wiped the blood between his fingers and palms.
"Yan Li, I haven't seen you for so long, and I'm still so manic when I treat my acquaintances."
I don't know if the acquaintance in the words refers to Tao Baiwen or himself.
"It was Tao Baiwen who was talking to you. He was a young boy back then, but now he's ranked fifth in points. Ah, the years are really unforgiving..."
Yan Li didn't speak, she stared coldly at Gui Chi who finally showed up.
"Gui Chi, how dare you come back?"
Gui Chi lowered the hand holding the white towel, and suddenly let go, the white towel floated to the ground, and drifted along the path of the wind to an unknown distance.
With his left arm across his chest, his right hand resting on his chin, he tilted his head slightly 'thoughtfully'.
"Maybe, I want to see my adopted daughter."
After saying that, he smiled happily.
"Yan Li, how did you protect her so well, I almost couldn't find Ya Ya."
"As a father, how sad I am, can you imagine?"
He smiled slowly and almost sighed: "I'm so sad, I want to kill the person who hid her..."
Yan Li was attentive, ready to fight back.
Gui Chi's figure gradually drifted away in the direction of the wind, and his voice was long:
"Don't worry, the good show is yet to come."
"I will welcome my old friend, my daughter, in the most perfect manner."
The author says:
Chi Mingjun: Come, watch me prepare to bking.
Xiangya: Cut through with a knife.
Chi Mingjun: ... (You demolish me one by two!)
Mo Xinxin tried her best to find Yazhong, and looked up blankly.