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Fern, with short blond hair, punched a thin black classmate to the ground.
Seeing the ugly black man tearing up in fear, Fern laughed heartily: "Hahaha! Nigga! Shit! You son of a bitch! Get out of here early! Don't let me be in class again I saw you, or I will kill you when I turn around!"
Fern's ferocious threat and ferocious face made the black man who fell on the ground terrified, and could only curl up on the ground and tremble.
"Let, let me go... please, woo woo!"
Seeing the ugliness of this nigga dripping with tears, Fern became even more disgusted for a moment.
"Get out!" Fern kicked over again, causing the black man on the ground to roll over and hit the locker next to him heavily.
The black man finally raised his head sobbing, revealing his half-rotten face.
Maggots crawled out from the gaps in the flesh of his rotten left face, and his right face was also rotten, revealing a row of pale teeth and blood-red muscles. Only the pair of dark eyes remained intact on the whole rotten face. He stared straight at Fern with a fierce face.
"But... haven't you already killed me..." The black man whispered hoarsely, his broken breath sounded like the whisper of a demon.
Looking at the face that was enough to inspire the deepest fear in human beings, Fern felt his whole body trembling with cold.
He was trembling all over, and every strand of hair from the soles of his feet to the top of his head was clamoring for the arrival of danger.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie—yes, Fern, haven't you already killed him?" A deep and terrifying voice came from behind Fern.
He couldn't restrain the fear in his heart, his light brown eyes trembled, and he looked behind him.
A scorched face appeared in front of Fern's eyes, with two dark eye sockets facing his eyes, showing him a weird smile.
ah ah! ! !
Fern sat up from the bed, sweating profusely, panting heavily in shock.
It must be the devil... Maurice... is back with a vengeance!]
— from "Nightmare"
Lord God World
[A-level sci-fi world "Fatal Infection" has left the detection network! Capture failed!]
The Lord God looked at the red warning sign in the database, and the huge data system began to run at high speed, trying to calculate a solution.
Another small world broke away from the detection network, and its data link could not contain the departure of these worlds, but it managed to discover a weird variable that caused these worlds to leave.
[Execute the anti-jamming program—the program has been executed]
[Check again—the variable has disappeared]
The Lord God checked the program again, and after confirming that the variables had disappeared, he assigned more tasks to the reincarnations.
Recently, with the separation of these higher-level mysterious small worlds, some ordinary small worlds have also left the control of the main god.
This made the main god, who was used to controlling the overall situation, a little anxious, and deeply felt what it meant to be overwhelmed.
Just as the main god was assigning more tasks to make up for the loss and capture more information about the small world, an order from a person with the highest authority was conveyed to the central system of the main god.
The light screen unfolded, and the supreme leader of the Federation—a blond middle-aged man appeared on the screen.
"Lord God, send over the latest colonization progress data."
After the Lord God quickly sent the data, the blond middle-aged man looked at the data form and frowned.
Now is the most critical time for the cabinet election, and he doesn't want to give the public an impression of incompetence because of these statistics.
"Lord God, set the data with the highest authority, and no one is allowed to view it except me, and further open up the item levels of the reincarnated people, so that they can speed up their progress—also, expand the source of reincarnated people, and can no longer be limited to death row prisoners..."
The originally soft eyes of the middle-aged blond man were icy cold.
[Command has been executed]
The Lord God quickly carried out the order.
Quack-quack!
The crows outside the window were screaming non-stop, as if foreshadowing some misfortune.
Winter mornings always make people feel bad, especially today, when the dark clouds cover the whole town, and the warm sun doesn't penetrate at all.
"This damn weather, huh, can't it make me feel comfortable for a day! God shit!" A sloppy middle-aged man opened the curtains of his bedroom and cursed after seeing the gloomy weather today.
"Bastard! Get up quickly and make me breakfast!"
The middle-aged man walked out of the bedroom, and after seeing the empty dining table, he showed an angry face, turned around and knocked on the door of the second bedroom next to him.
bang bang bang! ! !
"Don't come out to cook! I raised you bastard for nothing! You were born by a bitch!" The man cursed at the people in the room with increasingly dirty words, and knocked on the door so that it shook.
Inside the door, the black-haired boy slowly put on his school uniform jacket.
His face was an almost transparent pale, almost bloodless.
This is a small but neat bedroom.
There are a few cheap comic book posters on the walls, covering up the faded old wallpaper.
Next to the wall is a semi-new single bed, and the thin quilt is neatly stacked on the bed, making the old sheets and pillows much more pleasing to the eye.
There is also a study desk in the small room, and the books, paper and pens are placed neatly, so that even the most picky obsessive-compulsive disorder patients can't find a single fault.
On the right side of the room is a glass window, half-covered by curtains, revealing the bad weather conditions today.
The boy tidied up the curled hair on the top of his head and the broken hair scattered on his forehead, then picked up the schoolbag at the foot of the bed, and walked towards the door that was knocked overwhelmed.
When passing by the desk, the teenager's emerald green eyes paused for a moment, looking at the letter that was written last night.
The envelope was folded nicely without a single crease on the surface.
Crack—the door opened.
The middle-aged man grabbed the young man who walked out of the room by the collar, and asked viciously, "You little bastard! I've been knocking on the door for so long, why didn't I open it!"
The young man looked at the man silently, and was almost dragged off the ground by the man full of anger due to his thin body.
The man looked at the silent young man, and his anger grew a little bit. Those deep green eyes stared at him so hard that his heart felt cold.
The man scolded for a long time, but the boy still remained silent, as if he was deaf, or could not understand his curse.
In the end, the man was so angry that he pushed him hard, and angrily said: "Hurry up and cook for me! Damn it! If the priest hadn't asked you bastards with no hair to grow to go to school, I would have sold you out Do hard work for old Kerry, it's better than you living and living for free all the time!"
The boy was pushed against the door frame, coughing endlessly from the merciless push.
This body is very weak and cannot resist him for the time being.
This idea suddenly flashed in the boy's mind, and there was still no trace of fear in his eyes that were as clear and deep as lake water.
He should have been afraid, just like in the past ten years, he was full of fear of this man named father, and he didn't dare to resist any orders from him.
But it's strange, since he was beaten up by the school bully a month ago and passed out, when he woke up again, he seemed to have changed a lot, he was no longer afraid of many things, and he became more rational. The perspective of things has changed, and I can even feel that many of my previous ideas were naive, or incorrect.
And, the strangest change is - he obviously has all the memories of the past, but he feels inexplicably that the him in the past is not him.
But who could he be
He is indeed an ordinary high school student named Zhou Yu.
The sky was very dark, but fortunately, there was no intention of rain. Zhou Yu skillfully heated the milk and bread, and fried a sun-dried egg according to the man's order.
Because the man hated him—the son of the woman who abandoned him, Zhou Yu was not allowed to eat at the dining table. He could only take a few slices of bread for breakfast, and then hurried out of the room.
It was almost time for class, and the postman just happened to pass by the door.
Zhou Yu walked up quickly and handed out the letter in his pocket.
Tom, the postman with a long beard, shook his head regretfully at the delicate-faced and thin mixed-race boy in front of him, and said, "Oh, dear Zhou, I've told you a long time ago that your letter cannot be delivered anywhere. Yes, the address is wrong, it has been returned several times... don't send it again, I won't accept it again, no, this has just been returned."
Postman Tom produced a bundle of envelopes from the mail van, five or six of them neatly tied together with a rubber band.
"... I see, thank you." Zhou Yu looked at the envelope in his hand in a daze, his emerald green eyes were like a lake where countless stones had been thrown into it, causing ripples.
These five or six letters returned to his hands, just as they were when they were sent out, without a single crease on the yellowed letter paper.
And in the position of the recipient, is the name he once traced stroke by stroke—Maurice Samuel
Putting the envelope back into his schoolbag, Zhou Yu lowered his head and walked forward, letting his long-untrimmed thick black hair cover his face.
Maurice was his best friend, but he had moved to the next town a fortnight ago and hadn't been heard from since.
Maybe this good friend is just what he thinks he is!
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu's beautiful green eyes were empty.
A month ago, he was bullied and thought about suicide, and the idea was so strong that he almost wanted to act.
After that fainting, he understood why he wanted to commit suicide.
He suffered from a serious mental illness—depression, and maybe something else, because in his memory, he always felt that everyone in this small town wanted to hurt him, and he was so scared that he couldn't help it. Dare to go out.
It was Maurice who saved him.
Zhou Yu recalled Morris' blue pupils and the cheerful smile he often wore on his face.
Maurice is a very cheerful person.
Being tall, he likes to help the weak - such as himself who was once isolated by the whole class and other low-level students who were bullied.
The fainting a month ago was also thanks to the help of Morris, so he was sent to the infirmary for treatment in time.
After waking up that time, he felt that Morris had a very reassuring and familiar feeling, as if as long as Morris stayed by his side, he would not be afraid of any danger.
Therefore, even though he was no longer afraid of those school bullies who bullied him, he still stuck to Morris.
And Morris didn't refuse his approach like keeping a distance from others.
In just two weeks, the relationship between the two has grown by leaps and bounds, so good that they can almost wear the same pair of pants.
It was precisely because of this that Zhou Yu thought that they were already each other's most important good brothers.
But this was not the case. Morris moved away suddenly, had a fight with him before leaving, and gave him a false address.
He sent so many letters, none of them were received.
ring bell—
When the preparatory bell rang, Zhou Yu quickened his pace and entered the school.
Walking to his locker, Zhou Yu stopped in his tracks.
The originally tidy locker was covered with dirty curses and swearing, and everything was the same as it was a month ago.
"Short Zhou! Hahaha, it's so funny to see your dead face!" A sharp mocking voice came.
Zhou Yu looked to the side indifferently, and it was indeed the school bully Paul Nayat with well-developed limbs and simple mind.
"Without that idiot Morris, I don't think you have any arrogant capital!" Paul, who was tall and strong, twisted his wrist with a ferocious face, and raised his fist the size of a sandbag.
It's just that there is a little unconscious fear in his eyes, and the circles around his eyes are also a little dark.
That's right, Morris has been taken away by the gods, and the devil is no longer there. That's right, the dream last night was just a dream!
Paul looked at the thin Asian mixed race in front of him with stern eyes.
As long as this former follower of Morris is beaten up, he can dissipate those fears that he shouldn't have.
Paul believed so.