That night.
Phoebe was lying on the bed. When she first knew her period, her mother was obviously delighted: "You grew up Phoebe!"
But soon, after seeing Phoebe's pale face and blood stains on his body, this joy turned into a wry smile: "But it doesn't seem to be a good thing for girls to grow up here."
Phoebe was lying motionless on the bed like a corpse. She covered her lower abdomen with her eyes empty, and said angrily: "When I pray tonight, I can curse all the gods who make women bleed during their menstrual period. Hell?"
Her mother laughed: "Of course it can."
"Phoebe." Her mother was lying next to her, looking at her pale face, and asked her distressedly, "Why do you want to be the heir to the Hinchimani family?"
"This is not a suitable place for you to grow up. If you have the ability to leave now, you can..."
"Is there a place in this world suitable for me to grow up?" Phoebe asked in an ordinary tone, "Or, it is suitable for me to have the surname of Sinchmani, where my father will not find and grow up?"
Her mother was silent.
"Nothing is normal." Phoebe was calm, "Then I will get the Hinchimani family and turn it into a place suitable for my survival."
"If there is not enough freedom here, I will become its master and make it free."
Phoebe turned to look at her dazed mother: "You don't need to pray to the gods at that time, you just need to tell me what you want, and you will have it."
"If you want to become a bird, I can make them an artificial bone robot, so that you can really fly in the sky like a bird."
"If you want to leave Sinchmani forever, I promise you will never see the Sinchmani family again. If you want Sinchmani to disappear, then it will disappear."
"Mom." Phoebe looked at her, her face was a little pale, but her tone was normal and determined, "Only being strong is the real freedom in this world."
"The weak have no freedom."
Her mother said nothing for a long time, and then she asked Phoebe softly with tears: "Perhaps you are right, Phoebe."
"... You remind me of a person, a friend of mine, who helped me a lot, but since I came here, it has been a long time since I saw him. I miss that child very much."
"I want to take you to meet him."
"I'm fine lately, but you have to go out with me. Father's test is not easy." Phoebe thought slightly, "Wait until Daniel's seventeenth birthday. He will take over part of the family affairs to experience, and my father will follow. To investigate Daniel, we need to go out for at least a month, and we can take advantage of that time to go out."
Soon after, Daniel's seventeenth birthday arrived.
The children of the Sinchmani family do not celebrate their birthdays until they reach adulthood. The first birthday they will be widely celebrated is the coming-of-age ceremony, which means that they have survived the fight to reach adulthood.
And to start killing.
On the day of adulthood, the children of the Sinchmani family have to take their own guns and go to the private prison of the Sinchmani house. One of the prisoners to be held may be a person who has betrayed the family, or another family will be imprisoned. Those who came in fired the first shot of their turbulent life on this prisoner, and killed the first enemy of the Sinchmani family with their own hands. This is a very representative ceremony, which means that you are a member of this family from now on. Member, born to kill people who are hostile to this family and who betrayed this family.
It stands to reason that before they reach adulthood, they will not receive a trial task.
But before, Phoebe meant to train Daniel on the shooting platform, so Daniel got off the shooting platform and was carried by her father to carry out various tasks. Under the leadership of his father, Daniel completed all these tasks. Very good, so this time, Daniel will go out for a trial mission alone this time. His father will only monitor from start to finish, and will not intervene or help. This means that Daniel will officially become the second in command of the Sinchmani family.
Before leaving, Phoebe stood at the corner of the stairs on the third floor and looked at Daniel in front of her.
Daniel grew very fast, only a few months later, he raised his head again. The soft blond curly hair looked so out of place in his hand. His apple green eyes were as cold as cocktail ice cubes. He had a gun on his waist and his right hand wrapped around him. Wearing a bandage, when he passed Phoebe's shoulder, he could smell a bloody smell, and an extreme and twisted desire to kill came to his face.
It is hard to imagine that four years ago, he was a little boy who would hide in the bathroom and cry in tears after shooting.
"Before you leave, you still have the mind to train." Phoebe said flatly, "Don't leave any strength to save your life?"
"Oh?" Daniel looked back casually, and his apple green eyes glanced at Phoebe playfully. "I'm not dead, do you care? Future Patriarch?"
Phoebe squinted and swept the unwashed oil paint on Daniel's face. This person is getting crazy. He will paint various clown masks for himself before he leaves the mission, although his intention is to disguise himself and prevent outsiders from seeing it. Face, but the choice of this is also exaggerated, which in itself shows some problems.
"I know that in the last mission, the servant your mother left for you betrayed you and was shot to death by you." Phoebe paused, "But I left your life on the shooting stand because I hope you Become second in command, not a madman."
"You can do it yourself."
"I'm the second-in-command?" Daniel's nervous smile came from behind her, "Be careful, Patriarch, I might also have blood from my mother's side called betrayal in my bones."
"Really?" Phoebe was unmoved, she shrugged, and replied indifferently, "No matter what, this blood is cleaner than the blood of the Sinchmani family?"
On the night Daniel left, Phoebe used her own power to send her and her mother out of the Sinchmani family. After a few rounds of ferrying, Phoebe and them boarded the island in the sky.
That was the first time Phoebe saw Hearts.
This man wore a graceful robe with interlaced red and black stripes, with long hair hanging down, and a dark red long tassel earring on his right ear. He leaned languidly on the sofa, turning his head to look at the rain outside the island, his purple eyes were half. He seemed to be in a trance. In the lingering candlelight, the moles of tears under her eyes were looming, and there was a kind of beauty that could not tell the gender.
To be honest, this is the first time Phoebe has seen such a beautiful human being.
But she didn't like hearts.
"You look weak." Phoebe looked at Heart and raised an eyebrow. "Is the person who gave my mother faith a weak person?"
Phoebe's mother turned her head incredulously: "Phoebe!"
"I'm weak?" Heart turned his head to look at Phoebe, he smiled, "Where am I weak? Appearance? I look fragile?"
"No." Phoebe looked straight into the eyes of Hearts. "My mother knelt on my bed every night and prayed to leave the place where she was trapped. Why don't you have such a belief?"
"Why don't you dare to leave this island that traps you? What are you missing on this island?"
The smile on Hongtao's face gradually disappeared, he looked at Phoebe's green eyes, and Phoebe looked at him impartially.
"I can..." Hongtao turned to look at Phoebe's mother who was a little startled, and smiled slightly, "Shall we talk to her alone?"
After Phoebe's mother left.
"You cherish your mother very much. In order to protect her, you sent her to see me. You are kind to her." Heart paused, "What if one day, she leaves you?"
"Why is she leaving me?" Phoebe asked back.
"She is dead." Heart said softly.
"What made her die?" Phoebe asked.
"Illness, this island, her beliefs, many people." Hongtao replied, "People are very fragile and die easily."
"If it is a disease, I will heal, if it is an island, I will blow it up, if it is faith, I will let her change." Phoebe raised her head proudly, her eyes were as strong as ever, "What made her die? I will destroy anything."
"... If..." Hongtao raised his head, there were many emotions in his purple eyes, and his tone was as soft as the rain outside the island, "Is it herself?"
"What if she doesn't want to live anymore?"
Sudden illness, every decline on time, the final farewell already accepted, and the prepared last words are like a dance drama that she has rehearsed countless times before him.
Hongtao repeated the sentence very lightly: "If it's herself, would she choose to die?"
Phoebe was choked, and she got stuck rarely.
When she was off the island that day, Phoebe didn’t give the answer to this question. She was sent off the island by hearts. She looked back at the big robe standing on the edge of the island in the stormy sky and was blown to hunt by the wind. The ringing man, Hongtao's eyes traversed the wind and rain in the dark night, fell on them who were boarding the boat for a moment, and then moved away.
It seems that he is also looking forward to finding an answer from her.
After returning that day, her mother told her about Hearts, but at last she just sighed: "I know Heart's mother, that's a very good person, but..."
"Not everyone can survive like that."
Then you Phoebe wanted to ask this question, but she didn't ask it in the end because she didn't know the answer to the question, so she would be satisfied only after hearing it.
Soon, the question behind Phoebe's forgotten head appeared in front of her and her mother in an unexpectedly sharp form.
Daniel disappeared during the trial mission. His father caught fire and almost mobilized the power of the entire family, but he never found any trace of Daniel. After cleaning the suspicious enemy's house outside, she was too suspicious. His father quickly pointed the finger at the people in the family.
In fact, the incident of Daniel's disappearance is of little importance to her father. The important thing is that someone dares to touch his people in front of him, disobey his wishes and get out of his control.
In the rounds of family cleaning, Phoebe and her mother had left the family during Daniel's trial, and they were quickly confessed by the servants who could not stand the torture.
No one can do things in front of her father that her father does not allow and does not know, including her heir.
Phoebe is accustomed to being thrown into prison and tortured. His father would discipline her like this when she sometimes responded and behaved unsatisfactorily. This is not unique to her. Daniel, or every child in the family enters. Go through private prison.
But the difference this time is that her mother also came in.
Before being arrested, Phoebe repeatedly warned her mother that the private prisoners would put her on a polygraph. As long as she tells the truth, they will not sentence her to the Sinchmani family and treat her honestly. People, this is a tradition in her family.
So Phoebe knew that as long as she confessed honestly, she would be able to leave this dirty prison for at most a week.
She did honestly confess that she went to find Hearts. Anyway, the strange sky island of Hearts did not open the door without Hearts and no one could board it, but those people kept asking where she went. She was a little anxious subconsciously.
… This is when the confession of the accomplices is inconsistent, and only after repeated verification of the confession will she ask her the same questions repeatedly.
On the tenth day, the honest Phoebe was released from private prison, but her always foreboding was verified. She saw her dishonest mother who was scarred by punishment.
Her father sat on the oversight chair and looked at her with a deep look: "Your mother is as stupid and stupid as my former wife. She also betrayed me and refused to honestly tell me where she had been. "
"The Sinki Mani family cannot tolerate dishonest people, but she is your mother, and you are my only heir. I see you in front of you and give her one last chance."
Her father looked at her mother who was kneeling on the ground with his hands nailed to the blood-stained wooden posts: "Where did you go? Who did you meet?"
"If you tell me honestly this time, I can keep you alive."
"Honesty?" Her disheveled mother raised her head. Phoebe never thought that her always weak mother could put this expression in front of her father, with sarcasm and disdain. She was hurt all over and was laughing, "I I've told you a million times."
"What I have boarded is a free territory that a sinful person like you can never board."
"What I saw is a beautiful person you will never see."
"State the location and name." Her father's face was completely gloomy. "Your daughter has already given some information. As long as you truthfully explain how you found the place, I will let you go."
Her mother looked at her father with dim eyes, and smiled hoarsely: "You have been to that place before, and you have also met people I have met."
"But it's been almost ten years. It's normal if you don't remember it, but you have to hear from me, let me cooperate to deceive him, let him open the door for you, and let you go up to that place."
"It's impossible."
"That place was once known as the Pure Land. Now it is really a Pure Land. You don't deserve to go up and disturb his purity. Even if I die, I won't let you see my old friend again."
Her father's face was still for a while, and then raised his hand. An attendant solemnly pulled his gun from his back and placed it on her father's open palm.
Phoebe stared at the gun firmly. She was very familiar with the structure of the gun. She had used it thousands of times, but at this moment, looking at the black muzzle, she felt strange for the first time. In fear she used the tool countless times.
Her heart was beating wildly.
"You are the second wife who betrayed me." Her father adjusted the gun casually, "I believe you already know the fate of the first wife who betrayed me. I never regret killing the betrayer by myself, but In that matter, the only thing I thought was inappropriate was to alienate Daniel from me because of this incident."
"I didn't qualify him to teach him what a betrayer was when he was young, so that he didn't understand how I killed his mother. He grew up quite rebellious and moved away from me until he grew up and was betrayed. It took a lot of hardships to understand my difficulties."
"Once I was born and then I was mature again, I won't make the same educational mistakes this time."
Her father raised his head, looked at Phoebe, held out his hand firmly on her shoulder, put the gun in her palm, and said coldly: "Phoebe, as a qualified heir to the Patriarch, you know what to do Treat the betrayers?"
Phoebe's chest rises and falls rapidly in the bra that is gradually tightening because of her development. Her mother carefully modified the gap that the bra made for her day and night. In this extremely tight scene, it was not enough for her to breathe. , She clenched the gun subconsciously, her expression rarely stagnated after suffocation.
"Like you were ten," her father whispered softly, "point a gun at your mother's heart."
"It's like knocking out an apple, punch through that heart."
She looked at her mother. She smiled and looked at her as always, as if it was the test of the heir that day, and said to her with her mouth: Let's shoot.
Phoebe took two deep breaths, she slowly raised her gun, without a slight tremor in her hand, and then flipped and suppressed her father who hadn't reacted with a thunder and thunder. She pressed the muzzle against his temple with a cold expression. .
Almost instantly, all the attendants drew their guns and aimed them at Phoebe.
Her father slowly raised his hands, and the expression in his hands that had been in his hands showed a horrified crack: "What are you doing, Phoebe? Why do you dare to point a gun at me?!"
"Why didn't I dare?" Phoebe tilted her head, her expression was sweet, but her tone was cold, "When you taught me to use a gun at my mother, you should have expected that I also pointed the gun at you. Courage, my respected father."
"Let her go."
Her father froze for a moment and ordered: "Let go of her mother."
But at the same time, her father made a very faint downward gesture, and Phoebe quickly saw that this was the patron's signal, which meant to shoot.
So Phoebe first shot her father's hand without hesitation, and almost at the same time as her father screamed, the guards froze the movement of the gun.
"I said, let her go." Phoebe was about to breathe because of the bra restrained, but her tone was still calm.
"... It's really worthy of the child I taught to grow up with my own hands. There is no shortage of courage and responsiveness." Her father actually held up his bloody palm with a little admiration, his eyes staring sullenly. He said to her, "Perhaps giving you a little more time, you can really successfully seize power from me."
Phoebe felt keenly that it was not good. She saw her father took out a round object with an inverse cross logo from the inner lining. The smell of the thing made Phoebe uncomfortable for a moment and wanted to retreat.
"This is a new smuggling business launched by the family. This thing is called heresy. It has various effects that you can't imagine." Her father laughed, "For example, this one in front of you, the effect is that you shoot me. The gunshot wound will be transferred to your most important person."
"The gunshot wound on my body will be healed." Her father raised his undamaged palm and looked at her with a smile. "It's amazing, isn't it? I have carried many such heretics with me."
Phoebe's pupils shrank, and she turned to look at her mother. She knelt on the ground with her hands in her hands, bleeding all over the floor.
"It seems that I have not taught you enough." Her father suddenly held her gun, his expression and tone became gloomy and cold, "Then teach you again from today's lesson."
Her father held her gun and snapped it at himself. At the same time, a huge gunshot sounded behind Phoebe, her expression and movements were frozen, and his father squeezed her face and turned her head to look. past.
Her mother, whose heart was penetrated, fell into a pool of blood.
Phoebe tried to breathe hard, but couldn't lift it up.
Because she felt that the space in her bra that could be used for breathing disappeared.
System prompt: Detect player Phoebe’s desire, log in to the game.
When Phoebe crawled out of her first single-player game covered in blood, she began to go crazy looking for items that could heal scars in this game.
She knew that as long as she didn't log out of the game now, her mother's time would be frozen shortly after the moment she was injured. She missed the shot a little bit and didn't face her heart. Maybe there is still a rescue!
But Phoebe soon realized that in this seemingly omnipotent game that can fulfill everyone’s wishes, there are no items that can be cured. Players cannot get items that can restore health, and she can’t find items that can instantly heal gunshot wounds. Props.
Phoebe randomly chose a coordinate and logged out of the game in a daze.
Fortunately, her mother did not die.
After sending them off the island, Hongtao has been sending people to follow them. After things changed, Hongtao realized that it was wrong and quickly sent someone from his own guild, or the player tried his best to sneak into the Sinchmani family. Her mother, who was shot, took it out and took it to the island to take care of her closely.
Phoebe saw his unconscious mother on the island.
"I use a lot of props to maintain her vital signs." Red Tao sat next to Phoebe who said nothing, and said after a while, "But there are no healing props in the game, and there is only so much I can do. NS."
"Feel sorry."
"I fired this shot. I also caused her current situation." Phoebe said in a flat tone, "Sorry it's not your turn to say it."
The two of them fell silent without a word.
"When we rescued her, she hadn't fallen into a drowsiness, but her consciousness was a little fuzzy." Heart paused and said softly, "Her last words are for you."
"She said, Phoebe, you are right, only the strong can have freedom. The weak like her can only pray and struggle wherever they go in this world, on or off the island, and they are not worthy of freedom."
"She is alive. For you, she may just be a burden of the weak to the strong."
Phoebe's hands on his knees clenched.
not like this! !
I am weak to you now! I can't do anything!
Hongtao got up and left. Phoebe stood alone by her mother's bed for a long time. Then she looked at the moonlight outside the window for a while, then put her hands together and knelt down slowly.
"God." She closed her eyes, chanting in a hoarse voice, and her posture was extremely religious, just as her mother had awkwardly corrected her before, "If you really exist, I will pray to you religiously."
"I hope she survives."
"Did you know?" a player whispered, "The little player witch who has recently made a splash on the rookie list has a healing skill!"
"Wow, the treatment department?! The major guilds can't rob her crazy?!"
"Yes, the Kings Guild has smashed more than one million charging points, and she has not been seen to join, and her treatment conditions are harsh, and she never treats players easily, but she may not be able to pull in front of her, it depends on the mood. Healing, sometimes heal more than a dozen players at a time, sometimes no one at a time, and she not only heals, but also poisons people, sometimes you ask for treatment to offend her, and you will be poisoned directly."
"It would be dangerous to find her."
"Yeah, the big guilds are all deflated, and we low-level players should just watch the excitement."
The chattering player passed by Phoebe, and she stared at the player in front of the entrance, who was covered in black robe, that was the little witch.
The warning of Hearts is still in her ears. The little witch is a very dangerous player. You just enter the game, follow the guild to brush up your books, and leave the matter of subduing the little witch to the guild.
Don't get close to the little witch, she only hits a dangerous big ben of more than fifty people, and you follow up to give the head away.
Her mother has become weak to a very dangerous limit.
With so many tools in use, it shouldn't have been weakened so quickly, but her mother seemed to have lost her will to survive and quickly decayed. Every time she approached, she could feel her breathing weakening.
Phoebe finally had to face the question that Hearts posed to her. If she chose to die, what would you do
She also gave the answer that she could do nothing and could not do anything.
But she couldn't just sit there and wait for death at least to get close to the little witch to gamble once, which was Phoebe's idea.
She is a novice player who has been in the game for less than a week, so she followed the high-play little witch on the novice list to enter the most difficult dungeon in the small TV zone with more than 50 players.
Then he was unsurprisingly abused.
Phoebe also didn't know what kind of obsession he relied on, dragging the body that was almost corroded by the monsters, stubbornly propped on the ground with both hands, and jumped briskly towards the one standing on the ground, spraying poison everywhere to dispel the corrosion. The monster witch approached.
The mist of the poison and the gloomy black gas of the monster mixed together, and rushed towards Phoebe's face. She stared at the twisted black mist in a daze, and almost saw the dark night representing death descending in front of her.
She seemed to see the chaotic blood in the private prison that night.
… Is this her ending
She had never lost since she was born, ignorantly thinking that she was a strong man in the world, but in this world she was as fragile as an ant, and she could no longer get the freedom she wanted.
The black mist was blown by the shaking cloak, the monster was dispelled by the poison, and the forest fell into dim light.
Phoebe suddenly raised her head and looked at the person standing barefoot in front of her. The little witch in the cloak lifted a corner, revealing a pair of gray eyes. She seemed to "look" in the direction of Phoebe, and stretched out her palm. The white bottle was handed to her: "Here, here you are, the antidote."
The miracle of this world came before her in the most bizarre way.
It was an invisible guy who gave her light.
She clenched tightly the antidote that the other party had handed her, and tried to sit up with her body, but couldn't sit up, and thanked her somewhat jerkily: "Thank you."
Phoebe stayed quiet for a while, and asked weakly, "Why give me the antidote?"
"Because you are too persistent." The little witch squatted down and "looked" at her curiously. "Others who want to talk to me see that I have been poisoning me and not giving antidote. They have already scolded me for running away. The multiple injuries are all following me, and you are a girl again."
The little witch shrugged: "I am more gentle with girls than with dogs and men, so I'll give it to you, here, use it."
"I don't need it." Phoebe shook his head lightly and refused, "I want to take it out and give it to others."
"Huh?" The little witch said in a puzzled voice, "but my antidote can't bring out the game."
Phoebe: "..."
The little witch panicked slightly: "Hey! Don't cry! I can think of a way!"
"... That's it..." After clearing the monsters on the map, after the game was over, the little witch and Phoebe did not log out of the game. The little witch sat on the edge of the game cliff, thoughtfully, "You are going to bring For your mother, I think about it, there should be a trick."
"Ah yes."
The little witch suddenly realized that he gave a high-five: "I know that the skills of the gambler's guild president Charles can be stored and brought out for use. He has also been wooing me recently and asked him to use his skills to save a bottle of antidote for me, and you can take it out. used."
Phoebe had a meal.
Rumor has it that the little witch’s intelligence panel is ninety, and it doesn’t seem to be fake. She almost thought of Charles’ skills at the same time as the little witch.
but…
"Why are you helping me?" Phoebe asked softly, "I'm just a weak person who is useless to you."
"Is it because of sympathy?"
The little witch replied with a little hesitation: "You just pretended to cry to win my sympathy. Why do you care so much now that I help you out of sympathy?"
Phoebe: "..."
Was seen out.
Indeed, just now when she heard the little witch said that she would be more gentle with girls, she quickly pretended to cry and sell her miserably. She felt that the other party might eat this set, but she didn't expect to be spotted.
But after seeing it, he still ate this set, which made Phoebe even more puzzled.
"You just said that your mother chose to die because she felt that she was the weak and was your drag." The little witch held her jaw and changed the subject one by one. "The weak have no freedom. This is very strangeness."
"What's so strange about this?" Phoebe asked back, "Only the strong can have freedom. Isn't it the iron law of this world?"
"Even in the game, only the strong can have more."
"Now you are also a weak person before me." The little witch shook the antidote in her hand. "Where did the antidote you got from me, or the freedom to save your mother, come from?"
Phoebe paused: "My freedom comes from your protection."
"The freedom of the weak comes from the charity of the strong."
"No." The little witch retorted her calmly, "I didn't help you because of charity or blessing you. It was your belief that moved me."
"The kind of persistence and belief that I can definitely get the antidote from my hands touched me. I know that as long as you don’t die, you will always follow me, knowing that I will give you the antidote. If I don’t give it to you now, There is a high probability that you will be annoyed to death in the future, so I will give it to you."
Phoebe was startled.
"The source of freedom for the weak is faith. As long as they believe that the things that imprison them will one day be defeated by themselves, the weak will also have freedom." The little witch's robe floated in the wind on the cliff, and her voice followed the wind from under her hood. Floating, "I used to be a weak person who was oppressed, but I also protected other people in a difficult situation. You are also a weak person now. You are also working hard to protect what you want to protect. We all have this freedom."
"It's not because you are strong that you have freedom, but because you yearn for freedom, the weak become strong."
Phoebe got the medicine, and on the night her mother woke up, she knelt alone in front of her bed and prayed devoutly:
"God." She said softly, "Since I was born, I have only seen hell and never seen heaven."
"If there really is such a beautiful place as heaven in this world."
"Then please let the little witch go to heaven."
The author has something to say: come