The First Time
Deep inside the dark classroom,
The only area illuminated by the flashlight.
The light illuminated the class monitor and vice-monitor of Class 5, Senior High, who were also the first friends Luo Di had made since childhood.
The investigator's combat uniform worn by the squad leader seemed to fit him more closely than before.
She was still holding her newly acquired "spoils" in her right hand, showing them off to the person in front of her with the same smile as always, and even gently poking the spoils with her finger.
"Look, Xiao Gao is free now. He no longer needs to memorize so many texts every day, no longer needs to worry about getting into a good school, and no longer needs to think about trivial matters related to the corner."
Look how happy he is!
Sharp fingernails cut open Xiao Gao's mouth, forming a so-called smiling face, and even helped to straighten Xiao Gao's glasses.
Suddenly,
Buzz!
The sound of a blade slicing through the air rang out.
The one-armed Luo Di suddenly swung his knife, slashing straight at the arm of the squad leader who was holding his head.
Both speed and power were at their maximum, exactly the same as their previous performance on the Athletics Field.
Such a strike missed its mark.
The squad leader was gone; all that remained was the headless body lying on the ground, a body that had become much stronger than before after nearly a year of extra push-up training.
Snap~ Snap~
Lighthearted applause came from the direction of the podium, and Luo Di immediately moved his flashlight and shone it in that direction.
The class monitor had already stood on the podium, just like he usually led the students in reading the text aloud.
Unlike usual, there was a smiling head of Xiao Gao on the lectern, and Pseudo-Human corpse spread out in a star shape on the blackboard behind him.
"Luo, this is an extra evening study session. Hurry back to your seat. Just because you got first place in Physical Education Class doesn't mean you can have special privileges."
If you violate the rules, as the class monitor, I will give you the appropriate punishment.
Luo Di simply stood in the back row, unmoved, staring at the class monitor on the podium.
"So you're planning to just stand in the back row as punishment? Fine, there's not much time left, let's get down to business."
As the class monitor, there's something I need to know.
Luo, where did your arm go? I've put in a lot of effort to nurture you throughout your senior year of high school, and now it's harvest time, so I can't let you fall short.
Tell me quickly, sweetie.
Seeing that Luo Di remained unmoved, the squad leader wasn't angry. Instead, he patiently tried to persuade him:
"If you're unwilling to tell me, things will get very complicated. It doesn't matter if someone eats your arm, just tell me who did it."
Otherwise, if I wait until I kill you and then search the entire campus for your arm, it will take a lot of extra time and be quite risky.
Can you tell me, considering our special relationship? It will determine whether I can get a promotion... If you still won't tell me, how about we make a deal?
I will tell you about my experience, including the formation and subsequent evolution of the Mind Corner, and why I need "the complete you".
Then you tell me where the arm is, how about that?
If possible, please provide a gesture to demonstrate.
This time, Luo Di didn't stand still. Instead, he pulled out a chair from the desk in front of him and sat down.
"Hey~ why are you sitting in someone else's seat?" The class monitor looked disgusted, but could only shrug and begin the important explanation that followed.
"Since you've agreed, let's begin the lesson."
Where should I begin?
Since this is our last conversation, it would be better to make it complete and in-depth, don't you think?
My family is what my classmates call a wealthy family. My dad is a high-ranking executive in a company, and he loves making "plans," whether they are for the company or for the family.
When I was still in my mother's womb, my father had already made a detailed life plan for me.
This includes what each age group should do, what books they should read, what kind of people they should associate with, what kind of clothes they should wear, and what kind of food they should eat.
Even my bedroom has a camera installed—and it's still there now.
My mother couldn't stand this control, so she chose to divorce me when I was about two years old. Unfortunately, she couldn't get custody of me for various reasons.
At first, I was fine. After all, human babies have a strong ability to adapt. Before I developed independent thinking, I always complied with these so-called "plans".
Until my activity area was no longer confined to the home, I started going out to school, and I began to have more and more time to contact the outside world, and I gradually began to form independent thinking in the brain.
I remember it was around 13 years old.
The class monitor took the chalk and wrote a huge and eye-catching number on the side of the blackboard where it was not blocked by the corpse. [13]
"It was during my first year of junior high school, and I got first place in the whole grade in the final exam."
When I returned home with my report card
He accepted his father's routine praise.
After enjoying a carefully prepared vegetarian dinner,
He received leave permission after meeting the academic requirements.
I returned to my dorm room.
While talking on the phone with Anna, they discussed where to go shopping the next day.
While taking off her school uniform, she pondered what to wear tomorrow.
Sudden,
My gaze fell on the surface of the wardrobe.
It landed on the "mirror" embedded in the surface of the wardrobe.
Looking at this body that was clearly developing during puberty, I felt a strong sense of disgust for some reason, and my entire gastrointestinal tract was stimulated by this emotion.
I quickly hung up the phone and vomited up my dinner along with stomach acid.
This time, neither the father nor the nanny were informed.
I blocked the camera with the curtains as much as possible until I finished vomiting.
I went back to the mirror, forcing myself to suppress my nausea as I re-examined my body.
This body belongs to me, a youthful physique born from perfect diet, nutritional supplements, excellent genes, reasonable exercise, and effective sleep.
My fingers gently touched the surface of her skin, something I always did when showering, but this time the sensation was completely unfamiliar, and I felt an extreme physical aversion.
When the squad leader got to this point in his story, he became incredibly excited.
The trembling vocal cords caused the voice to tremble as well.
At the same time, he began to touch his own body on the stage, creating the sensation of direct touch on the skin's surface despite the tight-fitting clothes between them.
"I feel that every inch of my skin, every hair, and every organ on my body was custom-made according to my father's requirements."
All my gestures, every frown and smile, every gesture, even the most ordinary "smile," were sculpted under the joint supervision of my etiquette teacher and my father.
Sudden,
The Girl reflected in the mirror became completely unfamiliar; I couldn't even remember her name. The entire bedroom was filled with a stench of decay and mold.
I searched for a long time but couldn't find it until the very end, when I discovered that it was my corpse buried under my skin.
When I looked up at myself in the mirror again, a strong sense of fear suddenly surged from the depths of my mind.
This is the first time in my life, under the protection of a perfect family, that I have felt such emotions—panic and helpless, fearful and utterly terrified.
The class monitor on the podium also hugged his arms tightly, his eyes flashing with extreme fear.
"I was so scared! I ran to the bed, wrapped myself in the blankets, and tried to escape this feeling, but instead it brought darkness."
Wrapped in the dark bedding, I heard a 'sound' for the first time, a sound that seemed to seep from the depths of the Corner my thoughts.
It talked to me a lot, telling me things that my father, friends, teachers, and classmates would never talk to me about, calming my panic and pointing me to a path that truly belonged to me.
In order to successfully embark on this path, I need to continue to pretend to be a good girl.
I don't really care. Anyway, I've been receiving training related to "disguise" since I was born. It's what I'm best at, it's something I was born with, and no one can compare to me.
Even when the investigators are right in front of me, even when various instruments are scanning me, I feel incredibly happy every time I see a normal test report.
Now, that moment has finally arrived.
I am finally able to embark on this path that belongs to me. I will completely shed the shackles of reality and run towards the absolute freedom that my heart desires deep within.
The squad leader's emotions reached their peak at this moment.
Her fingers lightly touched the zipper on her clothes, sliding it down slowly and evenly.
As the zipper gradually slid open, Luo Di, sitting in the last row, also revealed a somewhat unpleasant expression.
The zipper unzipped not only the clothes, but also the class monitor's very body.
Once the zipper separates at the bottom,
Extend both arms to the sides,
Her clothes and skin were completely stripped away.
Like wings,
Like an evening gown,
Like a broken cocoon,
The beam of the flashlight illuminated the current squad leader like a spotlight.
It wasn't a bloody, fleshy body, but a completely new body covered in translucent, blood-red skin, and you could even see the heart pumping.
The class monitor was like someone standing on a stage, fully displaying their true self.
Once the emotions are fully released,
The class monitor's eyes met those of Luo Di, who was sitting in the last row, once again. Her lips, moistened with blood, trembled slightly, uttering a shy, Girl voice:
"I've given you my first demonstration, Luo Di."
I'll update every hour from now on. If everyone keeps up the good work, I'll try to finish this volume.