Qiu Shuyu didn't know what she had done; all she knew was that she ended up standing in a pool of blood, with rats lying all over the ground.
The door behind me opened, revealing a pure white world.
Qiu Shuyu once again rushed back to the extremely quiet white room, like a moth drawn to a flame.
It was another long period of loneliness, a loneliness that drove me crazy.
When the black door opened, Qiu Shuyu lost control and rushed straight in.
It was another giant rat with scarlet eyes.
It was another cold, commanding order from a man.
The only change was in the weapon; it went from a small knife to a long sword.
Qiu Shuyu didn't know how many years she had stayed here, nor how many rats she had killed. Her weapons had changed countless times, from small knives to longswords, from bows and arrows to spears, from gunpowder to bombs, from pistols to...
Qiu Shuyu grew taller and taller, and the mice...
They grew larger and larger, and they always managed to make eye contact with her.
How could there be such a big rat?
It's getting bigger and bigger.
Just like people.
people...
Qiu Shuyu was stunned.
She hadn't seen anyone in so long.
Yet, memories of people still remain in his mind.
The lower town was very poor, yet there were still aunties holding children, trying their best to break off a piece of biscuit to feed her;
The lower district was dirty and chaotic, but there were still older women who took her to a quiet riverbank to bathe and comb her hair.
The lower city is rife with dangerous gangs that commit arson, murder, and looting, yet those ruthless thugs spare a seven- or eight-year-old girl like her.
Qiu Shuyu once accidentally walked out of Shangcheng District and caught a fleeting glimpse of it.
There are beautiful, snow-white houses there, and clean, bright windows.
A girl sat by the window. She had jet-black hair and Bai Jing skin, facing a mirror, applying light-colored lipstick. She made a few dots on the mirror, then turned and complained, "Dad, this dressing table is no good! It's not smart at all!"
What is a dressing table?
Is it that table with the beautiful mirror?
Qiu Shuyu was quickly driven out of the upper city, but that fleeting glimpse was deeply imprinted in her mind, forming all her fantasies about beauty.
Clean, bright, comfortable...
That's great.
She also wanted a dressing table.
Not long after returning to the lower city, Qiu Shuyu was locked in a snow-white room. It wasn't until she grew to the same age as that girl that she woke up as if from a nightmare and saw the rats lying in pools of blood.
Where are the rats?
They were all people, people around the same age as her and the girl.
The man's cold voice rang out. "Sixteen thousand six hundred and fifty-one."
This is the number of "rats" Qiu Shuyu has killed in the past ten years.
Qiu Shuyu's eyes widened. "No... no, they're not rats!"
Man: "Is there a difference?"
Qiu Shuyu opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
There were no rats, only people.
She killed so many... so many people.
Qiu Shuyu couldn't accept this fact. She spent the whole night clutching her head, shrinking into a ball in terror, refusing to enter that dark room again.
However, they rushed out, rushed out of the darkness.
The colored room came before her.
Qiu Shuyu: "No, no, we..."
The boy shouted, "Damn rat!" and plunged a knife into Qiu Shuyu's heart.
Was she dead?
Qiu Shuyu fell backward, her eyes wide open, gradually losing the sound of her own heartbeat and breathing.
Qiu Shuyu felt that she was dead, but she had retained consciousness.
She was covered in blood, her eyes unable to close, and could only watch as she was dragged out of the house and thrown onto a giant truck, where she was tossed about and dumped amidst countless pieces of garbage.
Is this what death is like?
Why is it as helpless as being like this?
Qiu Shuyu didn't know how much time had passed until she heard a sigh, "Girl, can you hear me?"
"Blink if you hear me."
"Can't you blink? Can your fingers move?"
Qiu Shuyu saw a man with handsome features, dressed in tattered white clothes.
His expression was cold, raindrops slid down to the corners of his mouth, and his taut lines made him look unusually harsh, but his dark eyes, though aged, revealed a hint of compassion.
Qiu Shuyu moved her fingers.
The man's eyes brightened slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's good that I can move."
The man was Bai Jing, and he cured Qiu Shuyu.
Qiu Shuyu also got a name.
She didn't know the meaning of the name. Bai Jing said, "Qiu is Qiu. It was the rain that day that washed away the mud, and that's how I saw you."
Qiu Shuyu vowed never to return to Ink City.
She vowed never to kill again in her life.
Memories she thought were long buried resurfaced and bound her legs.
This is not Ink City!
She must find Wen Changye!
Master Bai, Xiaozhu, and everyone in the village are waiting for her to come back!
Qiu Shuyu walked with difficulty to the city gate. Fear gripped her heart, making her body tremble like a sieve. Cold sweat slid down her cheeks, dripping wetly inside her airtight protective suit.
Bang!
Qiu Shuyu bumped into someone head-on.
The people were walking out of the city, their steps were hurried, and their expressions were rushed. They were both distracted, which is why they bumped into each other.
Qiu Shuyu staggered, then recognized the person. " Boss Mu?"
Mu Qing's pupils also contracted sharply. " Xiao Qiu!"
How did you get here? Weren't you supposed to be...?
"Liu Family Village? Where's Xiaozhu? You wouldn't...?" Mu Qing's expression changed drastically, but he quickly shook his head. "No, impossible. It's not even dawn yet. ' Today's News ' hasn't published the Slaughter Value number 199. Fan Cang wouldn't have killed Xiaozhu."
Qiu Shuyu heard everything clearly and glared angrily at Mu Qing: " Mu Qing, why did you betray Xiaozhu!"