Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The porcelain made a cold, crisp sound.

It was she who tried to lift the lid off the tank.

After repeating this several times and changing her posture and pushing on the toilet lid for a long time, she finally managed to move the lid open.

Inertia caused her to fall backwards and hit the crack in the door, raising a cloud of dust.

He coughed and raised his hand to clear the dust in front of his eyes, then squinted his eyes and walked towards the water tank.

"Cough cough..."

The dust gradually dissipated, revealing the interior of the tank containing dirty running water to the guests.

The extremely dim light diffused in the narrow space like fog, and the remaining water marks reflected the dirty sparkling light.

The pair of black eyes above the mask below the brim of the hat stared at the corner of the water tank motionlessly in an indescribable look.

——That’s a waterproof bag.

Folded to the smallest possible size.

It is like a fish scale faintly visible in dirty water. If you don't look for it deliberately, it would be difficult to see it.

But she saw it at a glance.

But even if I saw it...

After a long while of ideological work, the guest seemed to muster up all his courage, stretched out his hand with an extremely patient expression, and slowly reached in.

-

The light is dim.

The compartments are small.

Moss grew on the rotten roof, dried water marks covered the rotten walls, and the second hand that had been frozen in time for a long time seemed to start moving again at this moment.

It shook off the heavy dust and uttered a hoarse and difficult sound.

Da da--

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She stood there, her fingers penetrating the air mixed with dust and light, reaching into the cold remaining water, touching the slippery porcelain wall, and finally touching the soft plastic.

A strange intuition rushed to my fingertips like an electric shock.

She quickly took out the waterproof bag, unfolded it, and took out the two pieces of paper inside.

There were two rustling sounds, and the guest lowered his head and quietly took in the contents of the paper.

[Ye Kong, the leaf of fallen leaves, the sky of Kong, the flower box man of Gotham City, born in the Flower Box Orphanage, the director's grandfather's surname is Sun, and his follower is Awu...]

Exactly the same words as the voice in her head.

It was as if she had seen with her own eyes the girl writing down the words that she had repeated many times in her diary.

She quickly read the basic information on the first page and then looked at the second page.

[Originally, a hollow person like you needs to feel 100% love in order to be truly impacted and then activate the broken receiver.

You believed it, so you left the flower box and started looking for the answer. 】

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She heard the scratching of the pen on the paper.

The fourteen-year-old girl lay in the greenhouse that was like a prison, concentrating on writing, with no expression on her drooping young face.

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[But before you could do anything, you were knocked unconscious by the Qin family and taken to Nangang.]

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boom--

The moonlight revives in memory.

In a hospital in an unknown city, at the end of an empty corridor, she saw a girl with a schoolbag being hit hard on the back of the head by a stick and fainted without a sound.

A tall black figure came over, picked up the unconscious girl, and walked into the elevator quietly.

The night was dark, and the moonlight from outside the window fell in, illuminating the empty corridors on every floor.

I don't know which ward door on which floor was not closed tightly, and there seemed to be a sound of wind blowing the gauze curtain.

She followed the men downstairs and watched the girl being put into a black cloned car and leaving the city at night.

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【Nangang is actually a good city.

Ancient, prosperous, crowded, and with a vast sea.

But you can't get out.

You can only look at the faces of people you hate every day. 】

-

The past six months were like pages of a picture album turning in my mind, and every page was a memory that was unlocked.

The picture is colored, and the wind and time begin to flow.

I was unaware of the lack of it, but now I have a real sense of completeness and fullness... The human brain is truly amazing.

The guest was lost in thought while staring at the blurry handwriting.

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[The old witch is called Xie Fangfei, what a nice name, she is actually a fool with excessive self-esteem, who thinks she is cruel and ruthless, but actually has a dull mind.

Thanks to the feudal culture of Nangang, her weakness is easy to grasp—Qin Wu.

The only son of the Xie and Qin families, he is known as the Crown Prince of Nangang and the future Emperor of Nangang. If nothing unexpected happens, he will become the unique first person in Nangang.

But the premise is that you escape before he grows up. If not, then congratulations, you will undoubtedly destroy this person. 】

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Too cold.

The girl's expression and mood when she wrote this page were too cold, like a surveillance camera high above, not only watching and judging others coldly, but also judging herself.

The weather outside the window is clear, but the sunlight cannot shine through this window.

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[Qin Wu.

Slightly more interesting than his mother because it's less conventional.

He was born into a wealthy family, but his parents spoiled him without any love, so he was spoiled and unruly since childhood, and he didn't know what restraint and rules meant.

But compared to all these, what is truly unconventional is that he does not understand what love is.

Yes, he will definitely say that he loves you and that he cares about you very much.

But that's not love.

Even if he listens to you and is willing to spend his time, money, and even more on you, that is not love.

That's loyalty.

A dog's loyalty.

Go is a good tool.

Turn you into a thoroughly strong person, so that Qin Wu will have no choice but to follow you, worship you, regard your preferences as an imperial decree, and try his best to win your smile and approval.

But this is not love.

This is mind control.

You see, you are the one who is imprisoned, but he is the one who has Stockholm.

What a waste.

The men and women who raise such waste are naturally waste among wastes.

You have to keep going and try to use him to escape.

Or get your phone.

Next, this society will become an era of public opinion.

The Internet has united all the people in the world, and has given all hidden crimes the danger of being exposed. In this era, there are still many villains who are arrogant and domineering, and are full of evil, but... even as insignificant as anyone, as long as they have a mobile phone, they have the possibility of becoming a hero.

So, this is an era that can be great.

I hope this will be a great era.

Because only in this way will you be more likely to escape from here and take revenge on them.

And if escape is impossible...let your dog hate his mother, kill his father, alienate his friends, detest his subordinates, and finally end up on the throne of a tyrant.

Of course you can do it.

Because Qin Wu is a natural, heartless monster.

He disrespects his father and doesn't love his mother, even though his father is extremely indulgent towards him and his mother cares deeply about him - you see, human beings are really strange, they seem to have all the conditions to cultivate love, but they still cannot foster this thing called love.

It can be seen that human nature is written in genes.

Many things are destined from the moment you are born crying.

It's like you decided to find love from the night you were buried in the ground and looking at the stars.

And after the original death, you decided to find love.

I hope you get what you want.

Ye Kong.

I hope you get what you want. 】

—The girl looked out of the clear window.

What she saw was a shattered glass dome and a green canopy of trees blocking out the sun.

The city is big and strange.

She hid in this hopeless corner, looking forward to a future where she might forget everything, looking forward to a "love" that she didn't know where to take root.

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The guest looked up and saw the moss-covered roof.

She loosened her grip and the two pieces of paper fell to the ground.

She held on to the dirty wall, climbed onto the toilet lid, stood on tiptoe, and touched the wet and rotten roof.

She reached her fingers into the gaps between the wooden boards, touching them one by one, and finally, she felt the familiar touch.

Take out the thing stuffed in the interlayer, and you will find it is another waterproof bag folded to the smallest size.

Pull apart, remove both sheets of paper, and flatten them.

She stood on the toilet lid and saw the contents of the paper with the dim light coming through the roof that she had poked a hole in.

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That's a painting.

Gray lines outline the road that stretches to the end of the sky.

The trees in spring sway in the wind.

Amidst the pear blossoms, an overturned sports car was burning fiercely.

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thump—

The bell rang loudly in my mind.

The last piece of missing memory was finally pieced together.

The picture is revived and colored.

Ye Kong narrowed his eyes in the chaotic dim light.