Mind reading, after failing to die, I became a popular person

Lan Yetan tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, feeling very upset.

But I didn’t want to move at all. I was tired and annoyed, and I really wanted to stab myself.

Countless times when I was upset, only pain and blood could make me feel sober and calm.

Scars are ugly, but they remind me all the time that all this is not a dream.

Sometimes I really want to die, but I feel like someone else deserves to die... and I think it's better to drag them to death together...

[I’m still very tired and don’t want to move]

403 turned into a little cat and snuggled in its host's arms.

"Host, please don't be so pessimistic~"

The girl rubbed 403's paw very smoothly.

The system looked at the host in front of it.

The girl's long black hair was scattered casually on the pillow, there were obvious dark circles under her eyes, and her beautiful and delicate face showed obvious world-weariness. Her skin was whiter than that of ordinary people.

The pupils seemed to always be gloomy and distracted. 403 often stayed in the arms of his host and could naturally feel that the girl was almost emaciated.

There is a kind of indifferent and clean beauty, but it makes people feel a little afraid to approach.

Regardless of whether he had previous information or not, he could feel that his host was actually a person who didn't like to eat much, unless he was really hungry.

The system lowered its head, although it always claimed to be the greatest 403 in the world.

But almost all the hosts he came into contact with were either sunny and optimistic, or had a strong desire to survive, or were reluctant to leave because of their beautiful families.

It can be said that he never thought he would meet such a host. After looking at the previous experiences, he felt that she might as well be dead.

But the system is generally selfish, because the death of the host means that he will also be wiped out.

What should I do then? I hesitated and struggled inside.

Finally, I just didn't want to think about it anymore.

He is just a system, and his small head cannot hold so many emotions.

Because in the initial setup, the Lord God gave them some instructions that emotions are useless and will hinder themselves.

Lan Yetan slowly stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window was the sky which had become completely dark.

Countless negative mixed emotions consumed her bit by bit.

[Don't imitate the following behavior!!! I'm a bit dark, but I hope you'll be happy! I'll say it three times: don't imitate, don't imitate, don't imitate.]

She lowered her eyes with a gloomy look, stepped back, turned around, walked slowly to her cabinet, and opened the drawer.

There are all kinds of knives in it. Lan Yetan had a hobby of collecting all kinds of cute knives in his previous life.

I found that big cities are great. There are actually specialty stores selling this kind of thing. It’s very cute, so I bought it.

Pulling out a random one, 403 screamed.

"Host, what are you doing? No, Master! Are you going to fight?"

Lan Yetan picked up his small system casually, looking very tired, and leaned quietly against the wall.

[Don't stop me, just let me vent for a while. . ]

403 clearly heard the fatigue in the girl's tone and suddenly became depressed.

Then he fell silent and just looked at the girl pitifully.

He knew that if he stopped her now, Lan Yetan would go even crazier, so it would be better to let her vent now.

It was wrong for the girl to use a knife to resolve her pain and overwhelming negative emotions, but so what?

Habits that have been formed over a long period of time cannot be changed just by saying so.

The sound of the knife piercing the flesh cushioned the pain. If a normal person were to be stabbed, it would definitely be extremely painful.

But this is Lanyetan, and it is a crashed version.

These past few days have consumed too much of her energy and energy. Since she can't replenish it by sleeping, she can only use this extreme method.

Please, don't imitate me.

It seems that it doesn't hurt much...

The bloody red color stung the eyes and also caused excitement.

403 can clearly feel that his host's emotions are fluctuating greatly.

"Host, host, please think about Ping An, please think about him. You haven't met him yet, and you don't know how he is doing now."

When the word Ping An was mentioned, Lan Yetan felt an extreme pain in his head and heart, almost like a pain piercing his soul.

Nausea, nausea, pain.

There was endless tinnitus in my ears, and the red color slowly flowed down my hand.

She was gasping for breath, her body was shaking, she was crying, and her stomach was cramping.

He stumbled into the bathroom and vomited as soon as he reached the toilet.

The insults, crying, and screams kept irritating her eardrums, and she felt pain all over her body.

As she vomited, tears began to fall for no apparent reason.

I was out of control, my legs were weak, my hands were shaking, and drops of blood were falling on the place I had just walked.

The wound was very deep, and the system rushed over in a hurry.

He looked at his host who was holding a medicine in his hand.

A very small disc.

"Host, eat this quickly and calm down!"

Lan Yetan did not remain stubborn, as she felt very uncomfortable when she got sick.

He took the medicine and swallowed it.

This medicine is very effective. I can clearly feel the restlessness in my body. Gradually I calm down and the physical discomfort is relieved a lot.

403 took out a bunch of medical supplies like a magic trick.

He slowly raised his head and looked at his host with some curiosity.

"Host, if every time this happens, would you want someone to accompany you?"

Lan Yetan raised his eyes.

[I am very ugly when I am sick, I don’t want to]

403 still insisted, "Host, do you believe that there will be redemption when you are sad?!"

Lan Yetan let out a breath, thinking about this problem slowly in his mind.

Redemption? She had indeed thought about it before.

In the countless nights of domestic violence and bullying in the past.

When I was attacked by mocking language in the past.

Just when I was almost humiliated.

Every night when I can’t live anymore.

She had thought about it, but it was only in the past because she had never encountered it.

Some people don't know where they got to know their tragic past, and push themselves into a deeper abyss under the pretext of saving themselves.

It's ridiculous that she even has expectations of those people.

[Salvation? I used to have it. Now it's gone, and I don't believe in it anymore.]

Suddenly she looked up and what caught her eye was a young man with short silver hair, looking at her quietly.

Those blue eyes were crystal clear. He was wearing a very common sweatshirt and a black cross ear clip on his ear.

A young boy squatted in front of her.

Lan Ye Tan paused [……! ]

Who is this...? How can he transform into a living person?