Overturned Tower

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She was wearing a gorgeous crimson dress, covered with precious jewelry, and her long golden hair was naturally scattered like the most beautiful satin, shining under the warm light in the room.

His mentor, Sally Ruth, has a beauty that can drive people crazy.

She always has a mysterious expression that is half a smile but not a smile on her face, and she always refuses to welcome people's invitations.

I don't know how many people are envious of Russell being able to become Sally Ruth's apprentice.

But in the eyes of the drunk Russell... he seemed to see sharp fangs in the mentor's mouth.

Her golden hair was like some kind of slender worm, squirming slowly under the warm light.

"Drink it... This is a special medicine for sobering up."

Sally Ruth let out a soft whisper.

Russell was holding the orange juice mixed with hangover medicine in his hand in a daze, motionless.

When Sally Ruth approached Russell, his body couldn't help shaking.

And the cup in his hand was taken by Sally Ruth, who took half a sip and put it in his mouth... Under Russell's terrified eyes, he fed the medicine into Russell's mouth.

After just two sips, Russell's hallucinations and drunkenness quickly subsided.

"No, no, I'm already awake... I'm sober..."

Russell was a little embarrassed and shy and turned Sally Ruth back: "I just vomited... my mouth is very dirty..."

"It's just stomach acid."

Sally Ruth smiled slightly when she heard this, and swallowed the hangover medicine in her mouth.

Then, she stuck out her tongue towards Russell, indicating that there was no more juice in her mouth.

"Poison won't kill you."

She said angrily, and patted Russell on the head: "What are you afraid of?

"Are you still afraid that the teacher will harm you?"

"Sorry……"

Russell murmured in confusion.

The next moment, the brief memory ends.

It was a fragment of memory that impressed Russell deeply and made him unforgettable.

It was at this moment that Russell suddenly realized why he felt inexplicably familiar with this scene.

Or, where did he see this scene——

Every time Russell met the eyes of the other party before getting a new mask... he would hear a similar "mirror cracking" sound.

So at this moment, this is...

"...is it my mirror?"

Russell murmured softly.

The moment Russell realized this, countless dense spider web cracks started from the hand that hammered the mirror, and began to spread rapidly.

Accompanied by crackling ice cracks, those cracks surfaced on his body surface.

Russell looked at his hands, then his arms, then his shoulders, his chest...

Through the ice-cracked skin, he saw nothingness inside his body.

It was a mass of swirling, nebula-like darkness.

It's like the head of the "vessel of god".

The matter that made up its head was filled in large pieces inside the "Russell"... and it was even denser and darker.

"Is this... me?"

Russell uttered almost floating ravings like a dream.

His voice was gradually dyed with repeated echoes: "This... what...?"

Like a demonized little Liuli, the accents gradually piled on top of each other.

On top of Russell's voice, the barber's voice began to be superimposed.

Part of the broken lenses spinning and flying in front of him turned into the memories of Blue Robin and Little Liuli.

——This is the memory that was received by Russell before.

At some point, they already existed in Russell's mind.

But after getting the blue song robin's mask and psychic powers, Russell never looked back at them... In other words, Russell never discovered, and even had some deeper memories that he received but never opened.

It's like drawing a character in a mobile game, but you haven't read the personal file and skill description at all.

"The crack marks on my body... are like Xiao Liuli..."

Russell's heart suddenly moved, and he looked at the memory fragments that he hadn't seen yet.

Maybe they can give themselves some answers.

As he thought about it, the nebula-like black gaseous substance gradually seeped out from the cracks in his body, condensed and turned into black tentacles, and slowly touched the largest memory fragment.

Chapter 9 The snow is still falling

When I opened my eyes, the whole world seemed to be several times bigger.

...or, in other words, Russell became smaller.

He is not as tall as the dining table at the moment, and he is only about five or six years old.Maybe even smaller.

And he was standing on the stool he brought over, leaning on the frosted window and looking out of the house.

The snow fell all over the sky, and the streets were empty.

The snow-covered winter has frozen the flowing silence into ice.

The heating pipes in the home were also frozen and cracked, but the door was locked with a monitoring system and could not be opened from the inside.

The windows were also locked with a system, and the sound insulation of the windows was too good, blocking his shouting inside.

It's no use shouting.He yelled.

He has no neighbors, and the building is occupied by less than a quarter of its residents.

His family didn't have the money to buy medical insurance services, so they couldn't call for emergency help through the chip... Not to mention, he didn't even know all the words that appeared in front of his eyes.

It had been six days since his dad had left the house, and the snow hadn't stopped.

He may be dead.

Such a thought popped up in his mind.

He'd seen dead people...his mother had died before that.

Dad said that to die is to never come back.

Dad won't come back either.

...For some reason, I feel like crying.

Perhaps he has cried.

The comedians on TV were still making jokes that he didn't understand, and the audience was still bursting into bursts of harsh laughter, but that made him feel sick for some reason.

This home is like a cage.Or maybe it's a prison.

By the time Dad left home, the meals he had prepared had already been finished.

His stockpile of snacks lasted through the third and fourth days, and the last packet of biscuits was eaten the night before when he was starving.

He ate the lettuce from the refrigerator with honey in the morning, but for some reason he got diarrhea.Hungry now.

And the snow hasn't stopped.

What should I do?

Should I call for help?

Who should I turn to for help?

Still he said nothing.

He had already lost the strength to shout.

Stepping on the cold floor that hurt his ankles, he searched the house in a daze.

There are still some breads on the top shelf of the refrigerator, which have been frozen hard.After all, it's been over a week.

But he couldn't reach something that was too tall, so he didn't think about taking it down at the beginning.

Although there is still flour at home, he doesn't know how to cook it.There were some raw eggs too, but he couldn't cook them.He didn't even know why, but when he broke them they turned into a puddle of liquid—he thought eggs were white solids.

He tried to eat flour, but it didn't taste good at all, and his stomach hurt after eating it.

The kitchen knife is too heavy to lift.And he couldn't reach the cutting board either.

Honey is a good thing, but there are not many stocks.Accompanied by veggies and biscuits had been eaten before.

These breads are already the last food.

Otherwise, you can only drink the flour with water.

And half a sack of flour, and a lot of water...probably a long time to live, he thought.

He couldn't reach the topmost food in the refrigerator at all, and had to step on a stool to get there.

So he propped up a stool and took out the bread that had been stored for more than a week with difficulty.

When closing the refrigerator door, he accidentally knocked himself off the chair and fell to the ground.

The child's body is quite soft, so he didn't actually fall.

It doesn't hurt to say the least...

But as an inexplicable grievance hit his heart, he couldn't help but hugged the frozen bread, curled up on the cold ground and cried.

as if abandoned by the whole world;

It's like I'm the only one left in the whole world...

——In the past, as long as I cried, my mother would come to comfort me.

After the mother died, the father would pick him up.

But this time he cried until he was tired and his voice became hoarse, and no one cared about him.

Vaguely realizing what this meant, he cried even more aggrieved and saddened.

He kept crying until his whole body started to twitch and he couldn't cry anymore, then he slowly got up from the ground.

He sat on the ground, hugged the cold bread, and ate slowly mouthful by mouthful.

It has changed its taste and is not tasty.

No hot milk and porridge, no eggs and butter... only the same cold water to aid swallowing.But at least it's filling.

This bread is bigger than his head, so it can be eaten for several meals.

He thought optimistically.

Maybe another half day... another day, another day or two.

...Is dad coming back soon?

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but shed tears silently.

He didn't believe it himself.

Dad probably died outside...he's never coming back.

"Am I going to die too..."

He murmured softly, "Am I going to starve to death?"

Dad told him before that if he didn't eat well, he would starve to death.

He only now knows what it means to be "hungry".