Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 65 Tracy [Extra] Wonderland without Alice (7) (8)

(Fanwaiqi was blocked, so it was moved to this chapter again)

The old lady finally gave me a room. She said her name was Cyndia.

The room was small, but it was packed with 10 orphans, and the beds of the orphans were pitifully small.

I hugged my robot and walked to my own bed. It was a little narrow, but with my current height, I could barely sleep on it.

The comforter had a pungent smell which I couldn't stand at all, it was really too bad.

I pushed the quilt aside and planned to put the remaining robots in the cabinet on the wall.

There is a small cabinet on the wall of each bed, but they are all old and look very old.

The only window was also blocked by thick curtains which were dirty and smelly too.

No one wants to touch it.

I carefully put the robot into the cabinet, fortunately, there is still a lock.

Otherwise, I really hate other people touching my things.

Especially those.

Don't know what a clean orphan is.

It's not that I despise orphans.

Instead.

They are not normal at all.

Suddenly, a dirty hand rested on my left arm, and I felt a cold touch.

Like getting an electric shock, I quickly moved to the right.

"New friend? What are you hiding? Show us?"

I can clearly hear the meaning in this sentence, this is not a polite request, but a domineering plunder.

I looked towards the speaker.

The speaker is a naughty girl.

Her hair was disheveled, there were a few small unhealed scars on her face, a few of her front teeth were missing, and his blue eyes were cloudy.

Like a sick person who hasn't seen the light for a long time.

Her lips were black, her hands were even more dirty, and she could smell the peculiar smell from her body.

"We don't know each other well." I don't want to deal with this kind of people.

She gave a weird laugh.

"What? Do you still think you are a young lady or something? Don't you just face the reality obediently?"

"Yo, why are you covered in blood? Do you want me to clean it up for you?"

After she finished speaking, she reached out to my skirt and pressed her fingers hard, she wanted to pull my skirt!
There was an alarm bell in my heart, I wanted to pull the skirt back, but when the two forces collided, they didn't cancel.

On the contrary, it will cause more damage.

"hiss--"

The dress my father gave me had a piece of fabric torn off, and it wouldn't go away, but it would look ugly.

"Hey, you are indeed a lady from a rich family, even the fabric of the skirt is so good."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just want to see your skirt, who knows that you want to talk to me like a baby guard."

"You can't blame me for breaking it now, can you?"

"You must have nowhere to use this piece of cloth, so please give it to me as a rag."

The person said with a smile, I really want to tear that person's face apart.

Do you want to destroy even the gift my father gave me?
God, this is what you call providence.

make me lose everything.

When I have nothing.

You tell me cruelly.

That is growth.

"Give it back to me." I held back my anger.

"I'll say it again, you give it back to me."

I reached out to grab the piece of fabric. Although there was blood on it, it was given by my father.

It must not be thrown away.

"I don't listen to murderers." She still said with a smile.

Because of my movements, I turned around and dodged.

"You are covered in blood, who did you kill?"

"I didn't kill anyone. The blood splashed on me when someone else killed someone."

I lowered my eyes, I don't want to bring up this topic.

I can't say.

It was my mother who killed my father.

The man smiled.

"Then you are an accomplice. Instead of helping the person who was killed, you chose to stand by and watch. The accomplice is also a murderer."

"I'm not! I'm not a murderer! I didn't kill anyone!"

When I heard what she said, my sanity collapsed at that moment.

I did not kill.

Not the one I killed.

I did not, I am not an accomplice.

I want to save my father.

But I can't help it.

I'm so useless, I can't help it.

I didn't stand by, God didn't help me, I didn't do nothing, I wanted my father resurrected.

I'm so sad.

Father.

What you said was always by Xiaote's side.

Do you still count?

Did we not pull Gougou.

So God didn't agree?
I whimpered, wanting to hug myself tightly, I want to curl up into a ball, I want a sense of security, I can only experience it here.

Endless despair.

Father, Xiao Te.

I really miss you.

The man seemed to see that I was a little delirious, and gave a very boring "cut".

I went to the other orphans in the same room and whispered, and then they all stared at me and laughed.

I don't know what they're up to.

I always feel that something is not good.

I cried for a long time, and my eyes were red and swollen. Every stimulation really hurt me a lot.

It's like pressing a mountain in my heart.

Breathless.

I want to go out for a walk, it's really stuffy and smelly.

Because the cabinet was locked, I took the key and left the room.

The world outside the room was still pitch black, and the orphans here couldn't see any hope.

Silent in the dark, sighing.

Such a sad fate.

I walked around and went back. I didn't meet anyone, not even that little madman.

When I entered, the room was terribly silent, and they all looked at me in unison.

I have some doubts, but I always have the habit of seeing robots every once in a while.

So I took the key and unlocked it, and suddenly a whole bunch of cockroaches flew out of the cabinet, and some mice ran out.

"Squeak."

They scurry across my bed and then go elsewhere.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

The whole room burst into laughter except me.

I stared blankly at the robot in the cabinet.

It was covered with ugly pictures, written with distorted words, and traces of being thrown.

I feel.

My heart.

It seems to be really broken.

Never fight back.

"Let you pretend to be arrogant, I thought there was some treasure hidden, but after prying open the lock, it turned out to be some useless robots."

"Yes, yes, those robots are ugly, you have to thank me, I decorated something for you."

"Do you still like the gifts of cockroaches and mice, my eldest lady?"

"When you come to our orphanage, you should abide by the rules here. Do you still think that you are a proud and arrogant princess?"

"What's the use of being the eldest lady? Wasn't she sent in?"

Unpleasant words kept circulating in my mind.

I was like a puppet without a soul, quietly watching those damaged robots.

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I'm starting to feel like I'm a little scared.

Those lunatics.

What else will it do.

I reached out and pulled out those robots my father had made.

I am clearly aware of it.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably.

The broken cracks on it are telling what happened to them, and I seem to be able to hear them crying too.

I hugged them and wept softly.

All this is not what I want.

Night falls.

For the first time, I didn't dare to sleep. I always felt that there was a monster in the dark that would pounce on me the moment I closed my eyes, and the scene of my father's death would flash when I closed my eyes.

I feel like I'm going crazy with all this stuff.

I hold the robot tightly, they are my only friends now, no one will pay attention to me, a person who has fallen into the dust from heaven.

Under the deep drowsiness, I closed my tired eyes.

"Hey, slob, get up, there will be no breakfast later."

A ruffian voice yelled in my ear, and then some foul-smelling things fell on me.

I woke up immediately, because my reflexes were relatively quick, so my dress didn't get all the bad things.

I resisted the urge to gag to see what those things were.

It's paint, and it's a very strong smelling paint. It smells bad.

My dress was stained with colorful paint and stuck together.

"Oops, sorry, my hands are slippery."

The girl said yesterday with a mocking look in her eyes, without any apology at all.

"Oh, yes, there is still paint on your hair. Let me cut it off for you. The paint can't be washed off."

The girl took a pair of scissors from the pocket of her dress.

This action was done in one go, it was as if she was ready for everything.

I know perfectly well that my hair is not painted at all.

"I don't need it." I replied to her.

"It annoys me when new friends don't listen to me."

The girl winked at the others in the room.

Everyone else walked towards me one after another.

There was a panic in my heart.

"Don't come here!"

I cried out like a raging lion.

But it didn't help, they grabbed my hands and legs, making me unable to move at all.

And the girl with the scissors calmly cut off my hair bit by bit.

"That's the way to behave, my new friend."

I wanted to cry, but I found that I couldn't cry at all, I had lost the ability to cry at that moment.

They didn't let me go until the girls had cut my hair almost.

"It's like one of us, my new friend." The girl said with a smile.

that face.

I really want to rip.

Why, why are you doing this to me?

Am I doing something wrong?

Is it so difficult for me to live in peace?

Why can't God grant my wish?

I dare not face the mirror, I feel that I must be ugly in the mirror.

"New friend, let's go have breakfast."

As if she really regarded me as a friend, she took my hand intimately and was going to take me to breakfast.

My whole being is empty.

I can no longer hear their laughter and scolding.

Orphanage lobby.

The dean put the food prepared today on the table. The bread looked moldy, the milk was probably spoiled, and there were a few flies flying around on it. The other orphans devoured it.

They don't care if it's fresh or not, as long as it's edible, they'll eat it, because their lives are despicable in the eyes of others.

They also admit their humbleness. In order to survive, they do whatever they can to dig through garbage and steal other people's money.

I look at the food on the table.

The urge to vomit came back again.

I have never seen such disgusting food.

The girls just grabbed the food and ate it, not caring whether the food was expired or not.

I tried to stay away from those people, their strange eyes made me feel very panic.

I huddled in a corner, the light was very dark, no one would pay attention to me, I thought I should be safe.

I hugged the robot, and the pictures of these days began to appear in my mind.

It seemed like a dream.

If it's really a dream, let it wake up, okay?
I've had enough.

"Tracey, are you okay?"

Suddenly the little madman's voice sounded.

I started to panic.

"No, no, I didn't do it. I didn't kill my mother, but she deserved it! She killed her father who loved me and her so much!"

I almost blurted out this sentence.

"I have a family. I was very happy when I was a child. I'm not you lowly orphans! I'm not!"

My words attracted those orphans who were eating rotten food, and those orphans laughed strangely.

"Hee hee, look, she can't stand our torture."

"Tch, do you still think you are the eldest lady? The haughty look really makes me feel uncomfortable. Since I was sent in, I should be like us."

"Tsk, it seems that we haven't taught enough. We must let her see how she should live in this orphanage."

"Holding those robots all day is like a baby, and they don't show me, hehehehe, I just want to see them, and I want to destroy them!"

"People who are not good will die miserably.

I heard those sarcastic words and smiled silently at them.

The brain seems to be stimulated.

A terrifying thought formed in my mind.

Is it?Who died miserably?

The little madman shook my shoulder.

"Tracey"

"What? You want to hurt me too, don't you? They all deserve to die, right?" I grabbed his arm tightly with my hands, and I was a little crazy.

His head was shaking like a rattle, I sighed softly, let go of my hand, and stroked the damaged robots, as if those robots were rare treasures, a faint light flashed in my eyes.

"Father, I will avenge the robots you made, let them also taste the taste of being damaged. Hee hee."

Afterwards, as if I woke up from a madness, I found myself thinking so darkly.

But they're all damned, aren't they?
"Are you eating?" He asked tentatively.

"Can those things be eaten?" I sneered.

"Those things that only dogs are worthy of eating, I'm not a dog, why should I fight with those dogs?"

My words attracted a lot of hostile gazes, and I didn't care how poisonous those orphans' gazes were.

"Then let me find you something to eat, and wait for me."

He ran away, and when he came back, although he only had two steamed buns and a glass of milk, they were all fresh.

I saw the food in his hand flashed a look of surprise in his eyes.

"My grandparents specially prepared this for me, let me eat it." He handed me steamed buns and milk like a treasure.

"Sure enough, everyone has selfish intentions." I laughed mockingly.

Such a ridiculous human heart.

But I believed it before, how ironic.

"Your grandparents prepared this for you. Why did you give it to me? I don't need anyone's pity." I stared at him. I don't need others to pity me. Items that can be discarded.

"It's not pity because we're friends and I'm full, it's not me pity you."

I was taken aback when I heard the term "friend" he said.

"Friends?" I murmured.

He nodded.

I laughed.

"My friends are all dead." I whispered in his ear, he couldn't help shivering, I shrugged my shoulders indifferently.

"You really believe it, little lunatic." After I finished speaking, I laughed out loud, and it was a particularly loud kind of laugh.

"I'm a little lunatic, who are you?" He asked me angrily and funny.

"It's me. It's Alice." I put my index finger on my lips and responded to him in a very low voice.

Alice is in Wonderland.

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