A villainous girl created by paranoia

"But those emotions quickly disappeared, leaving only a persistent level of disgust and anger, which also vanished during the conversation."

When the topic of her being drugged came up, Hanamichi's emotions fluctuated slightly again. Fear, despair, grievance, loss, sadness, bitterness, and anger appeared for only a moment before disappearing.

Until my power ended, Hanamichi remained consumed by disgust, her emotions completely undisturbed.

--split line--

Sorry for the late update. I was too sleepy when I was halfway through writing yesterday, and I was afraid my cold would get worse, so I went to bed first. This is something I typed out on my phone in bed around 3 a.m.

Speaking of which, I had a dream full of spring vibes while I was catching up on my nap yesterday. Did you have a dream like that?

The Unlucky Guy Under the Torrential Rain

Summer in Yuling City isn't particularly rainy, but this downpour came suddenly and unexpectedly, like tears shed for a little girl who doesn't cry. If that's the case, then the lightning and thunder in the sky are no longer frightening, because they must be the sobs of a little girl.

Splash... splash... splash...

The noisy raindrops kept pattering on the ground, and the pedestrians around were hurrying by. Some unlucky people who didn't bring umbrellas walked quickly, walked quickly, walked quickly, silently praying that they wouldn't get soaked to the bone.

Every time the unlucky one's shoes stepped into the puddle, it would splash up a huge spray of water, scattering everywhere. Having lost their original families, they began their own wanderings. Perhaps when the rains are heavy and the puddle grows larger, those wandering water droplets will return to their home. But will they still have the family they once knew back home?

The water droplet's family turned into liquid, mixing with other liquids: sewage mixed with garbage, oil mixed with gasoline, and blood mixed with fresh blood. The water droplet realized that it was not its family that turned into liquid, nor itself; it was originally liquid.

Water droplets mixed with bright red blood dripped from the little girl's wrist to the ground, but the streaks of crimson were quickly washed away by the rain, and she began her wanderings for a time.

The unlucky fellow ran and ran and ran. Even if some unlucky fellows saw the little girl, they probably wouldn't pay her any attention, because they had no more kindness left to spare.

The little girl had long silver hair that would have been dazzling on a sunny day, but it was raining now.

The little girl was just like an unlucky fellow, or perhaps she was unlucky, because she didn't have an umbrella. Her left hand was holding a large rabbit doll by the ear, while her right hand hung down naturally. Red water droplets, like their predecessors, slid from the little girl's wrist to the ground, and were then washed away by the rain, wandering to places she didn't even know.

The unlucky guy ran and ran and ran, panting, until he finally arrived in front of the little girl. And that unlucky guy... was me.

"Girl! What are you doing out in such heavy rain?"

The little girl raised her empty, icy blue eyes expressionlessly. When she saw it was me, she gave me a pathetic smile.

"Uncle, didn't you bring an umbrella? You'll catch a cold if you get wet in the rain."

My heart clenched painfully. The child's expression was simply unbearable. She was indeed adorable, but the smile on that cute face was filled with unbearable pain and bitterness.

"Didn't you also not bring an umbrella?"

The girl shook her head, forcing a smile as she spoke.

"It's different. Poor thing doesn't have to worry about getting sick because poor thing wants to die."

I suppressed the urge to yell at her and gently patted her head as I spoke.

"Why are you having these thoughts again, little girl? Didn't you just promise your uncle yesterday that you would live well?"

The little girl still wore that pitiful smile, clutching the rabbit doll, now much heavier from the rain, to her arms, and said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Because I'm scared. So many, many people want to kill me. I don't want to see them. They're all so scary. My mom was always there for me when I was scared, but now she can't be with me anymore."

I was scared, scared of being killed by those bad guys.

I miss my mom. I want to see her.

"Girl, don't say that. There are many wonderful things in the world besides those bad guys. The world is not limited to this city. There are oceans, mountains, forests, and many beautiful and fun places. Don't you want to go and see them?"

"But in this pitiful world, there is only Mom."

I was speechless for a moment. Just like she said, her world might only consist of her mother.

Paranoia – that's the diagnosis my partner and I made when we took this girl to the hospital yesterday. We initially thought she developed the condition after witnessing that kind of scene, but in reality, she's had paranoia for a long time. It's just that her mother is around, which makes her less afraid.

Now that her only support and pillar of support has left, and in such a shocking way, it seems only natural that she would be afraid.

What can I do for her? What can I possibly do for her? She's only seven years old! What can I do for her!

I'm just an ordinary police officer! What can I say? And whatever I say will be subject to consequences!

At that moment, I hated myself terribly, hated my rational thinking, hated that I wasn't like those super-rich people who spend money like water. If I were like that, even if I didn't have time to take care of her, I would hire mediocre people to look after her.

But I am not like that; I cannot say those things to her because I cannot bear the responsibility.

Then, I saw faint red marks on the little girl's white rabbit doll. The red marks were too obvious and too conspicuous. The red marks were undoubtedly blood, and the blood came from the little girl's right wrist.

Without thinking too much, I grabbed the little girl's right hand. Looking at the shallow wound on her right wrist, my heart was filled with mixed feelings. My emotions were raging, criticizing my rational inaction. My rational self listed many reasons why I couldn't say those things to this girl, but my emotions, like an immature little kid, violently overturned, smashed, and trampled these reasons one by one.

"Why do this?"

My voice was a little hoarse, and I even felt that my voice had a shameful sobbing tone.

The little girl tilted her head, but didn't answer my question immediately. Instead, she asked me another question.

"Uncle, are you a policeman? Could you answer a few questions for me?"

"You... never mind, just ask."

Although I wanted to take her to the hospital for treatment, judging from her appearance, she probably wouldn't give up until she got an answer.

Moreover, although the little girl's wound was a cut, it did not sever the radial artery. Although the wrist cut looks scary, it is actually just a slightly larger wound.

"Officer, if a vehicle hits and kills someone, the driver will be held responsible, right?"

"The driver is certainly responsible."

"Even if that person ran out and was hit and killed by the car, is the driver still responsible?"

"They also bear some responsibility."

"Oh."

She nodded calmly, and then said something in a calm tone that left me deeply disturbed.

"I can't trouble the driver."

She still couldn't let go of her thoughts, she still wanted to commit suicide. Why! Why did she have to die! To live...

If she continues to live, she will probably only face fear and pain... If it were me? Would I still have the courage to live?

She needed a hero, but I was just a policeman; I wasn't her hero.

"Come on, let's go to the hospital. The wound will get infected if it gets wet in the rain like this."

As I was speaking, I tried to pull the little girl to the hospital, but feeling resistance from behind, I stopped. It wasn't that I couldn't move a little girl, but rather that I didn't want to be too forceful with her. I turned to look at the little girl behind me, seemingly wondering why she had stopped, as if she hadn't understood what she meant.

An adult is acting crazy and silly towards a child, while the child is coaxing and deceiving the adult. Isn't our relationship a bit outrageous?

She was lying to me, using absolute truth to deceive me, using a truth without a trace of lies or falsehood. And I, however, kept playing dumb, pretending not to understand or hear her.

"Uncle, if I did the same thing as Dr. Antuson, would I be executed?"

"No, no, because you can't do that kind of thing, and you don't know how to do that kind of thing, right?"

"Yes, because cutting your wrists hurts a lot, and the poor thing is afraid of pain. It will stop halfway through cutting. Getting hit by a car will also cause trouble for the driver. So being executed by firing squad is very simple, right? Being executed by firing squad will only hurt for a moment, and the poor thing can die."

I opened my mouth, but in the end I couldn't bear to continue pretending to be crazy. Okay, I admit it, you won. My emotions defeated my rationality. You really won, even if you acted like a child and threw a tantrum, you still won.

"Girl, live on."

I stopped pretending to be crazy, but the little girl started doing so.

"Live on? Why? You're so scared, why do you still want to live? Besides, Dr. Antuson also told you that what he did to his mother, you'll do to me when you grow up."

I will be like my mother, my body will be cut open piece by piece with a knife, and then Dr. Anterson will explain to other children what organs are inside my body and what their functions are.

Finally, I'll give all my organs to those children like gifts.

Therefore, it's because they're pitiful that they don't want to grow up, and that they don't want to give their organs to others.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pressing down on the city, making it hard for everyone to breathe, including me.

The unlucky fellow was panting, panting, panting, and then I, the unlucky fellow, spoke up.

"Girl, I will catch Antuson, so promise your uncle you won't think about suicide anymore, okay?"

"But Dr. Antuson isn't the only one who's pitiful and afraid."

"It's alright, little girl, Uncle will protect you. After I arrest Antusen, I will adopt you. How about you become Uncle's daughter? I will always protect you, believe me."

Finally, the little girl's eyes were no longer dead empty, but regained some color.

"Then...shall we pinky swear?"

"Okay, pinky promise."

As I spoke, I extended my little finger to the little girl, and she naturally hooked it with mine.

"It's a pinky promise, or the liar will swallow a thousand needles."

"Spare me if you think I'm going to swallow a thousand needles."

"Hmph. By the way, what's your uncle's name?"

"Me? My name is Cao Xinwu. And you, little girl?"

"Pitiful? Pitiful's name is indeed pitiful, Hanamichi Pitiful."

Seeing her beaming face, I knew I had been tricked, but she had deceived me with her honesty, leaving me speechless.

Because if she is not taken care of, protected, and given a sense of security, she is very likely to commit suicide.

If no one is going to be her hero, then I will be her hero.

"Okay, let's hurry to the hospital, or the wound will fester."

"Ah."

I glanced at the little girl, let go of her hand, and then, to her astonishment, picked her up in a princess carry.

"Let's go, Your Highness."

"it is good."

Splash... splash... splash...

The rain was still falling, and the unlucky guy got a much-needed breather, but after catching his breath, he started running again.

The unlucky guy ran and ran and ran until his legs were about to break, but he kept running. Not only was he unlucky, but he was also a scatterbrain. He always forgot to bring an umbrella when he went out, and these days, it had been raining in Yuling City.

As he ran, the unlucky guy caught a cold, but he kept running because he needed to take care of someone, because she needed to go home, and because he had an appointment to keep.