In the darkness, the brunette woman was exhausted. She was lying on the back seat of the jeep, and she was going through the tunnel at this time. Just now, she was almost caught by her enemies and sent to prison. Because of excessive nervousness and the ability to use the stone just now, the woman has no strength at all.

At this moment, the woman remembered a story.

To be precise, she recalled a story in her dream, which was told to her by her sister.

This story has the flavor of myth, and there are also things hidden between the lines like fairy tales.

Too much time has passed, and the woman has forgotten the rhetoric or style of the story, and can only vaguely recall the general content.

Said it was a long time ago——

There was an old man who was contented and happy, with herds of cattle and sheep and endless grains.

His home is not harmed by wind and rain, and his family's life is not troubled by disease.

All this is because he is blessed by God, who loves him and his family.

His current life, property, and family are all gifts from God.

Therefore, he is very devout to worship the gods. He burns his rations for the gods, slaughters cattle and sheep for the gods, lives according to the requirements of the gods, and abides by the harsh living standards set by the gods.

He has never complained at all. For him, following the rules and living rigidly is a supreme pleasure. Although these red tapes are too heavy for ordinary people, people can't understand why he can abide by these rules for a hundred years. But the world respected him for who he was, so they respected the way he lived.

Until one day, he began to accuse people of not strictly obeying God's commandments. His attacks were like raindrops, and they were everywhere. From his neighbors to the people living at the entrance of the village, no one could escape his accusation. These people hid their faces and left in shame.

But in the long run, people find that most people still can't live according to the precepts, which is too difficult for ordinary people, so they don't feel ashamed, but the elderly are isolated.

Gradually, the old man felt that people had become numb to his distressed cries, and he no longer felt ashamed.

It seems people's bottom line is lowered.

For this he was deeply saddened, and he fell on his knees and prayed for two days and two nights, begging the Almighty to save his fallen brethren.

God heard his prayer, and he fell into a deep sleep with heavy eyelids.

Turned into a wisp of smoke in a dream, he said to him:

"Give me your child as a sacrifice so I can bring people to their senses."

After speaking, the old man woke up.

He rose from the prayer rug, first rejoicing at God's promise, then sad.

Because he only has an eight-year-old son, he is already too old, and it is really not easy to get this son.

But his firm belief made him quickly make up his mind, not only for himself, but for everyone.

So he got up early the next morning, and took his only son to the top of the mountain where he was offering sacrifices.

Perhaps disturbed by his early noise, the whole city got up early, and they asked the old man when they saw him.

"What are you doing up so early?"

"Sacrifice for God," he said.

When people saw him bringing the sumptuous and luxurious food and drinks that he would only enjoy at banquets, they thought he was offering sacrifices to the gods.

"What's the use of your extravagance? What's the use of offering sacrifices? As long as you don't despise God, it's enough." People laughed.

"He gives, and he takes back."

The old man took his son and a cart of food up the mountain without even looking at them.

On the top of the mountain, he made the child full and drunk, and drunk the son with rice wine. The old man looked at his child silently. Although his heart ached, he had to do it. He thought in his heart that all this was for God, so he raised his knife ...

At this time, a ray of light appeared, and an angel descended from the sky.

The old man was dazzled by the dazzling light, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

The angel said: "We already know that you are a god-worshiping person, you don't have to sacrifice your son, God is satisfied."

He replied: "What about my fallen neighbors?"

"God has his own arrangement."

After the angel finished speaking, he returned to heaven.

Later, the old man took the child back home, and died at the age of 100 not long after. His son became a leader. He used laws and power to regulate people and brought them back to the simple age.

This is God's arrangement.

But the young man was disturbed. He had seen how corrupt people were in his father's time.

He was afraid that sooner or later, people would make the same mistakes again, so he also prayed to God.

And God answered him in a dream.

"Give me your child as a sacrifice."

Then, the book was closed.

The story came to an abrupt end, and the woman didn't know what happened after that.

Maybe she didn't see it, maybe it was forgotten by her. In this world, people are the only creatures that can selectively forget. This is not necessarily a bad thing for humans. After all, Neanderthals, who were smarter and stronger than Homo sapiens, perished because of being too depressed, and the depression genes in modern humans seem to come from Neanderthals.

But although forgetting is good, there is a limit after all. Some memories are called unforgettable and unforgettable for a lifetime.

The woman clearly remembers how she was punished for reading such a story when she was 15 years old.

And to this day, she still doesn't know why she was punished like this.

That was the shadow of her life.

"Break five fingers."

In front of him, a white-haired woman ordered with a cold voice.

The woman stood in the shadows, unable to see her face, only a long shadow. The shadow became bigger and bigger, as if no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't escape. Even if he hid in the darkness, the shadow was always deeper than the darkness, so that he could show his figure.

This woman is her adoptive mother and her savior. She calls this woman the professor.

"Break five fingers! Will you be locked up for another 3 months before you will be honest?"

Impatient with her overwhelm, the professor ordered in a stronger voice.

On the other side of the darkness, someone reached out to her.

"Let's do it."

Five slender fingers stretched out in front of her.

"Ah Yue, turn on the light and let her see what happens when she doesn't obey." The professor said.

The lights in the confinement room were turned on, and a boy appeared in front of her eyes.

It was a blue-eyed boy with light brown hair and fair skin, one year older than her. His name was Ingolf Arnarsson, and he was a child captured by the professor not long ago.

"Professor, I know I was wrong! Please forgive me, I shouldn't read it, I really didn't know that book was a Bible! I really didn't know!" She cried and begged the white-haired woman in front of her .

"Then tell me who showed it to you, and I'll forgive you if you tell me."

"I, I can't say, I promised, I can't say, I can't say!" She put her head in her hands and shook desperately.

"Do it, it's okay." The boy in front of him said, "Mo Xiao, do it, it's okay."

She raised her eyes and looked at the boy timidly, but the boy didn't have the slightest fear.

So, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, and held his smallest finger.

Push it down as hard as you can.

Generally speaking, even if it is a girl, it will not take too much effort to break a finger with two hands, and the whole process may only take a few seconds.

But in her memory, she worked hard for a full minute, watching the little finger tremble and slowly bend in an impossible direction.

There was only a crisp sound, and the sound of joints and joints slipping resounded in the boundless darkness. The sound was like thunder in her ears, penetrating her brain, and the fingers were like ropes on a gallows, swaying in the air .

She was frightened by the thunder, and she sat down on the ground in an instant.

The boy didn't make a sound, not sure if it was because the pain was beyond what words could express, or because his tenderness was beyond the pain.

"Do you need help? Miss."

The owner of the voice is Wakazuki Uragi, who still makes her feel sick when she recalls it. The blond woman always wears an unashamed attire, smiles flirtatiously, and is in cahoots with the white-haired woman.

"Then you come."

The boy said, his voice twitching because of the rapid panting.

Crouching on the ground, she could clearly hear the sound of water dripping. It was the sound of the boy's sweat dripping down drop by drop.

"If she doesn't want to come, don't force her."

"All right."

Ruo Yue gloated and replied.

Even without looking at her face, from the voice, she could see the distorted face of the woman who was about to laugh.

'Snapped! '

Another one, this time the sound was louder, as if something had exploded in this suffocating tranquility, and it seemed that the pain was far greater than before.

The boy cried out in pain.

But she didn't dare to raise her head, she didn't dare to look, she could only let the voice enter her mind from her ears, creating frightening scenes in her head.

She repeated the three words 'sorry' over and over again.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Then one, and another, and then the last.

The boy's cries became louder and louder, and with the last cry, the cries in the room disappeared, and everything returned to calm. The boy was almost fainted.

The girl hiding in the corner could only hear the sound of water dripping, the boy's panting, vaguely, and Ruoyue's suppressed laughter.

"Very well, then, it's your turn."

The white-haired woman nodded.

Saying that, Ruoyue pulled her up from the squatting ground, grabbed her hand, and handed it to the boy.

Her whole body was paralyzed, and a large area of ​​her body was wet. She wanted to cry, but she was so frightened that she didn't even have the strength to cry.

She didn't know if the boy was watching her crying, because she turned her head aside, like an ostrich would bury its head in the sand when it encountered danger.

"Professor, the young miss peed her pants in fear."

"This kind of courage is really worthless. Compared with your mother, it is far behind."

"Snapped!"

Another crisp sound spread around.

But she didn't feel any pain, her five fingers were still intact, and she could clearly feel that they existed on her fingers.

"Eh?"

"In this way, you will forgive her, right?"

The boy on the side said, sweat dripping from his chin.

"As you said, it's fine for each of us to fold five fingers, and it's the same for me to fold my own."

She turned her head and found that the boy put his ring finger in his mouth, then pressed the finger with his teeth, and broke it abruptly.

Now, she couldn't escape anymore, she watched the boy put his fingers in his mouth one by one, and broke off with great pain, the middle finger, the index finger, and finally the thumb.

The thumb was so strong that the boy bit the last thumb fiercely as if pulling the entire palm off.

A bright red liquid flowed from between his lips, mixed with the sweat dripping on the ground, and she fainted when she saw this scene.

She didn't know much about what happened afterwards, except that the culprit who stole the book, who was her so-called younger sister, Mo You, was unscathed. To this day, even though she has grown up, she can't figure it out at all. The professor treats Mo You as if she treats the air. No matter what she does, the professor will not blame her, or even pay attention to her. At first she thought it was the professor's preference for her own daughter, but slowly, a strange idea came to her mind, the professor seemed to be afraid of something...

She felt her heart beating faster and faster.

Suddenly, a sharp rubbing sound woke her up.

"Slow down." She said to the person in the driver's seat.

She opened her eyes, and the teenager in the seat next to her was still unconscious.

What kind of dream is he having at this moment?

She thought, everyone in the world knows that she is Mo Shixin's favorite adopted daughter and an unborn genius doctor, but the truth is really ironic.

She looked at the sleepy teenager beside her, and felt a little envious of this amnesiac.

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