Chapter 1555: Living means suffering (IV)
Remembered why her father hated her so much.
Because she was not his daughter, because she was the evil result of her mother's betrayal in marriage. She also remembered the place where her mother went before selling her to those people. She took her to the nobleman in the palace to beg for mercy. She said she was their common daughter, but she was only treated coldly.
She remembered everything.
Because she was a child who should not have been born in this world, and she should not have appeared in this family.
Her eyes looked at the father in front of her with empty eyes.
At that moment.
She was grabbed by the hair by that hand and pulled out of the hiding corner. Her mother rushed over crying and hugged his legs to beg for mercy, but in return she was kicked hard. The father said nothing gloomily. He grabbed her like a puppet and dragged her out of the basement step by step with a cane.
She saw her brother's gloating disgust in her empty eyes.
She saw her mother crying desperately, scratching and tearing.
But everything seemed to be destined.
In the dark night, she was forcibly dragged to the plantation outside the house. No matter how her mother cried and tried to stop her, it was useless. The rough hand threw her heavily in front of the big tree. He gloomily picked up the shovel and shoveled the muddy ground one by one.
She sat there like a puppet, silently waiting for the upcoming destination.
When she raised her head.
She seemed to see the moonlight behind the dark clouds.
At that moment, she once again turned back to the heartless and speechless girl. You locked your heart so that you can live in oblivion.
"Please! Please!! She is my daughter! She finally found me. She suffered so much to get here step by step. You can't take her life! You can't do this!!"
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Her mother rushed over and tried to take away his shovel.
But she was pushed away roughly by that hand.
She cried so hard that she was exhausted. She rushed over and wanted to pick her up and run away with her, but the man pulled her away with gritted teeth. He took out a revolver from his arms and pointed it at her in the dark night.
"No!!"
Bang --
The sound of the gun broke the silence of the whole night.
Countless birds flew into the sky.
In the swaying breeze of the plantation, she sat there empty-handed, with scarlet blood splashing on her cheeks, burning her snow-white dress with scarlet color.
Her mother's body fell on her, and the back of her clothes was quickly stained red by blood, spreading and falling all over her back.
In the cold wind.
Her brother collapsed to the ground and let out that shrill scream.
The man stood there trembling with his gun in hand, blood still gushing from the muzzle. He subconsciously stepped back a few steps, and the revolver in his hand also slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. He looked as pale as if he had lost his soul, and suddenly sat down on the mound.
Those past years emerged more and more clearly in her mind.
The scarlet blood was reflected in her empty eyes.
She hugged her mother's shoulders tightly.
The light in her eyes finally dimmed slowly until it went out.
After more than a year of wandering life, countless setbacks, tossing and turning, she knew that she was not a qualified mother before, and she should not have given birth to her. Maybe when she thought of those things, she should be completely disappointed in her, because some things can only be forgiven once.
But...
She finally climbed up in the blood.
She staggered forward step by step, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
Her little hands covered in blood.
Picked up the gun on the ground.
Her face was without any luster, so dim that it seemed that no color could be filled in.
She pointed the gun at the man who was sitting on the dirt pile in a trembling state.
He murmured.
His black hair was already covered with strands of white hair. He seemed not to see the gun pointed at him. His chaotic eyes looked at his wife who was killed by his own hands and fell in front of him. Finally, he made a suppressed low moan from his throat and suddenly stretched out his hand to his wife in panic.
Bang——
A gunshot.
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When their bodies were found, it was already dawn of the next day.
The local police station blocked the entire manor, and all the people nearby came here and looked at the two couples covered with white cloth.
They all died of gunshot wounds. The murder weapon was an old revolver. There were three bullets in the revolver, two of which were fired. The third was a dud. There were also traces of firing, but the bullet did not fire.
Their young child was crazy. When they found him, he was hiding behind the door, crying and laughing.
The murderer has also been found.
It was a very young girl with a scar on her face. When she was found, she was sitting in the pool of blood of the two bodies. She held a gun in her hand, silent and spiritless. The blood on her body had long dried up, which meant that she had been sitting here for at least a whole night.
No one knew her.
Later, someone came out to testify that he had seen her among many vagrants who went south illegally.
She was charged with murder.
But many people still questioned how a girl of a few years old could get an adult's gun and kill two adults in succession under such circumstances.
And even if she was charged with murder, according to federal law, she could not be executed after the trial.
The final verdict was handed down.
Because of the murder charge, she was eventually sent to a federally funded orphanage and was permanently confined until the day she could bear criminal responsibility.
And from beginning to end, she never defended herself.
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From that time on, her heart was almost dead.
She seemed to have returned to the state of more than a year ago again. Her eyes were empty and unconscious, and she never said a word again. She just kept holding her rag doll for a long time, like a living body without a soul.
The rusty door was pushed open heavily.
The girl in the dress lowered her head, holding her doll, and accompanied by two police officers, she stepped into the orphanage that was forever cut off from freedom.
Her hair grew longer again in the past few months.
And her accusation was recorded truthfully in the orphanage's files.
It was a prison.
In that era when the classical and the ancient times intersected, everything in the ancient times began to be built in a hazy way, but at the beginning of the establishment of all civilizations, they were accompanied by the most primitive barbarity and cruelty.
And this place was no exception.
Cold water poured heavily from head to toe, and the huge iron door was closed heavily. What greeted her was not long-term imprisonment, but a whipping.
Because she had committed murder.
They assumed that such a street child was already an incurable devil's child. After she was whipped to death, she was dragged to the cold room to wait for the arrangement and planning of the next day.
It was as if she had returned to the dark cellar again.
But this time she was alone.
There was no Shirley anymore.
I never met Shirley again.
I don’t know if it was blood or water that soaked her hairline. She dragged her whip-marked body, hugged her doll tightly, and curled up in the cold corner.
The silent moon sky seemed to once again remember the song her mother once sang to her in a low voice.
Only this time.
There was no one else.
Lin En stood in the cold room for a long time like a phantom. He looked at the heartless girl and felt that his whole heart was suppressed and he couldn’t breathe. He wanted to reach out and touch her who was so close, but all he could get through was the phantom separated by endless time.
