Meng Tangan walked this road alone for a long time. For as long as she could remember, no one had ever picked her up when she went to and from school every day.

"Your adopted daughter is quite beautiful."

"It will be more fucking exciting later..."

"Can't something happen? I don't want to go to jail!"

"We are underage, so what are we afraid of? Besides, this little bitch is supported by my family's money. She should have been given to me to play with!"

Several boys surrounded her, making obscene laughs and looking unscrupulously, as if they were looking at a fine product.

The boy from the third uncle's family touched her face and held a camera in his hand: "Tangtang, you don't want the video to be released, right?"

"Let me go!"

No matter how deep my thoughts are, I am only fourteen years old. I have never encountered such a situation. I struggle, scream, and despair to no avail.

Meng Tangan knows that he likes her.

She never dared to tell her elders, because she knew that telling this matter would only cause her to seduce him. She usually avoided it, but she still couldn't escape.

There was a "pop!" sound.

A slap hit her face, which was extremely painful and made her buzz.

"You bitch, you are so shameless, why are you pretending to be reserved with me? Hurry up, guys, someone will come later..."

It was a long nightmare.

She desperately asked for help, struggled desperately, and cried until she couldn't cry a single tear. She looked at the dim night, the lights outside the alley, and the evil smiling faces of each of them. Everything became absurd and slow.

, vague and confusing!

The candies that were held all the way in my hands fell to the ground and rolled down a long distance. They were strawberry-flavored fruit candies, covered in mud.

She hasn't had time to eat yet.

She'll be home in five minutes.

God played a huge joke on her.

"Ah——!"

I don't know who screamed, and unprecedented fear filled everyone's face.

Meng Tang'an dullly felt the blood on his hands, which was sticky and warm, flowing from his cousin.

In her hand, she held a fruit knife.

Stab into the boy's heart!

She looked at the horror on their faces, and suddenly felt a strange twist of joy, falling into a nightmare.

In a trance, I went back to when I was three years old.

My mother fell downstairs and was bloody and bloody.

The blood bloomed beautiful flowers on the floor.

Dad stood next to his mother's body, his hands covered with blood, and looked at her.

Later they all died!

The righteous passers-by finally discovered the anomaly in the alley and said in horror: "What are you doing!!"

Meng Tangan killed someone.

His death was caused by excessive self-defense.

Because he was under 16 years old, he was not sentenced.

That night, she sat in the police station, covered in blood, and only clenched a candy stained with mud in her hand.

The third uncle and the others rushed over and slapped her in the face. The hatred in their eyes was astonishing. Everyone was blaming her, as if she had made a huge mistake, as if her life was disgusting!

Every word is pierced into the scarred body.

"You beast!!"

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have raised you so kindly, what a sin!!"

"Crazy children are indeed crazy!"

"Why don't you die?! Give me my son back!!"

The police stopped their movement and said seriously: "Please calm down, the cause of this incident is your son and three other friends' attempted massacre!"

At that moment, their faces changed in many ways, and finally they burst into tears and stared at Meng Tang'an bitterly, as if they were looking at the most vicious person in the world: "She must have failed to learn well at a young age and seduced our son! She must pay with her life!"

You have to pay with your life!!"

Meng Tang'an remained silent from beginning to end, as numb as a puppet. Their voices fell on her ears, but she couldn't hear a word clearly. There was a strange buzzing sound everywhere in her body. She seemed to hear butterflies flying.

The coming voice penetrated into the heart, flapping its wings and stirring flesh and blood.

Two hours ago, the teacher hugged her.

Two hours ago, she wanted to live well.

No one wants to adopt Meng Tangan, and no one wants to be a classmate with a murderer.

The day she dropped out of school, the teacher held her and cried bitterly, feeling heartbreakingly guilty: "It was the teacher who harmed you! I harmed you..."

If Meng Tangan had not been left to talk that day.

If she had gone home five minutes earlier that day.

Is everything different?

She is only fourteen years old.

Her life is ruined!

"It's not your fault. If there is no today, there will be tomorrow, sooner or later."

Meng Tang'an said this in an extremely calm tone under the teacher's astonished gaze.

Later, she went to another city and a new high school alone, with 10,000 yuan given to her by her teacher in her bank card.

The second before she got on the train, she threw the candy into the trash can!

Meng Tangan is always the most outstanding person everywhere. She is smart, perfect, and beautiful. She quickly got along well with her classmates in the new class.

She has been to many shops and begged many shopkeepers. She just needs to do some odd jobs and have some money.

Half a month later, on Monday, during the school's flag-raising ceremony, she was in charge of reading the speech. When she walked onto the national flag stage, she found that everyone looked at her strangely.

There were noisy voices in the audience, voices that they thought were secretive.

"Is that her?"

"Oh my god, I know people but don't know their hearts. I didn't expect Meng Tangan to be a murderer!"

"I heard that her parents are crazy, so is she!"

"Killing your cousin with your own hands would be terrible..."

Their voices contained the excitement of mastering other people's secrets, a sense of superiority that was countless times cleaner than Meng Tang'an, and the indescribable feeling of watching outstanding people turn into murderers!

This feeling cannot be said to be painful. Maybe it is because I have been used to it for a long time. It is like ten thousand ants gnawing at my heart. Meng Tang'an calmly welcomed their gazes and smiled brighter. The hands hanging by his sides were shaking violently.

.

The teacher stood in the audience and gestured to her to come down.

Meng Tang is not happy!

She proudly stood on the national flag stage, in front of all the teachers and students of the school, with her back straight, and read out the flag-raising ceremony without script!

Until the last word is spoken, the flag-raising ceremony ends.

Amid everyone's weird looks, she bowed and retreated calmly.

A man ran to the toilet and vomited till the sky was dark.

She is going to die.

The scene of her mother lying in a pool of blood and the fruit knife stuck in her cousin's heart alternately appeared before her eyes, driving her crazy!

She couldn't even scream hysterically.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

Why does it hurt so much?!

Why does she feel pain?!!!

She had insomnia all night long, learned to smoke and drink, and cut beautiful scars on her body one after another with a knife. When the bright blood appeared on her young body, it made her both painful and happy.

She rotted in the swamp.

Can't get out.

When she was seventeen years old, Meng Tangan walked out of the psychological clinic with a diagnosis certificate in her hand.
Chapter completed!