2025-01-07 10:39:33"Have you seen enough?" Throwing away Ennis who was already unconscious, Mia looked up at the narrow door leading to the backyard. Her red lips pulled up into an extremely twisted smile, and she reached out to pick up the rusty knife and walked towards the man who had been standing there for who knows how long.
If the other party had the guts to confront her, she would still respect him as a man, but now?
Looking at the small puddle dripping under Wright's feet, Mia curved her eyes. A waste dared to run to someone else's house and embarrass himself?
She walked to Wright and stopped, and asked gently, "Do you want to go by yourself or do I send you out?"
Wright, with the herb-chopping knife on his neck, was shaking like a sieve.
He didn't understand why he couldn't move in front of this little girl. Obviously, her thin body looked like she could fall down with a push, but he couldn't reach out to do anything to her. Instead, his mind was blank and he couldn't even control his body.
"Why don't you speak?" Mia exerted a little force on her hand, and a bloodstain appeared on Wright's neck, "Are you mute?"
How can I know what choice you want to make if you don't speak?
Mia raised her hand to cover her nose, trying to block the increasingly unpleasant smell in the room, and frowned slightly.
What she wanted to do most now was to lie down on the bed and have a good rest, giving this severely injured body a chance to buffer. She really didn't want to continue wasting time with such a person.
"I... I will go by myself..." Wright seemed to be unable to see the weird and twisted smile, and he felt that he finally had the ability to speak, and he stammered.
For a moment, he had the illusion that Arthur was disemboweled by his daughter.
The pair of brown eyes that should have a warm background looked dull, as if covered with a layer of dust, without any luster, and wanted to drag everything she looked at to hell...
"Very good." Wright shuddered unconsciously when he heard the girl's obviously happy voice.
What kind of person would be so happy after his father died and his face was ruined?
He moved his body carefully and found that the terrible knife did not move with him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But looking at the girl's dull and lifeless eyes, he couldn't think of any resistance.
For a moment, he felt that the other party really wanted to kill him. This feeling came inexplicably, but it really hit him, making him dare not do anything rash, including any resistance.
And is resistance useful?
Wright asked himself in his heart and got a negative answer.
When facing a crazy person, the best way is to stay away from her and not let this madness break out on yourself.
He had no doubt that if he had any consciousness of resistance, he would be stabbed by the other party, which was definitely not the result he wanted.
Wright convinced himself that he was not cowardly or courageless, but just made the right choice.
"You forgot one thing." Seeing that Wright was about to walk to the door, Mia suddenly said, "Take Ennis with you~"
Her voice was cheerful and light, but in Wright's ears it sounded like a demon demanding his life. How could someone say such terrible words in such a relaxed tone?
The girl's originally clear voice instantly became a thin steel wire around the man's neck, forcing him to turn around and look back to grab his brother's body.
Huh?
Wright was stunned as he touched the warm body, and his eyes, which were not very focused, finally had a little spirit. Ennis was not dead?
"Are you happy?" Mia squatted beside him with the rusty guillotine in her hand, and asked with a smile. Her brown eyes looked sparkling and beautiful under the broken light of the street lamp outside.
But Wright was even more afraid.
What is more terrifying than a madman?
It is a madman who has no humanity and has been completely twisted!
He felt that the little girl in front of him was such a person. Perhaps witnessing the death of his brother gave her too much stimulation. This originally timid and cowardly girl has gone completely crazy. She looks like she will stab the people around her with the knife in her hand at any time, and she doesn't care about it.
Maybe she will tear out their internal organs after disemboweling them, just like the murderer who killed her father...
Wright knew that he shouldn't be so afraid of a little girl. She was so small and thin, and it seemed that she could be knocked down with just one finger, but he couldn't control his heart.
His body was getting colder and colder, and he trembled slightly unconsciously. He silently lowered his head to help Ennis up, and dragged his brother out of the herbal medicine shop with great effort.
This place is simply a hell on earth. God has released all the devils!
Drag Ennis, Wright hurriedly left this place he never wanted to step into again in his life.
"Mia?" Perry, who was hiding beside Anne, saw two figures leaving the herbal medicine shop. She walked hesitantly to the door of the herbal medicine shop, trying to make sure that the person left here was Mia and not someone else.
"I'm fine, just a little tired." Mia's figure appeared at the door, with a trace of fatigue on her face, looking fragile and shaky.
She really felt a little tired.
She was seriously injured, and she should have rested well at this time, instead of fighting with the scum.
Now that the matter has been resolved, people relax and all kinds of problems that were ignored because of anger resurface. The pain of the wound and the fatigue of the body suddenly emerged, so she could no longer ignore it. "I think I need to have a good sleep now, and the rest of the things will be solved after I wake up."
The body of a fourteen-year-old girl is really not strong enough to stand here and solve various follow-up problems after suffering such a serious injury and spending so much energy - such as Anne.
"I know, I know." Perry said repeatedly as she looked at Mia holding the door frame, with sympathy for her in her heart.
What a poor girl, she encountered so many things in one day, and now she really needs a good sleep to restore her strength.
Facing the half of Mia's face that was not injured, Perry felt very pitiful, "I'll help you send Anne to the room."
Things are already bad and can't get any worse. Now they can't do anything else except rest well.
"Thank you, Perry. I really don't know how to deal with these things without you." Mia sighed, facing Perry with her intact face, and said gently with tears in her eyes.
I feel like a scum who deceives the feelings of a decent woman.
The current situation is bad enough. She really doesn't want any unexpected situation to happen again. She can only pretend to be a little white rabbit to deceive people's sympathy.
Perry, who has been busy taking care of Anne and Arthur, didn't know what this girl who looked like a wounded little white rabbit had done in the herbal medicine store before. She just patted her hands with pity, held Anne with one hand and Arthur with the other hand, and sent them to the room behind the herbal medicine store together.
I didn't notice that Mia always faced herself with her uninjured face, even when she walked.
"I'll come again tomorrow morning. You and Anne have a good rest." Perry said to Mia after helping Anne to the bed.
The poor girl is now shaky and needs someone to take care of her.
Mia didn't say anything, just hugged Perri tightly and watched her leave.
She was really tired and in pain, and urgently needed enough sleep to restore some energy.
Without thinking about the problem, Mia wrapped herself in a quilt and fell asleep quickly.
If there is anything, wait until she wakes up, she really can't stand it now.
Mia slept until the afternoon of the next day.
The head was cut open and the person was blown away directly. If this happened to someone else, he would have died long ago - Marina herself was indeed dead, so it was not a strange thing that Mia slept for almost a day.
But the pain that remained in her body still made her feel like there was a hammer hitting her head regularly, and the injured half of her face was like a needle rack, it hurt even when she didn't move, not to mention the muscles on her face that were pulled when she got up, it was so painful that she shed tears physiologically and her eyes were red.
This kind of problem can't be solved immediately, she can only get through it slowly.
And there is also the matter of the herbal medicine store.
Mia turned her head and looked out the window. The bad weather in London has not changed at all in the past hundred years. People walking on the streets in heavy fog can be trampled to death directly if they don't rely on the sound of horse hooves to distinguish. It is really too unfriendly to the injured.
But she has no way to change her living environment now.
Although having a real identity is troublesome, it is indeed easier to integrate here than making up an identity out of thin air or buying an identity.
Especially with her current physical condition.
I looked down at the hands that were not deformed but covered with calluses. I touched them and they looked good at first glance, but the skin was a bit rough. No matter how you look at it, this appearance does not look like someone who lives a life of luxury, not to mention the scar on his face.
In this situation, it is really difficult to buy a suitable identity for yourself. There are too many things to consider.
Mia didn't even think of leaving Anne a large sum of money and running away. She should adapt to her current identity and run the herbal medicine store well.
Apart from anything else, at least she is qualified in the knowledge of herbs, which can always be of some use, right?
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