Why it never ends

Chapter 3 Mutation
"Boheng? What are you doing here—"

As soon as Sister Gerding spoke, she saw the answer—beside Boheng and Hesta, there were many flat old newspapers.

"Miss Gerding..." Bo Heng's face turned pale for an instant, but he calmed down quickly.

He blocked his newspaper clipping with his body, and quietly pushed it to Hesta behind him.

Hesta quickly understood, she took the book calmly, covered the book with asbestos cloth indiscriminately, and stuffed it under the iron cage.

"I always thought you were a good boy..." Sister Gerding blushed, her chest was heaving with violent panting, "How dare you—how dare you—"

"Please don't be angry, Miss Gerding." Bohen stood up suddenly, so as to attract the nun's attention.

The nun picked up an old newspaper casually, and threw it on Bo Heng. The newspaper made a terrifying "crawling" sound, and the nun said angrily, "Why didn't I let you read these things, remember?"

Bo Heng: "Because...we are not yet capable of distinguishing right from wrong, exposure to all kinds of disturbing information from the outside world at this time will make our thoughts complicated, so...it is easier to go astray, and it is easier to be chelated. erosion."

Hesta also stood up: "Miss Gerding, I was so hungry that Tuo Boheng sent me some food. In addition, I always wanted to hear the stories outside, so this time—"

"Enough! I don't believe the nonsense of you two anymore."

Gerdin felt a rush of blood rushing to her forehead, and everything in front of her eyes was even a little blue. She had to hold on to the wall beside her so as not to fall, and Boheng hurried forward to support the nun's arm.

After a while, Gerdin felt a little relieved, and her eyes swept over the old newspapers on the ground again. It was only then that she noticed that many newspapers had square-sized gaps—obviously cut past traces.

Gerding frowned: "What are you doing? Making newspaper clippings?"

"I……"

"What about the things you cut out? Where did they go?"

"...I'm sorry." Bo Heng lowered his head, but he didn't answer the question directly at all—it was impossible for him to answer the question himself.

Sister Gerding became angry again, but this time she didn't yell at Boheng, but whispered her confession in the direction of the window with a trembling voice.

When the confession was over, she first took off the key from Boheng's neck, then lifted the boy by the back collar, pushed him into the iron cage that previously locked Hesta, and mercilessly buckled the key. Lock.

"I'll deal with you later..." After saying this, the nun turned her eyes to Hesta sternly, "Hesta, come here."

Hesta took a step back instinctively, "...I should be punished together with Boheng, Miss Gerding."

"Do you think you can escape? We'll talk about the punishment later!" Gerding snapped, "I don't know who the dean heard about the incident during the day, and she said she would talk to you in person—you Follow me to the dean's lounge now!"

Hesta was obviously taken aback, "...Now? At this time?"

"Yes, right now."

Hesta glanced at Bo Heng—this is good news, at least the dean will not be as unreasonable as Sister Gerding.Moreover, go talk to the dean about Boheng now, maybe she can help to ask Sister Gerding for a favor...

"Don't be dawdling!"

Hesta didn't stay any longer, she followed Sister Gerding towards Abbot Alma's lounge.

Dean Elma is the oldest person in St. Anne's Abbey. She and Miss Gerding are like the loving mother and strict mother here. Whenever the children are punished by Miss Gerding for various mistakes, Ai Dean Erma will try every means to alleviate the pain the children have to bear.

It's just that about a month ago, the old dean accidentally fell down in the cellar and broke both hands, so Miss Gerding will arrange everything this month.

Without the protection of Dean Alma, everyone lived in fear.

Almost to the rest room, Miss Gerding's footsteps suddenly slowed down, and she looked back at Hesta, "Now the dean is still recuperating, you are not allowed to mention to her about Boheng tonight—if If you still have a little conscience, don't let her worry about you any more!"

"...Okay, Miss Gerding." Hesta replied in a low voice, she could feel Miss Gerding's suppressed choking, and her red eyes—the nun must be feeling sorry for the headmaster at this moment .

Both of them stopped talking until they came to the dean's lounge.

"Headmaster Alma needs a good night's sleep now," Sister Gerding reminded again, "I'll wait for you here, don't stay in there for too long, come out as soon as possible."

"Okay." Hesta breathed a sigh of relief - as long as Miss Gerding didn't enter the room with her, then she could have a deep talk with the dean.

Hesta bowed to Sister Gerding, turned around and opened the door and stepped into the rest room.

This lounge is also the office of the dean. The old man both lives and works here, and Hesta is very familiar with it.

Only today, as soon as she entered the door, she smelled a foul smell. She quickly walked to the wall and opened the window to let the air in. In the past, the windows here were always open, but tonight they were tightly closed.

There was no light in the lounge, but a dim white candle, as in medieval times.The soft light of the flames reflected the outlines of all the furnishings in the room.Hesta saw a stack of documents pressed on the desk by the window, and a dry pen was pressed on the paper. The tip and body of the pen were dusty, and it seemed that no one had used it for a long time.

Hester picked up the pen, wiped it carefully with his own clothes, then capped the pen and reinserted it into the holder.

A familiar voice came from the bed not far away, "Jane? Is that you."

Hesta immediately turned around and responded, "It's me, Dean."

The candlelight beside the bed illuminated the gauze on the bed, and behind the gauze, Alma's shadow loomed.

"come on."

Hesta trotted over immediately. She looked at the dean behind the gauze tent, and remembered the weak voice of the old man just now, and suddenly felt a little sour.

"You're in trouble again." The old man's voice carried a slight smile. "I heard what happened during the day from Flassan, so I asked Miss Gerding to call you over... Do you want to eat that squirrel?"

Hesta's face suddenly turned red, and she looked down at her toes. Although she wanted to say a lot, she couldn't utter a single word.

A burst of laughter came from behind the gauze, "It's okay, Jane."

"I know it's wrong." Hesta said softly, "It won't happen in the future."

"No, no, no... Jane, you are right." Dean Alma's voice trembled with the old man's characteristic, "Squirrels... are very delicious."

For a moment, Hesta thought he heard it wrong, until a hand wrapped in gauze stretched out from the gauze tent, and it was spread out in front of Hesta's eyes—a rotten blood rat lying impressively in the palm of the old man.

Following the corner of the lifted gauze, Hesta finally realized the source of the stench in the room—Dean Alma's bed was covered with dead squirrel skins, and she was sitting here stinking bloody. Among mountains of rotting flesh.

Under the gauze curtain of the bed, a pale and haggard old man's face approached slowly. She was extremely thin, but her eyes were swollen like never before.

At this moment, that inhuman face showed a kind smile again.

"If you want to eat, just eat, right now...I'll watch you eat."

(End of this chapter)