Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 92 Sharon ([-])

It was dark now.The children take a break every half an hour after practicing. Girls have good body flexibility and are more enjoyable to watch when doing martial arts than boys.

Chris has taught a mixture of radio gymnastics and martial arts to the children. The children are very perceptive and learn quickly. Later, he had to create some aerobics to teach them, which made him digest even more. Many potions.

However, Chris feels that the digestion of potions is still linear in general. He can feel that every time he teaches the children an action, a small part of the potion will be digested in the body, but it is still far from complete digestion of the potion. In the end, There seems to be some difficulty.

It has nothing to do with me. The method of digesting potions is correct, which is to teach children the knowledge of fighting. However, I always feel that there are still some details that I have not done. If I can do it, I can digest it completely...

Christo held his chin and thought. The oak tree shaded the entire yard. Through the gap, he saw a rising red moon.

The children are resting inside and preparing for dinner.

This time they had white bread and broth, not a layer of lard with thin slices of meat floating on it, but real broth, at least the kind sold in restaurants.Many of them had never had such a luxurious dinner in their memory.

"Thank you to the goddess for giving us a wonderful life, thank you to the goddess for giving us such rich food, let us praise the goddess..."

The children followed Windsor in prayer with their eyes closed, and painted the prayer gestures of the Church of the Night Goddess on their chests.

Chris was embarrassed to eat with the children. In fact, Windsor usually ate little better than the children.

A little girl quietly poked her head out with a piece of bread. Seeing Chris sitting outside, she coyly tore off half of the bread in her hand and handed it to him.

Chris tied the girl's hair behind her ears, pinched her face, and said with a smile, "You can eat."

The girl tugged at the hem of his clothes, looked down at his toes, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Chris, after...will you still come to see us?"

She didn't consider that she would be leaving in a month.At least the children in the workhouse can see the sun tomorrow, and at this season, at least they won't freeze to death.

Windsor rubbed her hands and walked out. She was wearing an apron. She didn't look like the director of a children's workhouse, but looked like a cook in a rich family.

"Windsor, are the children so good?"

Chris looked at the girl walking in and asked the question he had been thinking about.

Logically speaking, although the children taken in by the workhouse are young, most of them are children who have no relatives and live on the streets. They have not received much education. They should be noisy in the workhouse, but the children are very quiet.

"Unbehaved children will not enter the workhouse. Even if they are unbehaved outside, they have to restrain themselves here. How dare they make a noise?"

Windsor did not mention that when the workhouse was first built a few years ago, the poor from other workhouses came here to get a share of the pie, but there were not enough beds, and even if there were, they would not be given to them. When this place was built, it was exclusively for street children. Home.

Of course, those old people would not give up easily. They were people who would fight for a piece of bread, but there was a child who always stood between the children and those people, opening his arms to block them.Windsor had never seen such a disobedient and noisy child, and had never seen a child covered in scars who still gritted his teeth and refused to take a step back, as if he was guarding not the children's almshouse, but his entire world.

The child was later taken away by the police, and Windsor never saw him again, but his name was deeply imprinted in her mind.

Windsor pulled back the thoughts that were racing in her memory and continued slowly: "And even the most naughty children will become very obedient when they see the madam. If you are so kind, the madam will be very happy when she knows."

She met Chris's surprised look and said in surprise: "Don't you know Mrs. Sharon? When the almshouse was built, Mrs. Sharon also donated a large sum of money. And she sometimes came back to give to the children. Read the story."

Chris suppressed the fear in his heart and kept his voice from trembling: "Have you seen the book she read? Is it purple?"

"Chris, why do you care about this?" Windsor smiled nonchalantly, "I think so, I can't remember clearly."

"it's okay no problem."

Chris pretended to be calm, but his heart was already surging like a stormy sea and he couldn't calm down for a long time. He didn't expect that Mrs. Sharon would dare to do something to the child.

He knew that Mrs. Sharon's purple book was a transcendent item, but he didn't know the specific function. When Mrs. Sharon hypnotized him, he didn't feel anything.

After dinner, the children didn't have much rest, so they gathered around Chris and asked him to watch and practice again.

When Chris met those innocent eyes, he suddenly had the urge to cut Mrs. Sharon into pieces.

There wasn’t that much description of Mrs. Sharon in the original work. She was just an extraordinary person who seduced married men to digest the “pleasure” potion.She was later killed jointly by Klein, Dunn, and Cornley, and she had nothing to do with the great smog that swept through Backlund.

But now, Mrs. Sharon seemed to be Chris' number one enemy. He knew that the other party was a dangerous person, but he couldn't find a way to inform others.

Notify Albert that her purple book is a supernatural object, or that a spirit flew into her house to see if there is a "Chick" statue in the safe?
It’s not that Chris hasn’t thought about it this way, just like he had considered killing Lanerwus before he became a Beyonder. He knew that Cornley died in the operation to capture Mrs. Sharon, and he also wanted to Ke Enli was rescued, but he felt that it was too early-"it is not necessary to affect the world line".

Chris has not yet entered the timeline in the original work, and he cannot judge what impact he will have on the world line after making various choices.If some major choices lead to changes in the world line, although the underlying world view will not change, the specific plot will definitely become different from before, and then one of his major advantages will disappear.And all this can only wait for time to pass.

While he was thinking blankly, the children had already lined up in a small square formation in the yard and were practicing the martial arts he taught.The eldest of them is only 12 years old, but they learn quickly. They just studied for one afternoon and have already mastered it.

"That's great," a lonely applause sounded from the door, "Is this artistic gymnastics?"

It was a voice that was very familiar to Chris.

Mrs. Sharon wore a pure white dress and walked across the square on cat steps. The children unconsciously separated and followed this pure and flawless woman with their eyes.

(End of this chapter)