The Brave Girl and the Great Demon King

Chapter 1 001: Apathy and Schizophrenia
It is nothingness, nothing, no light, no sound, even the existence of oneself will be gradually wiped out, joy and sorrow, all emotions are becoming indifferent and pale, and I don’t even remember what I have lost Important memories, only the last bit of consciousness left, vaguely feeling sad, slowly drifting away into silence, sinking into the bottom of this darkness.

... Alicia.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly I heard someone uttering such a weak call in that distant place, one sound, one sentence, like a slowly dripping drop of water, falling into this abyss of nothingness, flooding A circle of imperceptible tiny ripples, weak, but with an inconceivable determination, stirred the nothingness extremely slowly, driving up the last remaining fragments of consciousness, fluttering, crumbling, and flickering like fireflies The faint light seemed to be responding, following the call to resurface in this terrifying nothingness, flickering on and off.

That, is probably the only evidence that she ever existed.

"Alicia, I'm so hungry..." It seemed like a mournful cry coming from the depths of hell, accompanied by a piercing "cracker" sound, which was a special sound made by scratching the hard door with nails sound.

The time was a few minutes past seven in the morning. The weather was sunny and sunny, but the room was completely dark, and this gray color happened to be the color of Alicia's depressed mood. The girl looked at the time and couldn't help covering her eyes. Focusing her eyes, thinking painfully, how long did she sleep, three hours, four hours... You must know that she lay down in the early hours of the morning after finishing all the work. The noise woke me up.

"Alicia, Alicia..."

The noise continued, the deep and melodious voice yelled regularly in a coquettish tone, and then accompanied by a more regular scratching sound, the noise seemed to be directly hitting the eardrum of the human ear, no matter how They couldn't be quiet, and Alicia had to sit up in surrender, grabbing her short hair, and sighing irritably and vicissitudes.

This is a two-story hut in the old city, with a wooden structure, facing southeast, and in front of a narrow alley is a newly built high-end residence. It is full of new and fashionable high-rise buildings, which tightly block the road from the sun, and put the This hut looks like a small umbrella mushroom behind a tall coniferous forest. It grows curled up in a dark and humid corner, and enjoys the sunshine time every day, which is so short that it can almost be counted in minutes.

Just like this dark alley without sunlight, the activities that take place in this small house are often not so bright.

The second floor of the hut is the living area, while the first floor has been decorated to look like a hospital clinic. Various professional facilities are neatly arranged, which looks a bit like "although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs", but standing outside the door and facing in When you look at it, you will find something unusual. This clinic doesn’t even have a signboard. There is only a notice posted in an inconspicuous corner. The old and yellowed paper is loose and peeling, and it is blown by the wind from time to time. There is a sound, but the ink is still dripping and glaring, vivid and unusual.

"Take the liver, take the kidney, take..."

This is indeed a black clinic without any license qualifications. The only doctor is a young man who calls himself Blanco. He wears a pure white windbreaker, collects weird things, and works part-time in illegal businesses such as human organ trafficking. They were suspicious-looking people, vicious and blood-stained. They often came in sideways and carried them out. It was hard to tell whether their injuries had improved or some vital organs had been lost.

Alicia is renting in this dark hut, a small room in the corner of the second floor, a narrow space of more than ten square meters, a floor that absorbs moisture, swollen and peeling wallpaper, and breeding and raging everywhere. The black spots of mold made every place and every corner of the room exude a poor smell with an old musty smell.

"Alicia, I'm so hungry, I'm getting up and cooking!" Blanco, a professional doctor, organ trafficker, and part-time landlord, was still holding on to the door panel relentlessly, making various noises continuously.

Alicia rubbed her eyes, yawned, stepped on the floor with her bare feet, took two shaky steps, picked up the cards she made before going to bed from the table by the window, checked them one by one, and put them in order , carefully put it into the card bag, and wondered suspiciously, when did she start to be responsible for preparing the landlord's three meals a day, did she help turn off the dry iron pot, or was it suddenly a hundred dollars cheaper? Ola's rent... In short, before she could figure it out, it unknowingly evolved into the current situation, and it has almost become an impossible job to shirk.

Forget it, it’s just cooking. While enjoying the cheap rent, you will inevitably lose something, such as the time to sleep in.

Thinking comfortingly, I changed my clothes, opened the door, and with the creaking sound of the door opening, a white object fell down. Alicia stepped on it unconsciously, and then thought dullly: ah, that The white one is the landlord, and this person is sitting on the floor again, leaning around.

"What to eat?" Alicia asked, wearing an apron.

"Whoa, Alicia, I'm so pitiful. I had an operation all night, and I didn't even drink my saliva. Such a stingy person, no wonder he was chased and hacked... I'm so hungry." Blanco had no image He hugged Alicia's thigh, chattered, couldn't help yawning, and touched his growling stomach.

Although I don't know who Blanco is talking about, I can probably guess that it should be the aftermath treatment of gang fights. Such things often happen in black clinics, so frequent that Alicia has no interest. , kicked Blanco out, and walked over as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, Alicia is in a particularly bad mood today, did she have that dream again?" Blanco asked with a straight face, his deep and pleasant voice seemed to have an irresistible charm, "Well, this time Is it clear, who is there?"

"I don't want to say." Alicia replied very coldly, took out the eggs and gestured outside, saw Blanco nodded, then turned on the fire, knocked the eggs into the hot oil, and the ground sizzled.

"This is not okay, Alicia, it is the most stupid behavior to hide the illness from the doctor, and you will never recover." Blanco wagged his fingers, got up lazily on the floor, moved to the dining table, and said with critical words. Staring at the kitchen door, she said coquettishly, "I want to fry on both sides, fully cooked, salt and sugar."

This is a young man in his twenties, with fair skin and long fingers. When you look closely, you can find that this person has a very good appearance. As long as he wants to, he can show gentleness, elegance and elegance at any time I don't know why, but the doctor's appearance in front of people is usually a perverted rascal side, and he really wants to carve the word "gentle scum" on his forehead, as if he intends to make people hate him.

"Breakfast." Alicia opened the sugar bowl expressionlessly, and a spoon full of white sugar was like flying snowflakes, sprinkled on the white ground of the salty poached egg yolk, and then put the fried poached egg Put it on a piece of bread, put it on the dining table, and continue the topic just now as if nothing had happened, "There is only a very vague shadow, I can't see it clearly, it feels... It should be someone I know, and it feels very familiar."

"Maybe it's a sign that your memory is starting to recover." Blanco answered absent-mindedly, biting the sugar granules on the sweet and salty poached egg.

"You've been saying this kind of thing for more than a year, and you should try to find a fresh excuse to deceive people, quack doctor." Alicia spoke extremely pungent words in her characteristic flat tone without ups and downs.

"Emotional indifference is not a disease that can be cured in the short term. It needs long-term and stable treatment. Don't worry, girl."

"Nosy, overly kind, the body acts against its will...Are you sure this is emotional indifference, not schizophrenia?" Alicia was not moved at all.

"Anyway, they are all mental illnesses. You must know that the sequelae of amnesia are serious and long-lasting. It is not surprising that some new symptoms are added by chance—and, there is another possibility. Maybe it is your original personality, and your personality is caused by amnesia. It’s not too rare to see a major change, and it’s definitely not a problem with my medical skills.” Liandel said indifferently, while picking up the plate with poached eggs, indicating to sprinkle some sugar on it.

To this, Alicia's answer was to pick up the bottom of the whole sugar jar and pour it down. The snow-white sugar granules overflowed the poached eggs and spilled out of the plate. On the floor, Blanco jumped up, shaking the hem of his clothes, and made an angry voice, "Be careful, I will raise your rent!"

According to the results of Blanco's diagnosis, Alicia's emotional indifference caused by amnesia requires long-term and stable treatment before she can recover. The uncontrolled body and occasional intermittent memories always make Alicia suspicious. Whether it is schizophrenia, there is another consciousness in her body that she has not yet realized, such thoughts will inevitably make people feel irritable.

Alicia has no memory of the amnesia that caused many of these symptoms. All her memories start from that day two years ago. In a haze, she seemed to hear someone calling "Alicia", and then she Waking up suddenly, I suddenly came back to my senses, and found myself walking aimlessly on the street, not knowing where I came from, nor where I was going.

(End of this chapter)