Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 31: Joke [Extra] Only the mask can understand the clown's sadness (1)

My real name is Jake, I wasn't born very happy, I was born in a family of lumberjacks, my father was a lumberjack, oh. Of course, he was also an alcoholic, my mother she didn't have any steady job, always After changing jobs for a few days, she can barely maintain her family's livelihood with her meager income.

Since I was a child, I have experienced what is called "happiness". I have a grandparent who "loves" me very much. They run an orphanage. They often come to use needles while I am sleeping. my blood.Every time, I was woken up by the pain of the needle.

They always feed me weird stuff and after that my eyelids get really heavy and I just don't know anything.

Every time I wake up, my grandma hugs me in her arms. I am very greedy for this little bit of warmth. Although they have been hurting me all the time, I was sent to my grandparents by my father and mother since I was a child. I have long lost Mother's love and father's love.

Only you are obedient.

Grandpa and grandma will be satisfied with themselves, and only then can they experience the tenderness they are attached to.

In the orphanage, there are actually other children. Their experience is much worse than mine, not the kind of misery they were abandoned when they were young.

The boy who was flaunting his power in front of me a few days ago lay dead at the gate of the orphanage today. His abdomen has been dug open, and all the intestines inside are exposed to the air. Hehe, of course I Know how he died.

This so-called orphanage is just a human laboratory created by my grandparents under the guise of using orphans for their crazy experiments.

I'm lucky, at least I'm their grandson, and they won't use me as an experiment.

Except that they always draw my blood, they will not treat me badly, and other orphans will either be used for experiments and die, or starved to death.

There are very few people who are still alive after the experiment, but their psychology has been twisted to the extreme. They will kill people with knives. Of course, my grandparents will not let them come out to bite people like mad dogs. How wonderful it feels to have them locked together and let them kill each other.

Recently, a little girl with short blond hair was sent in. The one who sent her in was a middle-aged woman. I heard that she was from a circus troupe. She was a widow and had no relatives. The short blond hair The little girl looked at the middle-aged woman coldly, as if she were an enemy.

"This child is called Tracy. I have no ability to raise this child to grow up now." The middle-aged woman looked very sad, her face was full of vicissitudes, and the corner of the little girl named Tracy's mouth With a mocking smile, I noticed that she was holding a few very small robots in her hands.

My grandma, Cyndia, touched Tracy's head lovingly, her eyes were full of obsession, "she is really a cute little girl." It is very suitable as an experimental subject
Tracy was silent, she seemed to know what my grandma was thinking, but there was no panic in her expression, instead she was very calm and calm.

"Then Miss Valletta, please go inside and talk with us." My grandfather Robert said, "By the way, Miss Valletta, do you really have no relatives?" Robert asked seriously, his white face The beard trembled slightly.

"No more." The middle-aged woman responded to Robert, and Robert hid the smile in his eyes, "Well, okay, Miss Valletta, please come with me, my wife, come here as soon as you settle down the little girl." Robert I took the middle-aged woman to the innermost room of the orphanage. I knew what was in that room, and it was the place where my grandparents often experimented.

Cyndia pointed to me and said softly to Tracy: "Oh my dear Tracy, this is my grandson, his name is Jake, he is two years older than you, you go with him Let's have fun and familiarize yourself with the environment." Tracy nodded, and just as Cyndia was about to rush to the room where Robert was walking, Tracy grabbed my grandma Cyndia's clothes.

A look of shock flashed in my grandma Cyndia's eyes, but she quickly covered it up.

"Son, what's the matter, my dear Tracy." My grandma, Cyndia, tried to make her tone as soft as possible. It was completely different from what I usually heard. She always shouted at the orphans at the top of her voice, using Whipping them with a whip, she was completely different from her before and now.

Tracy met her eyes very calmly, "Please, make the experiment more cruel, and it would be best to kill her."

Cyndia smiled, with admiration in her eyes, "Good boy, I promise you."

Cyndia lowered her voice.

"But why do you ask us like this? Do you know what we are doing here?"

"I know that this orphanage is actually a human laboratory. I did this because she killed my father. I hate her very much. If it weren't for her, my father wouldn't have died, and I wouldn't have to hug him." Looking at these robots." Tracy's eyes were red, and there were tears in them, and I noticed that there was a little blood on her white dress.

Cyndia nodded in satisfaction, and walked quickly to the laboratory. I seemed to hear someone moaning in great pain.

Tracy looked at me.

"Are you crazy too? Are you crazy like them?" Her tone became stronger, and I can imagine that if she wasn't shorter than me, she would definitely grab my collar and question me.

"They? Who are they?" I wondered what she was referring to.

"Your grandparents, they are lunatics, and you will be a little lunatic too. One day, everyone will go crazy. Hahahahahaha." She laughed crazily, all her actions were completely out of her age, She looked about seven years old.

I looked at her very angrily.

"My grandparents are not crazy. I think you are crazy. They treat me very well, better than my father and mother."

She sneered.

"It's just a child who lacks love. You yearn for the love of your father and mother? Oh, look at me, look at me, this is the end of having a father's love and a mother's love." Her eyes turned scarlet, and she said a word. The tone of a meal, as if to eat people.

"Look, hahahaha."

I am speechless, I lack fatherly and motherly love, but the girl in front of me must have been terrified because her mother killed her father.

　Juke: Your Majesty, beauty, you are the most conscientious author, even if you give me a lunch box so early, you still introduce myself to me.

　　Your Majesty the Beauty: I feel that what I write is so dark.

　　Jook: No, no, Your Majesty's writing style is the best, I love you!

　　Emma: When will you give me a special episode?

　　Woods: That's right, when is it my turn and Emma's?

　　Riley: Obviously I was the first to receive the lunch box. There is not even a side story.
　　Tracy: Hee hee, my identity has been revealed by His Majesty the Beauty.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)