Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 55 Thistle. I deserve it

However, it's not the time to think about that photo that doesn't matter to me, the important thing now is to save Naibu.

Marta found some bandages, some anti-inflammatory water, painkillers and hemostatic medicine in Emily's medicine cabinet, as well as a few white towels.

Marta first used a towel to stick anti-inflammatory water and hemostatic medicine, and then went to compress Neb's bleeding back.

She then found signs of a severe fracture in Naib's right arm.

Marta directly lifted the sleeve on Naibu's right arm. Although Naibu was said to be a mercenary, he was unusually white.

The joint of the right arm has been severely fractured, and the strong pressure completely crippled the arm.

I don't know if it will get better.

This is a hard question to ask.

Marta also applied anti-inflammatory water, although the effect is not very great, but it is better than no application, then apply painkillers, and wrap it with a bandage.

The injury on his back was obviously not as bad as his broken right arm, and the bleeding stopped after applying anti-inflammatory water and hemostatic medicine on his back.

And the crow hovering above their heads also flew away because they lost interest in blood.

Marta took the remaining towel and walked towards the dilapidated fountain next to the pavilion, where there was water.

The water is not very clear, but a bit dirty.

But it can be used. Martha put the towel into the fountain, and the water quickly spread on the towel and got wet quickly.

Marta lowered her eyes. She didn't know how far the generator had been repaired, but she only hoped that it could be done before it was finished.

Don't look for that monster.

She no longer has a gun.

You can only carry one person on your back at a time.

She will not be able to choose then.

Marta put a wet towel on Emily's forehead, Emily's lips were already pale, and she looked a little cold.

Marta always felt something ominous.

But the surroundings were unexpectedly quiet.

She could even hear her breathing.

Tracy is focused on fixing the generator.

As everyone knows, it is not far from her.

Valletta was looking at her, eyes full of reluctance and guilt, Valletta's forelimbs rested on the wall beside her.

She watched Tracy quietly like this, she wanted to go forward, but Tracy would run away, Tracy hated her.

She knows it.

Tracy wanted her dead.

She also knows.

Because she is a murderer.

The husband who killed her was also Tracy's father.

She did not accompany Tracy in her childhood, which made her lose her childhood happiness.

It's not that she didn't hear that sentence, she just woke up and realized it was too late.

My beloved was lying in a pool of blood, and the murderer was me, so I couldn't sleep all night.

She had no way to escape the police with Tracy, and she sent Tracy to an orphanage.

But they didn't expect that the orphanage was a human laboratory, and when they injected the spider syringe into their bodies, they had already become a monster.

In the flames, she crawled out dragging her scorched body surrounded by spider silk. She had nowhere to go but joined a circus.

It was a profession she had loved before.

But her body has been entangled with spider silk and deformed, and her face has been burned beyond recognition.

She became popular for a while because her limbs were covered with spider claws, but the people in the circus didn't treat her well and used her as a tool to make money.

Abandon her when she is no longer popular, the spider claws on her limbs can no longer support her body.

Years of accumulated scars prevented her spider claws from crawling normally.

She realized it too.

It is right to correct the mistake once it is known, but it is irreversible to know the mistake too late.

She received a letter from the manor at a time of desperation.

And it says it can help her find her daughter, Tracy.

She really didn't dare to think that Tracy could survive in that place disguised as an orphanage human laboratory.

But she can't choose, if she doesn't go, she will die too.

Now I see Tracy.

All he got in exchange was disgusted eyes and the idea of ​​putting her to death.

"I deserve what I deserve."

She let out a sigh, and two lines of tears ran across her bloody face. She felt pain on her face, and her bloody face would also feel heart-piercing pain because of the tears.

Just like the scars in a person's heart, they will never heal, and they will be torn apart again when they form a scab. It is bloody and shocking.

She must pay for the evil deeds she has done, and only death is the real way of atonement.

"Xiao Te, I love you too."

She closed her eyes, and an ugly smile was drawn from the corner of her scorched mouth.

She hasn't cried or laughed for a long time, and she lives numbly and mechanically in this dark world.

lingering and panting.

Despite the heinous things she did, she still wanted to protect what she wanted to protect.

"If you die at your hands, you should be free, right? My little Te, after the hatred dies, you have to live strong."

You already have the courage to live alone.

　I will try my best to describe this dark and somewhat human carnival game.

　　Everyone has a conscience, but they have lost it in a world where humanity is gone.

　　How to atone for it?Pay for it with death.

　　In this world of suffering, whose salvation are you?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)