Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 67 Tracy 【Extra】Wonderland Without Alice (10) END
I left the hospital.I started a wandering life.

It was ridiculous for me to go from being an ordinary child to becoming an orphan and then becoming a waif.

I have been wandering on the street for several days, I have not eaten for a long time, my stomach pain has been tormenting me, and my reason has been telling me not to go to the things in the trash can.

Yes, I am the son of Tianjiao.

I thought with self-deprecation.

When I thought I was going to starve to death on the street like a little match girl and freeze to death on New Years, I was taken in by a middle-aged woman who owned a watch shop .

But her son died of illness, and she treated me like her own daughter, and her husband seems to have served in the military, so his life or death is still unknown.

Although she is not very old, she looks sick, with yellow skin, and her eyes are already blurred. The watch shop does not have much business.

I can fix a lot of clocks, but it doesn't take long.

But how can children see the same way as adults, too?

They only think that it is unreliable for children to repair clocks and watches. There are so many cumbersome mechanical procedures. It takes an adult several days, and a child can do it in less than an hour. Who will believe it?
I want to show my talents, but they just think I am grandstanding, my talents cannot be shown, which is really bad.

The person who took me in was Claes Besari.

Her physical condition was very bad, and the doctor issued a critical illness statement several times, but she refused to go to the hospital for treatment, which was too expensive.Unless the watch shop is sold, she said, if the watch shop is sold, she will have no memory at all.Such a good wife, or rather a good mother?
Thinking of this makes my heart ache inexplicably.

After that, I got a deal with a circus.

I hate circuses, but because of Miss Klass's illness, I have to accept it.

She was originally a monster severely burned by the flames. She was called a monster because she grew into a spider-like deformity. I have never seen such a terrifying person. Her tone was very hoarse and cautious, as if she was afraid of offending me.

Her request was for me to attach robotic arms to her eight claws, which was insane.

But I really need this money too much. Miss Klass's illness can't wait any longer.

After I helped her dress it up, I got the money as I wished. Although I hate circuses, I still know how to reciprocate.

Then I persuaded Miss Klass to go to the hospital, but I found that the hospital was like a bottomless pit, and the money was quickly used up.

I don't have enough money to maintain Miss Klass's treatment, so I can only sell the watch shop.

I know I'm doing it wrong, but I've made it clear to the buyer that I will continue to lease the store, and that I will redeem the store in the future.

I thought God would bless Miss Klass to get well, but news came from the army that Miss Klass's husband was dead.

Miss Klass couldn't bear the grief any more, and jumped from the window on the top floor of the hospital.

Although the army had condolence money, it was pitifully small, and all those expenses were used for Miss Klass' funeral.

Although it is not grand, it is just a memory of the deceased.

The hospital also refunded the money, but only kept the watch shop's rent for one month. When I thought everything would be fine, God gave me another blow, waking me up from an unrealistic dream.

No matter how hard I tried, it was useless. No one believed in my talent at all. I started to learn some simple medical skills, maybe I will use them in the future.

Once when I went out, I met a boy with a broken leg who was unconscious on the street, blood was still oozing from his leg, his fiery red hair reminded me of a little madman.

But his face has been scratched beyond recognition, I can't identify him, I carried him to the shop, he is too light, I don't feel heavy at all.

I helped him treat the wound with simple medical skills, and then helped him install a mechanical leg.

If he doesn't pretend, he will die from wound infection.

After being in a coma for several days, he woke up.

His eyes were the same blue as the little madman's, but his eyes were stained with a gloomy, depressed look.

He said, his name is Joker, not the little madman I said,
I think he is, but he won't admit it anyway.

I kept him for a few days on the grounds that his leg was recovering gradually.But I found that he didn't want to have too much communication with me at all.

At the moment of sending him off, I read the name of the little madman.

He didn't look back, he left.

I never found the little madman again.

The day before the store was due, I received a letter.

Dear Tracy Reznick:

I am your most loyal friend, here you will find the old person you want to find, and here, you will fulfill all your wishes and get a rich manor treasure, I sincerely invite you to come to Join our game at Winston Manor, this is your sanctuary, may you fall asleep with the singing of the nightingale and find your lost self.

lady nightingale
I hooked the corners of my mouth, is the old friend I'm looking for?Is it the father and the little madman?While I don't believe people can come back from the dead, I have nowhere to go right now.Winston Manor?It seemed like a good place to go, so I put away the robot made by my father that I always carry with me.

So what about the former Tianjiao's son, isn't he struggling to make ends meet?
Look around surrounded by flames.

Looking at the hallucinations of the little madman in my brain.

"We have been missing the first half of our lives. I hope that before the end of the second half"

"Say something to you."

"Sorry, I Love You."

I laughed.

Alice can't be in Wonderland forever.

The Mad Hatter can't protect her forever.

You are my only salvation in the world.

Just like I was your salvation before.

Burn up in the fire with my sins.

　When did I say I gave up writing?How could I not know as an author?
　　Also, is it too much to say that grass grows on my grave?No matter what it means, it's really too much to say, ok?

　　What is the difference between such a personal attack and the consequences of ky?
　　I hate when characters heavily embody their own emotions to spread negativity.

　　I am disappointed.

　　Valletta's side story is not going to be written [If you like Valletta, don't call me QAQ].

　　
　
(End of this chapter)