In the weird second dimension of killing gods

Huo Xia thought about it and made a gesture to the female psychologist that could be complained of sexual harassment.

"Understood!"

The female psychologist understood immediately, thought for a moment, and spoke again: "Mr. Huo, I want to ask a question."

"You said."

"Is that friend you're talking about yourself?"

"No, absolutely not!" Huo Xia quickly denied.

The female psychologist nodded slightly and said calmly and professionally: "Mr. Huo, based on the situation you described, I suggest you call the police directly.

There was an unquestionable firmness in his voice.

Huo Xia hummed softly, and his expression instantly became awe-inspiring.

The female psychologist continued, "From your expression and words, I guess you are not yet an adult, so calling the police is the best way to protect yourself. You can report that your adoptive mother molested you."

However, Huo Xia quickly corrected him: "No, it's my friend's story."

"Then ask your friend to call the police."

Huo Xia lowered his head, put his hand on his chin, and fell into deep thought.

The female psychologist's proposal was undoubtedly tempting to him.

He could even imagine what a funny scene it would be if the police were called and the culprit known as "elf" was sent to jail.

Lingyin set her identity as her mother on her own, so why can't I report her and let Lingyin die socially directly?

I am not the male version of the protagonist in some ghost mother movie. Reporting the adoptive mother who violated me is the right choice.

Wait!

But then, Huo Xia thought of a problem that could not be ignored, and shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid not."

The female psychologist looked at him quietly, her eyes as firm as iron, her tone firm and powerful.

"I understand your concerns, and I will call the police for you."

"It's not me, it's my friend."

The female psychologist nodded slightly, as if she was ready to pick up her phone and end this abnormal relationship at any time.

At this point, Huo Xia could only helplessly tell the truth: "From the perspective of society, she is not an adoptive mother, but a biological mother."

This sentence was like a bombshell, shocking the female psychologist instantly. Her expression became stiff, as if she was petrified, and she even forgot to breathe.

Everything around seemed to be still at this moment, with only Huo Xia's breathing echoing in the air.

After a while, the female psychologist took a deep breath, stood up tremblingly, and turned around.

"Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."

Huo Xia suddenly said, "You won't tell this to anyone, will you?"

"No, I won't." The female psychologist's voice was trembling. "Please believe in my professional ethics as a psychologist. I will never disclose the client's private information!"

Huo Xia did not comment on this, but stood up and said, "Please do not tell anyone about my affairs in any way."

Spells, strange taboos!

As soon as the words fell, the female psychologist's mind was instantly scarred, but she herself did not notice it and just told Huo Xia not to worry.

After a moment, Huo Xia walked out of the ward and strolled casually in the hospital corridor.

It was a wasted trip.

Huo Xia sighed in his heart. He felt that his mental state was not very good and he needed some psychological treatment. His interpersonal relationships were too complicated.

The ethical mother who lives in my head.

The biological mother as recognized by the world and history.

A mother in the sense of knowing the supernatural world.

There are also various other messy relationships between men and women.

Don’t even mention psychotherapy, just saying it is explosive!

"Let's just give up on the treatment...I feel pretty good about it anyway."

Huo Xia's body seemed to have been drained of its last bit of strength, and she felt like she was trapped in a swamp, unable to break free. In the end, she could only sit down on the bench next to her and let herself indulge in depression.

Snapped!

The moment he sat down, a girl at the other end of the bench suddenly jumped up like a rabbit that was greatly disturbed, and her reaction caught Huo Xia's attention.

That was a beautiful girl.

Her violet hair sparkled in the sun, dotted with tiny specks of light, as if every strand held the secret of the sea of ​​stars.

The moon-shaped decoration shines quietly on the side of her hair, like the brightest star in the night sky, making people unforgettable at first sight.

The pupils are bright silver, like gems forgotten by the world, sparkling with charming light.

Her dress was simple, but it highlighted the girl's graceful curves.

Such a beautiful girl would surely make a man obsessed with her and even give everything for her.

If there wasn't the obvious disgust in his eyes.

The look in her eyes was as if she was looking at a dirty cockroach or a disgusting maggot.

Deep within this disgust, there lies despair and fear.

Ah…"

A low and unclear sound came out of the girl's throat, which could neither turn into a scream of fear nor condense into specific words.

Huo Xia lowered his eyelids slightly, his inner thoughts surging like a tide.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly raised his eyes. There was no longer the previous frustration in his eyes, but a charming light flashed in them.

It was a kind of pure look that only young people possess, revealing their longing and expectation for someone.

Just a glance, and it seemed that the only thing reflected in his pupils was the girl opposite him.

"Yoshiro Tsukino! I'm your fan!"

Following these words, Huo Xia stood up excitedly, hurriedly took out a pen and paper from his pocket, and looked at her with anticipation in his eyes.

"Can you give me your autograph?"

He asked with a trembling voice, his sincerity and excitement evident in every word.

His eyes were full of admiration and respect for her, as if she was a ray of light in his life and the driving force that kept him moving forward.

"It may sound strange to say this, but your singing really gives me the motivation to live in this world. I'm sorry that this should be private time, but... I really want to thank you."

"Even if you lose your voice, I will still push you!"

Facing the young man's eyes as clear as lake water, Yui Miku's heart gradually calmed down.

She didn't know why she was so peaceful.

Perhaps it was the longing and gratitude in the boy's eyes that were like a spring breeze, warm and kind.

Perhaps I am on the verge of despair, longing for that life-saving straw.

Or maybe... it's just that when faced with sudden emotional fluctuations, I naturally choose silence and calmness.

Yui Miku's lips trembled slightly, and the words she wanted to say seemed to be stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

She lowered her head and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. She quickly snatched the paper and pen from Huo Xia's hand, and wrote down her thoughts with ink.

However, the text above was not a signature, but a slightly sharp and even vicious statement.

"Do you think that just because I lost my voice, you can take advantage of the opportunity to break in and take my body? Don't let your wishful thinking lead you to it!"

Under these words, he deliberately drew an exaggerated grimace.

Huo Xia was stunned at first when faced with such words, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. It was as if he had thought it over carefully, and as if he had finally made up his mind, before he responded: "You misunderstood."

"I know what you've been going through and how you feel lately. Indeed, being an idol is a profession that sells false love and dreams."

"But even false love has inspired and warmed many people."

"Most people will never be loved by others in their lives, not even false love..."

As Yui Miku listened to his response, the doubts and uneasiness in her heart seemed to be slowly soothed.

Huo Xia continued, "When you encounter something like that, you always need a spiritual sustenance. Even without your singing, I will find other sustenance and a reason to live."

"Maybe I'll feel like I still have an item of clothing that I can only wear in spring, so I decide to live until spring."

“Maybe I’ll feel like there’s another girl waiting for me, so I have to live long enough to see that girl again.”

"Maybe I'll think the lights below are beautiful, so I suddenly don't want to die."

"But, but..."

"I just happened to hear your 'cry', and that's why I felt that I should continue to live."

Hearing this, Meijiu's heart felt as if struck by thunder, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

With trembling hands, he once again grasped the paper and pen handed to him by Huo Xia, and a trace of confusion and bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

wrote: "Shouting? You mean I'm shouting?"

Huo Xia's eyes were as firm as iron. He nodded and said in a sonorous voice: "Yes, you are shouting. Your singing is the cry from the bottom of your heart. What you shout is 'I want to be loved'."

“Your singing is the cry of your heart!”

Yuiya Miku's heart felt as if hit by a heavy hammer, shocked and profound, tears silently slid down her cheeks, and she knelt on the ground involuntarily, letting her emotions surge out.

She knew very well that she was good for nothing except singing.

This is not self-deprecation, but an unavoidable fact.

Whether in study or sports, Yuiya Miku is always at the bottom of the list.

Cooking, laundry, and even self-care, these daily living skills are beyond her ability.

However, only in singing did she gain recognition from others and show her outstanding talent.

Therefore, for Yuiya Miku, singing is not only her talent, but also the whole meaning of her existence.

Because of this unique talent, she successfully debuted as a singer under the stage name 'Yoshiro Tsukino' at the age of fifteen.

Among the fans, 90% are men.

Originally, Mijiu's development in the entertainment industry was quite smooth.

However, everything changed after she rejected a TV producer's unspoken deal.

A sudden scandal caused Mijiu's reputation to plummet to the bottom in an instant.

The change in her fans’ attitude dealt her a huge blow. She was so exhausted that she even developed psychogenic aphonia and lost her voice.

For Yuiya Miku, losing her voice was like the sky falling and the earth collapsing.

Because from beginning to end, she had nothing but her singing.

To her, sound is even more important than life.

Now that this precious thing has been lost, she feels extremely desperate and painful.

After losing her voice, her world became dark, as if she had fallen into an endless winter.

Mijiu also tried hard to save herself, but her dull brain was unable to handle what was happening.

Cyber ​​violence, suppression from the upper echelons, disappearance of resources…

In the Japanese entertainment industry, one must either have a very powerful agent or be backed by a large agency; otherwise, it is difficult to survive in the industry on your own.

If it were just this, Mijiu could still hold on.

As long as there are still people supporting (loving) her.

but……

but……

No such person appeared.

So, Mijiu was in despair. She thought that she had reached her limit by persisting until now. But at this moment, someone suddenly stood up and said, "I was saved by your singing."