Brother Jack, don't kill me!

Chapter 12 Day 12

Lott's palm was released immediately, he blinked, and then his palm pressed the bed, Lott lifted his head up, and leaned over very carefully.

kissed on the lips.

It's a kiss that touches water and leaves as soon as it is touched.

But Lott still felt the sweetness, as good as eating apple candy.

Lot raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth, said nothing, just simply smiled.

The bedside lamp was turned off again.

Luo Te leaned over with the worm cat pillow, and his arm wrapped around Xia Youjie's shoulder through the pillow.

Even if you can't see anything in the dark, you can still feel the human body temperature coming through the pillow.

Xia Youjie whispered to him to sleep, Lotte was very good, and he closed his eyes after hearing this.

He fell asleep quickly, it seemed that because Xia Youjie was by his side, he felt very at ease.

Xia Youjie raised his eyes, staring at the pitch-black ceiling, he felt that Luo Te had unconsciously stuck close to him just like when he was a child.

It's really hard to fall asleep.

It was at this time that he heard the sound of his flip phone ringing.

Xia Youjie touched the mobile phone on the bedside, and he picked it up. Hearing the laughter from the opposite side, he couldn't help but take the mobile phone a little farther away.

It was Gojo Satoru's voice.

He said that he probably found the location of the curse spirit.

"Let's go tomorrow." Xia Youjie said, "Also, keep your voice down, he fell asleep."

……

The super imaginary magic spirit appeared on the mountain behind the town.

Xia Youjie told Lott before going out in the morning, and he said not to get close there.

Lott nodded, and he told Xia Youjie that Natsume Takashi also said it was dangerous there before, so they bypassed it when they went to school.

Xia Youjie stroked his hair and asked who Xia Mu was.

Lott said that was his friend, but his best friend was Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie's frown relaxed at that moment, he squinted his eyes, and answered.

Lott went to school as usual. He passed by the door of Takashi Natsume's house as usual, and went to school regularly with the boy with brown hair.

This is Xia Youjie's new task every day after he left.

Although Lot couldn't see it, the mother's voice in his mind told him that he needed to give the manipulator such a task.

At the class gate, he and Natsume Takashi separated.

With his schoolbag on his back, Lott swallowed two anti-anxiety pills as usual, walked into the classroom, and started socializing.

Lotte's cabinet was at the back of the classroom. He paced over it, but was stunned the moment he saw it.

He thought he could ignore it, and even get used to self-comforting and accepting it all, but in fact, that was impossible.

Cursing words were written on his own cabinet with a black handwriting pen.

Lott coughed. He covered his mouth with his hand and opened the cabinet with force.

There is nothing left in it.

As the cabinet was opened, there was the dead body of the insect cat inside.

Lotte stood in front of the cabinet blankly. He looked at the bug cat inside and remained motionless.

Lott was very familiar with their appearance when they were alive. They were stray insect cats in the garden that he had fed.

They are domesticated by themselves, but when they need them most, they are not there.

Lott was just like a victim, wanting to vomit ink out of panic and bewilderment when he saw their dead bodies appearing in his cabinet.

Are they really all dead...?

"Mr. Wiltshire?"

The voice in the ear sounded.

It was Frey's voice.

"Mr. Wiltshire, you heard me."

Frey put his hand on his shoulder, but Lott didn't seem to notice it at all, he was still immersed in his thoughts.

"What happened?" Frey said. "You seem to have lost your soul."

Lot raised his head and said, "Frey should know. You said you can read my memory."

"Yes."

"You're sure to say there's no need to be sad."

"Is it not?"

Frey spoke confidently. He said: "They are kept in the school. This is full of accidents. They are not allowed in this place, are they? No one needs to be responsible for their death. Or, you want to save them? they?"

"is it okay?"

Lot seemed to be suddenly excited. He grabbed Frey's palm with his backhand. He raised his eyes, looked over, his lips moved, and asked, "Can I, can I do it? I don't want them to die. Frey Lei, you are an oracle, can you do it?"

"Do not--"

Frey smiled helplessly, and said, "I was just an oracle once."

"Used means a long time ago, which means that now I can no longer be defined as an oracle. I have no memories of the past, and I have lost those extraordinary powers, as you can see. Now I can decide what I can do, It's you."

"If you consciously want to use the energy in me, then use it," Frey said, "but I can't guarantee what you will turn into afterward, a pool of muddy flesh, or squirming living flesh and blood .”

Speaking of this, Frey laughed, and he said: "In that case, I am afraid that the person you like will regard you as a monster. Think about it, Mr. Wiltshire, if you still resist me, we will will inevitably go to death together. But if you accept me, then you can use my power."

"Don't make a decision so quickly." Frey said with a smile, "You should think about it, maybe, you should also ask your manipulator if he will agree."

Frey laughed. "Poor little thing," he said.

"Well, Mr. Wiltshire, someone is calling for you."

……

Lotter came back to his senses.

The teacher's footsteps came from behind, as if the bell was ringing.

A serious teacher's voice sounded.

"This year's trial will be held soon." The teacher said, "We will select those who need help and send them to reform. Please tell me, what kind of people are they?"

"It's useless to society!"

Someone below chimed in: "Those with less social battery points!"

Another classmate said: "Autistic, noisy, and unwanted things should all be sent for transformation."

"You're all right."

The teacher took out a piece of paper from the file bag. It was a picture. He coughed and signaled the class to be quiet.

"In our art class last week, I assigned this homework. But as I said, you should draw something meaningful, not something you like."

The painting he held in his hand was exactly the pattern of the insect cat that Lott had handed in.

"It's also because of this that I know that some of you are illegally feeding the animals in the school." The teacher said, "Lott, first of all, the cat in the garden died of food poisoning."

"The xylitol in junk food is deadly to them."

Lott didn't dare to turn his head back, he was trembling all over.

"I don't know what purpose you want to kill them, maybe it's a prank, but this is a very cruel act."

is it my fault

Lot shivered, and he asked himself, is it my fault?

"I don't think you'll pass this year's trial if you keep acting like this," said the teacher.

He heard the curses of the students behind him, and he felt hostile eyes.

It was An Li who proposed to feed them.

It was the manipulators who agreed to buy their own food to feed them.

It's because they are so hungry that I want to feed them.

"Cat Killer!"

"psychiatric patient!"

"You are a murderer!"

Lott could barely stand, he kept asking himself, is that my fault?

No, Lot tried to talk, but he couldn't, I just wanted to help them, they looked so hungry.

In the beginning, the bug cats were skinny and dying, and he just wanted to help them.

But those repeated words of blame kept coming into his ears.

Lot covered his ears, he squatted down, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He could barely breathe, suffocating from the ink gushing from his throat and eyes.

my fault.

At this time, Lott desperately wanted a hug. He hoped that someone would comfort him, but he knew that he was not qualified to ask for a hug.

Because everything is the result of his own mistakes.

Lotter wiped the tears from his face, he thought, this is all my fault.