Systematic Detox Center

Chapter 144 Settings
"Why didn't you let me out earlier, it's easy to clean up those little kids."

Lin Wanwan curled up his slender lips, as if asking himself.

"Don't worry about my business."

"Hehe, it's fine if you're happy, as long as you remember the mission."

"I remember, this is the eighth clown, only one short."

"Why do you have to push yourself so hard? You might as well bow your head to him and admit your mistake."

"Please, I will work harder..."

The voice from Lin Wanwan's thin and small body carried a hint of coldness, and it was by no means as simple as it should be at this age.

Qu Zhi and Liu E stood by a big willow tree silently observing all this like bystanders.

They also didn't expect that the consciousness of the female Wolverine and Lin Wanwan had been attached to each other since they were young, and the two consciousnesses had always been in a state of coexistence.

In other words, Lin Wanwan owned the system earlier than anyone imagined.

Qu Zhi stared at the lonely figure of the elder in the setting sun.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of extreme discomfort in my heart, always feeling that something bad would happen in the future.

The girl Liu E bumped him with her elbow: "Let's go, follow."

The two walked forward quickly.

The thin figure walked out of the amusement park firmly and calmly, and crossed the long street that was just lit up.

In this slightly weird area, you can sometimes see the ruins of collapsed houses, and most of the remaining courtyard doors are hung with blood-red words with ferocious teeth and claws:

"dismantle!"

Among the ruins, an orange street lamp illuminated the dilapidated tube building even more obsolete.

In the dim and cramped stairwell, the rusty iron handrails were dim and silent, covered with dust, and a long, decaying wire dragged a tungsten lamp that was not very bright.

pedal!pedal!pedal!
The small leather shoes with half of the straps torn stepped on the semi-hollow prefabricated stairs, and the sound was empty and long.

Falling in the bottom of the heart, there is no sense of steadfastness, but it makes the hot heart become quiet.

Gah!

Bang!
click!

The old iron door was tightly closed and locked upside down.

"Wanwan, you're back? Hurry up, your classmates are here to see you." It was a soft and gentle voice, but a little weak.

Lin Wanwan put down the vegetable basket in his hand, his expression suddenly turned cold, and a breathtaking aura bloomed from his body.

It's so late, how could a classmate come to the door?

"Why are you still standing there, go and get the snacks!" Mother Lin's pale fingers patted Lin Wanwan's little head lightly.

"Oh well!"

Lin Wanwan responded with a mumbled sound, without taking off his guard, put on the little folded-eared rabbit slippers, went to the side of the storage box and found an old, but very clean iron box.

"Student, eat candy!"

Lin Wanwan said through gritted teeth, his big eyes unabashedly scanning the two well-dressed people in front of him.

At first glance, he is not the same as himself.

"Students, please drink orange juice!"

After a while, Mother Lin brought out the highest-standard drink in her home, and a long-lost smile appeared on her sickly pale cheeks.

My daughter has always been alone, and this is the first time she has made friends. She is weak and poor, and the best thing she can offer is this original orange juice.

Lin Wanwan frowned, lowered his head, nibbled on the bright orange juice, not knowing what he was feeling.

"Thank you, Auntie!" Liu E took the orange juice readily, appreciating it, and gulped it down.

Qu Zhi took a sip, and smiled slightly at Mother Lin, thanking her.

"Auntie, your orange juice is really delicious!"

Mother Lin's thin figure stood aside, with a happy smile on her face. After all, this was the first time that the classmate who remembered me as Wanwan came to play at home.

What she is most worried about is that her daughter Lin Wanwan is too lonely and too inferior to play with her classmates.

"Auntie, why don't you sit down? You don't know that Wanwan is a little celebrity in school. We all like to play with her."

But now it seems that this worry is unnecessary.

Mother Lin sat on the side, listening carefully to Liu E's story about Lin Wanwan's celebrity history on campus, sometimes hilariously, sometimes covering her mouth, her smile never stopped.

After a long time, it was late at night.

Liu E and Qu Zhi also bid farewell and left.

"You child, why don't you go see off your classmates?" Mother Lin complained rather.

Lin Wanwan was holding the glass with half of the orange juice in one hand, and the iron mask necklace in the other, with tears overflowing from his eyes:

"Mom, I'm sorry. I knew it was all fake. It's just my wishful thinking."

The iron bite mask was thrown up, and it became bigger with a whoosh. The ferocious beast-toothed monster face opened its mouth, and black air flow spewed out from the mouth.

And Mother Lin's sickly figure began to distort, turning into a crying clown wearing a hat, engulfed by the black air flow, her body quickly turned into black air and flowed into the mouth of the iron bite mask.

Only a patterned hat remained and fell to the ground.

boom!
The tube building was folded up like plywood, and the bricks and soil fell straight down. In the blink of an eye, the whole building began to collapse, the ground cracked, and the magma pumped violently.

The pitch-black night was instantly dyed red by the magma rising into the sky.

Liu E patted the shoulder of Lin Wanwan who was squatting in a daze in front of the magma pit:

"This is just a setting. Now that the play is over, you should go with us."

Lin Wanwan buried his head on his knees, staring blankly at the glass:
"Even if it's fake, but this glass of orange water can't be fake. It's exactly the same as the one I drank when I was a child. Only my mother can make this taste."

The environment in which she grew up is naturally much better than in this scenario, but the same thing is that her mother has been in poor health since she was a child, bedridden all the year round, and passed away when she was about ten years old.

Now that more than ten years have passed, if she does not return to the depths of her consciousness, she may have almost forgotten what her mother looks like.

But that cup of sour and sweet orange water really seemed to bring her back to the past.

Liu E shook her head:

"Don't be silly, this is called setting, and what you are acting is what you think and think in your heart. Only in this way can you really sink into it."

"You don't understand, you have no memory of orange juice, you don't know how I feel, you go, I don't want to go anywhere, I want to stay here, I want to wait for my mother to make orange juice." Lin Wan Wan muttered to himself, his expression slack.

When Liu E saw her like this, he immediately became angry. He grabbed her hand and walked towards Qu Zhi. She had no time to delay any longer.

"Don't be stupid, it's all fake, it's all fake, it's all reshaped by consciousness, constructed according to your inner fantasy, quickly call out your system consciousness, it's time to make a break."

Lin Wanwan broke free from Liu'e, went back and forth around the magma pit a few times, looked at Qu Zhi very calmly, hung down the necklace with the iron mask hanging on it with one hand, and pointed to his head with the other hand:

"Do you understand that feeling? The person you miss the most has never left, and has been waiting for you here silently."

(End of this chapter)