Primordial Sequence

Camus walked over slowly. He did not disturb Taylor who was concentrating on digging the pit. He just watched quietly. Taylor dug a small rectangular pit on the ground. Although Camus was puzzled, he did not speak.

"You are here..."

Suddenly, Taylor, who was digging the soil with his head down, raised his head. He spoke in a calm tone, and looked at Camus quietly with clear eyes.

"Well... are you okay?"

Taylor's eyes were a little swollen, her face was haggard, and her palms were even wrapped in gauze. Seeing her like this, Camus subconsciously asked.

"No, why are you here?" Hearing Camus asking if she was okay, Taylor slowly lowered her head and continued to dig the soil. She replied in a somewhat depressed tone.

"Why are you digging the soil? Aren't you going to play with the children?" Seeing her look, Camus also squatted down. He looked at the focused Taylor and spoke curiously.

"Burying people"

The calm and creepy answer immediately made Camus's eyebrows jump, and he continued to speak.

"Who are you going to bury?"

"Midoch"

"Who is Midoch?" Hearing this name, Camus continued to ask, his palm pressed down on Taylor who continued to dig the soil, and the real look immediately made Taylor's movements stiff. She turned her clear eyes to the group of children, looking at a smiling boy and pointing. Camus looked over and found that the boy looked very sunny and his face was slightly white. He was one of the best-looking children in the group.

"Why?" Camus took a quick glance and retracted his gaze. He asked in a low voice.

Taylor did not answer. She threw away the tools and leaned against the tree behind her, with a smile on her mouth.

"Why don't you ask him?"

A slightly mocking voice came out of Taylor's mouth. After she finished speaking, she pointed to the rectangular pit that was only half the size of her arm, licked her lips, and spoke with some excitement.

"Midoch will be in here tomorrow."

"I need you to tell you why you did that. I only saw hatred in your eyes. This is not what a child should have. Look at them. They are laughing in the sun. You should be full of smiles like them." Seeing that Taylor was a little abnormal, Camus also smiled, but this smile was a little stiff.

"Want to hear it? Then I tell you, he is a son of a bitch. She peeked at the teacher taking a bath, snatched other children's things, and tortured other children in the quilt at night. He taught me the phrase son of a bitch. Do you think he should die?" Taylor's expression was a little hideous. Her palms were clenched tightly, and some deep red liquid seeped out of the white gauze. Hearing his cold words, Camus hugged Taylor into his arms.

"Taylor, everyone has faults. When he is wrong, there will be corresponding laws to punish him. I will tell the dean about these things, and he will be punished as he deserves." Camus tried to ease Taylor's emotions with a gentle voice. He patted Taylor's back gently, trying to soothe his nervous emotions. Feeling the tears in his chest, Camus' heart trembled.

"He is really a demon, a real demon. Soraka and the others told me that they would help me. He is dead." Taylor cried in Camus' arms. She said another name, and her body twitched in Camus' arms.

"Is Soraka your friend?"

Seeing that Taylor was willing to tell the story, Camus asked again.

"They are my friends. They hide in the walls, under the bed, and in the dark. Soraka drank my blood. She told me that as long as I dig a pit here today, I can see Midochi's body here tomorrow." Taylor sobbed and told the truth.

In the wall, under the bed? Isn't this the performance of evil spirits? There are evil spirits in this orphanage, and there are more than one.

Camus immediately understood the whole story. He immediately knew why he felt that this place was weird at the time, and he also wanted to know what the weird scene on the second floor was. There are evil spirits in this orphanage, and their abilities are unknown for the time being. Thinking of this, Camus immediately prepared to tell the dean about it.

"Don't go. The dean is not a good person. Soraka told me that they were tricked and killed by the dean." Seeing Camus stand up, Taylor grabbed his clothes and spoke in a low voice.

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Camus was immediately confused. The dean did not look like a weirdo, and the evil spirit was a guy full of lies. Who should he believe?

"Soraka said that there was a huge building under the cross. The exposed cross was just a decoration on his roof, and the dean slaughtered them under the cross. In the past 8 years, a total of 17 children have died." Seeing that Camus still didn't believe it, Taylor pulled Camus' clothes again and continued to speak.

Cross, children, Camus froze immediately. He didn't look at the dean who was playing with the children over there, but took Taylor's palm to observe the injury.

"Don't do this kind of thing in the future. I believe you, but you have to tell me about Soraka and them, all the things." Seeing that her palm was no longer bleeding, Camus pulled her to the shade of the tree, ready to thoroughly understand the matter.

"Soraka was the seventeenth child to die. Their bodies were buried under the cross. They told me that there was a black building underground. They didn't know what was inside because they couldn't get in. They also told me that the dean was a monster, a monster covered in human skin." Speaking of monsters, Taylor's face showed obvious fear, and she nervously grabbed Camus' clothes.

"Mr. Camoo, I don't want to stay here anymore. Soraka told me to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise I will be the eighteenth child. Part of the reason why I became abnormal is because I want you to take me away. More The reason is still Midochi’s bitch.” Speaking of Midochi, Taylor’s face clearly showed a trace of hatred, his teeth clenched, and there was a trace of struggle on his face.

Suddenly Taylor stood up. She slowly lifted up his pants, and a large and small scar appeared in Camus' eyes. Some of these scars were purple, some were blood red, and there were still these scars until they reached the bottom of her thighs. , Camus's face gradually turned ugly from the shock just now, she took Taylor's hand that was still pulling upwards, and looked at her calmly, but the slightly trembling arms were telling the unrest in her heart.

"That's enough, no need to pull anymore."

At this time, there was only one sentence that appeared in Camus' mind. Demons do not distinguish between ages. Some people are born to be demons, even if the other person is a child.

"This is what happened to you? Why didn't you tell the teacher? Why didn't you write a letter earlier?" Camus took a deep breath and asked Taylor calmly. He tried to calm himself down and ask the whole story clearly.

"Do you think I am the first person to suffer such an encounter? They... they... they, they are in a group, and those who have been hurt have long been threatened by them, including me, Midoqi was A certain lady has taken a liking to him, and he will leave this place in a week. The teachers here will not believe me, because no one will testify for me." Taylor pointed at one person after another with trembling eyes. Tears appeared in her eyes again, and she spoke with a choked tone.

"My fault..." Kamius figured out the connection. This was of the same nature as the school bullying in his previous life. Those victims must have been threatened by them and did not dare to speak out. They were just a group of children. He figured it out. Among the joints, Kamiao pulled Taylor and walked over, her steps slow, but the cold air emanating from her body could not be concealed.

"Mr. Relimon Camus, it seems that you are very successful." After seeing Camus, Telelie, who was sitting on the ground, immediately got up from the ground and smiled. Because Camus' face was too calm, he did not Saw something wrong.

"Very well, Ms. Taylor, are you interested in listening to me tell a story?" Camus glanced around and found that all the teachers and children were looking at her, and she suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"What story? It's rare for Mr. Camus to be in such a good mood." Taylor also noticed that something was wrong with Camus' mood. He looked at Taylor calmly and spoke calmly.

"Oh... this is a story I saw, and I believe the children here feel the same way." Hearing that the handsome gentleman was going to tell a story, the children sat down quietly. This is what the teacher told them, if they want to If you are selected, you must be a sensible and good boy. Seeing everyone sitting down, Kamuo spoke in a calm tone.

"In a city that has experienced war, there are many homeless children gathered here. They are unfortunate. They have lost their families, their fathers, and their mothers. Without parental support, they wander around. They are hungry and cold. Fortunately, An orphanage adopted them, and they were extremely happy because it meant they didn't have to worry about being hungry or cold, or not being able to wake up the next day after a nap. They had a new home, and there were many friends here. , are also homeless friends." At this point, Camus' voice gradually became cold.

"I didn't expect that this was the beginning of the nightmare. The children who came first to the orphanage hugged each other and bullied the children who came later. After the teacher put out the gas light, they bullied the new child wantonly and threatened her that if she told the teacher, he would Will……"

"That's enough..." Suddenly, a clear voice interrupted Kamius' story. Teleli stood up with a livid face and spoke majestically.

"Mr. Camoo, your story is over."

"Really? I think some people don't want to listen anymore. Look at the child you protect. This is the child you protect." After finishing speaking, Camus observed Teleli's performance out of the corner of his eye. Her face was very ugly. After glancing around, she turned her attention to Taylor.

"Mr. Camoo, this is a bad story. The world is inherently unfair."

"Yes, the world is inherently unfair. The same unfortunate people make others even more unfortunate. In my opinion, this is the devil. Devils do not matter in size or age. He is still a devil." Camus turned around and looked not far away. Midoqi, who had a frightened expression on his face, spoke one after another, his tone getting heavier and heavier, striking the hearts of every child present.

"I will ensure that Taylor will not be bullied again. This is my promise to you." Seeing Midoqi's horrified look, Taylor clearly knew what happened. There are classes everywhere, even if Midoqi If you don't do this, others will do it. Some people are destined to be bullied, and they can only be blamed for their cowardice and incompetence.

"Heh..." Kamiao laughed softly, quickly took out the pistol from his arms, and pointed it at Midoqi not far away, his tone was very calm.

"Is there anything you want to say?"