[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

I calmly took a sip of tea.

According to my memory, when the incident happened, there were only me and my biological parents present.If I didn't kill people, it must be done by someone who can hide himself and has the same ability as me.

This is just ridiculous.

Holders of multiple personalities are uncommon, if not rare.

At least I've only seen one so far.

"What about the evidence?" In order to look calmer, I put down my teacup and lowered my eyelids to avoid the sight of the police. "My motive for committing the crime is sufficient, and I also have the ability to kill the two of them."

"Indeed, otherwise the case would not have been closed like that." The policeman who was in charge of talking to me sighed, and he affirmed my words, "However, the strength and angle of the victim's body being distorted by external forces are not in line with your personality."

"……What's the meaning?"

"Miss Newxu, why do you think we asked you to twist that baton?"

"I do not know."

"Your personality activation conditions are extremely harsh. At that time, you just awakened. From a common sense, it is too reluctant to twist two adults into that shape." The policemen looked at each other, and they seemed to be hesitating. Tell me more news, "Moreover, we found a personality highly similar to yours in 'AllForOne' who was defeated by All Might."

It's All For One again.

After my biological parents died, he was the first to appear in front of me, even ignoring the dead body beside me, touching my head and asking if I should leave with him.Thinking about it carefully, his behavior was really too abnormal.

What role did that man play in my childhood?

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down, "...highly similar?"

"The 'distorted' personality he holds is more like a high-level substitute for your personality. There is no distance limit. It can be activated as long as it is within sight, and its power is stronger than what you can achieve."

Is that so?

It turns out that I always thought that I was a murderer, was it a hoax from the beginning?

That man killed my parents, wanted to take me, and now wants to kill me.

"Miss Niuxu?" The man shouted softly, pulling me back from my thoughts about flying away, "So we came this time to confirm with you, is there any connection between your parents and that man from AllForOne?"

At this time, I don't care about any manners.I raised my arms and put my elbows on the table, supporting the weight of my head with the thumbs of both hands, "...I don't know very well, you know, I was too young at that time."

At that time, I was only a child between three and four years old. During these 11 years, I firmly believed that I was the murderer of that couple, and refused to recall the events of that year from the bottom of my heart.So when it came time to really need to remember, I was surprised to find that I couldn't remember anything clearly.

Ironic.

The police asked some more information about my biological parents, but I don't remember most of them.

After seeing off the guests, I took the plate from the maid who was about to deliver food to my mother, and knocked on the door of my mother's bedroom myself.

The richly dressed woman turned sideways to let me into the room.This was probably the first time I walked into her bedroom. To be precise, I didn't even want to move outside my bedroom and training room before Cheap Daddy passed away.

Mother's bedroom was simpler than I had imagined, with no furniture other than the necessary dressing table, wardrobe, and bed.

For a moment I didn't know where to put the dinner plate.

She took the plate with a smile, motioned for me to sit on the tatami, and placed the plate between the two of us.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the furnishings in the room.

There was a wedding photo of her and her father hanging above the bed, which seemed to cater to his father's preferences. The wedding was a very traditional Japanese wedding. In the photo, the woman was standing beside her husband in white and innocent, with a happy smile on her face.

Not far from the bed is the dressing table. On the dressing table is a small photo frame upside down. Because the position of the photo frame is too abrupt, I unconsciously took a second look.

Mother also seemed to notice my gaze.She stood up and put the photo frame back into the drawer. Because of the reflection, I couldn't see the content of the photo clearly, but I barely recognized two women in the photo.

I lowered my head, "Mom, I heard you haven't eaten much these two days?"

The woman smiled, "I don't have much appetite."

I didn't know what else to say for a while.

My mother hasn't eaten much lately because the people in charge of the cooking told me that the kitchen wasn't even running when I wasn't home.Only in the evening, when I go home, my mother will have a symbolic meal.

Because my mother always ate very little for dinner, I didn't think much about it at first.

I wanted the kitchen to make some of my mother's favorite dishes, only to find that I had no idea what my mother liked to eat.

I am really an unqualified daughter.

The woman in the black kimono walked lightly and sat down in front of me. From my angle, I could see the inconspicuous crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.I suddenly understood that for so many days, I was not the only one suffering.

My mother's torment was greater and more unbearable than mine.

But all I can do is to work hard to make myself a person who can support this family faster.

"You have something to ask me."

The woman tidied up her sleeves slowly, and she still wore a wedding ring on her hand. The silver ring looked a bit shabby in her whole body. It is said that when she married Cheap Daddy, the Yucheng family was not so rich.All the favorable conditions that we can enjoy now are all worked out bit by bit by Daddy Cheap.

I tightened my fists on my knees.

I don't know if I should ask this kind of question at this time, but if I don't ask, maybe I won't find the right time again.

"...Yuezhi, who is it?"

The person sitting across from me looked at me with wide eyes and disbelief.Immediately afterwards, her expression changed to a mixture of sarcasm and sadness, as if the question I asked was a ridiculous statement that cannot be forgiven.

When I thought she would not answer me, the woman spoke in a low tone.

"Yu Zhi, she is my best friend who grew up together...and also your mother."

I looked up sharply at her.

"You look more and more like her," my mother suddenly stretched out her hand to caress my face, and smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up. "When Yuzhi was in high school, she was a well-known beauty in general subjects..."

I was overwhelmed by the sudden amount of information, and couldn't react correctly for a while, so I could only open my mouth and let my mother's fingers move back and forth on my face.

I probably know more today than I have learned in over a decade.

I thought I killed my biological parents, but the Hachioji police told me that someone else killed them; I thought the Yuki family adopted me because of my personality, but my mother told me that she and my biological mother grew up together Great girlfriends.

His vision was suddenly blurred, and his mother's voice seemed to come from the sky, soft and irresistible.

"Those things are not what you need to know," she said with a smile. "You are the daughter of the Yuki family, and I will raise you. You only need to know these things."

Before my consciousness sank into darkness, I suddenly remembered that my mother's personality was "hypnotized".

The author has something to say:

Chen Sesame Rotten Millet Part [-]

When I was writing the heroine's two mothers, my mind was full of the plot of "Sage's Love". You took away my first love, so I will raise your son...

Ah, of course, the relationship between these two women is not that kind, and they are even close friends, but the adoptive mother is serious about strangling the heroine to death.

What must be said is that the marriages of the two pairs of parents of the heroine are "love tragedies", and the details are still left to the bus. of?)