[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

[Chapter 26]

Claire opened her eyes in the glare of the sun, only to feel that the cold was about to engulf her.

In the extremely cold winter, she stood in the snow wearing very thin clothes.Surrounded by dilapidated and dilapidated buildings, crowded in narrow alleyways.

"Sophie..." She heard someone calling her former name in a low voice, which caused Claire to be in a trance for a moment. After all, she changed her name to Claire shortly after that incident... Even if she is used to calling her Sophie Mrs. Steviedo also tried her best not to let the name bring up bad memories for her.Thinking about it carefully, this turned out to be the first time I heard someone call her that in recent years.

Claire turned around to follow the voice.In the shadow of the alleyway behind her, a boy with chestnut blond hair carefully waved to her.

Claire hesitated for a moment before walking in front of him: "Is Roy drinking again?" He asked, then took out an old kettle with worn-out handwriting from his arms, and stuffed it into her palm, it was hot The temperature of the water is transmitted through the thin cup noodles.

Claire looked at the boy in front of him. His clothes were worn out, and the sweater thread on the cuffs had been loosened, revealing his slender arms inside.He stood in front of her, his body stiffened in embarrassment because of Claire's scrutiny: "Why, what's the matter?" His green eyes flickered, and his hands rubbed against each other involuntarily.

"It's nothing." Claire pulled the corners of her lips slightly: "Can I stay with you for a while first? It's really cold outside."

The teenager blinked: "Of course. But you know, if he comes back, you have to leave quickly..."

Claire nodded erratically, not knowing exactly who [him] he was talking about.He just followed the young man and walked deep into the alleyway.Every few steps, there will be a trash can, which is filled with overflowing garbage without exception. Obviously, no one has cleaned it for a long time, and the stench almost suffocates her.

[Boom! ] There was a loud noise, and Claire turned her head vigilantly. The black wild cat was standing on the trash can, looking back at her indifferently.

This place... gave her a very bad feeling.

"Hey! Watch out! Hill!" Claire quickly turned her head, and the boy named Hill who was leading the way for her had already been pushed to the ground!Three teenagers of similar grades were surrounding him, spitting out vulgar curses from their mouths.

"What are you doing!" Claire rushed forward quickly, standing in front of Hill.The leading teenager looked her up and down, showing a disgusting salivating expression: "Look who this is?! Isn't this the famous Sophie Roy?!"

He took a step forward: "Big beauty, why would you pay attention to this kind of person? Hmm?" He said while stomping on Roy maliciously: "Play with him, why not play with me! At least I can let you Shuang~arr~fly~up~!"

"Oh, look at me!" The young man pretended to slap himself on the face: "Our goddess Sophie will definitely not remember the name of a small person like me. Let me introduce myself. I am Paul Sa, who has been infatuated with you for many years. strange!"

Claire was indifferent, and when Paul and his two companions surrounded her, she just quietly touched the ballpoint pen in her thin trousers pocket, determined that if he really did something to her, she would insert his eyeball and let her Learn to see clearly who not to mess with.

"Paul, Sophie can't." Hill suddenly said.His pale face looked even more bloodless because he had just been taught a malicious lesson.But the emerald green pupils were like the thick sap flowing from the leaves, and they had a strange charm.

Hill didn't know when he stood up.Claire was once again blocked behind: "Sophis can't."

His statement was so nonthreatening that it even made Paul laugh.But he has always firmly tried his best to protect the people behind him: "If you want to do something to Sophie, I will kill you."

"WHAT? Who are you going to kill?" Paul made an exaggerated cry, turned his head and asked the friend beside him, "Coward Hill actually said that he wanted to kill others? Hahahaha" Paul suddenly straightened his face, his expression blank. Emoticon: "Do you want to die?"

Claire grabs Hill's hand from behind before things get any further, preventing him from saying anything more that might irritate Paul.

"Paul!" she called out Paul's name.

Paul was once again complacent: "For Sophie's sake, I'll let you go today! I'll see you next time!"

"Beauty, let's make an appointment another day!" He blinked meaningfully, and then led his followers out of the alley in a mighty manner.

Claire looked at Hill's injured face, and when she wanted to see if it was serious, Hill looked away: "You also think I'm lying?" She heard the boy's voice hoarsely asking.

"Of course not, I..." Before she had time to figure out how to save it, Hill interrupted her.

"We've known each other since we were young, and we've lived in this fucking city for 16 years. We've been living worse than maggots, but I thought, no matter how miserable I am, at least you trust me." He looked at Claire , the eyes in the green eyes are heavy: "I think too much."

Hill glanced at her indifferently, and turned away without hesitation, leaving Claire in deep astonishment!Now that we have known each other for 16 years, why can we still just leave? !This incredible emotion prompted Claire to quickly chase after him. She held Hill's cold left hand, and her tone was even anxious: "What are you crazy about?!"

Claire took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable irritability and anxiety in her body: "Don't say anything that will make me angry, the next time you go crazy, I will beat you to death."

Hill didn't look back, and he continued to walk forward after a while, but the hands of the two did not let go.He squeezed Claire's hand tightly.Pulling her to follow his footsteps.

They finally came to Hill's house, and the environment here was even worse than Claire thought.The trembling building was even a little crooked, and the so-called attic was even a little caved in. It was completely uninhabitable, and only some sundries were thrown around. The downstairs room was divided into two, one was the bedroom and the other was the living room.Not even kitchen, toilet.A lot of sundries are piled up in the living room, only a small angle by the wall barely holds a thin blanket for sleeping—this is where Hill sleeps.

"The bedroom?" she asked, earning a glance from Hill. "It's lived in by my goddamn stepfather and stupid mother, I thought you knew."

Claire shuts her mouth, knowing she's asking a stupid question.And thinking of the [him] that Hill said, it should refer to his stepfather.

She found the only mirror in the room.Unsurprisingly, I found out that it was my own face, only a few years younger, returning to the youth and vigor of a 16-year-old.But the difference from her former self is that even if there is no injury on her face, she can still see the hostility in her eyes.

"Would you like some oats?" Hill asked as she observed herself, and Claire made no secret of her distaste. "Oats? Oh, of course not, it's like vomit."

Then I belatedly remembered that maybe Sophie might be a little different from herself, so I rescued him in embarrassment: "If you are kind and lenient, I might..." Still couldn't say what I wanted to eat.

"You are a little different." Hill said suddenly. He was standing in front of Claire, holding a fruit knife in his hand, and was peeling the only apple at home for her.Claire was inexplicably terrified by this action.

She stepped back without a trace: "Really? For example?"

"Your memory has deteriorated," Hill said.Take a step towards her.The sunlight from the window shone on his body as he approached, making it look like it was luminous.The chestnut blond hair looked softer and fluffy at this moment, and even the soft down on the face was faintly visible.Hill stretched out his hand, and in his clean palm was a peeled apple, waiting for her to pick it.

"Thank you." Claire took the apple inexplicably nervously.After one bite, the tender juice overflowed her throat, and the dry and burning stomach let out a contented sigh against her will, and Claire raised her eyebrows and eyes.

[Crack. ] Something sounded.Claire looked at Hill.

The boy moved his foot away expressionlessly, and a cockroach's body died between them.Claire frowned, turned around unhappily and continued to eat apples - although she wasn't afraid of cockroaches, she still felt disgusted.

So I don't know that Hill's hand holding the knife was raised behind her and then silently put back to his side, his expression softened: "Fortunately, nothing else has changed. Except for your poor memory."

"Huh?" Claire asked blankly, in exchange for Hill's slight smile.

His dark green pupils are like the surging sea water at dawn, with clear waves appearing under every sunshine, his eyebrows and eyes are curved, and the corners of his lips are smiling.The whole person looks clean, beautiful, and extremely docile.He made Claire suddenly think of Harris.Even though they both have a pair of green eyes, there is no similarity. Even if they are green eyes, Hill's eyes are not as clear as Harris's.But he reminded her of Harris—probably because they both gave her an inexplicable sense of incompatibility.

Claire swallowed the pulp in her mouth.Before she knew what she was doing, her hands were on Hill's face.With the boy's slightly discolored expression, he put down his hand again.

"Maybe you can tell me what happened to you today?" In the end, Hill spoke first, and he had basically judged that Claire was the Sophie she knew, not someone pretending to be.She didn't encounter any lunatics who did some weird experiments, and Sophie was still herself, and that was enough.

"I woke up today, and suddenly I didn't know why I was standing in the snow. Everything around me was so strange. I didn't even recognize who you are." After hesitating, Claire intuitively told part of the truth.Not surprisingly, Hill waited for her next words.

"But at least I remember being Sophie Roy."

Hill finally smiled: "Then maybe I can help you remember something."

His unexpected sarcasm, with inexplicable malice and cold sneer, Claire heard his indifferent voice:

"—This is Gotham."

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作者有话要说：木子鱼扔了1个手榴弹投掷时间:2016-03-0619:17:39（蹭脸，被包养的感觉真是棒啊，能埋胸吗子鱼(????????)）

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