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This was told to her by the men who had brought her to this place, dressed in uniform and armed with powerful lethal weapons.

And she was just a five or six-year-old child who needed to look up to see the jaws of these white-clad people.

A little girl dressed in the clothes they had prepared for her, and had been cleaned—there were a lot of people on the road to this place, all in white uniforms, and she couldn't tell what they were doing.

Because for her, everything here is more than she can know.

Yes - since the tragic death of both parents, the world has exceeded her knowledge. The little girl looked at the garment on her body—it was just a robe-like decoration that was worn directly over her body, with no distinction between top and bottom, not even a bag, and simply covered her body.

There was a brooch-like thing pinned to his chest, with a line of numbers written on it. Her mother had taught her numbers when she was still alive, so she recognized the number written on it: 1031.

"Go in, live here from now on, and if you follow the rules, you can live. As long as you become strong, then you can stand out. This is the only piece of advice for you...... Welcome to the Eighth Institute. ”

They opened a door in front of her and pushed her straight into the place - after that, the door closed of its own accord.

Somewhat frightened, she leaned against the door of the closed room, surveying everything in front of her—there were many people dressed like her.

From about her age, to about eleven or twelve years old, she found that there were not many children here, and she seemed to be unable to count them at once.

But none of these children seemed to want to come near her, even if she had been in this room for several minutes, and they only looked at her in silence.

As a newcomer, she tried to reach out to the children who had arrived before her.

"Don't come near me. ”

"Go away. ”

She had failed many times, and finally she understood that the people here ...... Don't like people coming close. Even if they are in the same room, everyone keeps a certain distance...... It's like a marked territory.

"Come here. ”

She heard the voice - it was another girl who was older, about ten years old, and the girl was wearing a badge that read: 791.

And the children next to him suddenly became strange at this time...... She looked at these gazes, and suddenly remembered the vicious dogs that looked at her with hostility.

She finally walked up to the ten-year-old girl who called her, nervous.

"Ignore them, they're not targeting you, they're just targeting all the people here. That's what she said at the age of ten -- the first words.

"Why?" she was puzzled.

The ten-year-old smiled and said, "Because there are no friends here, and there are no people who want to share with you or play with you - including me, of course." ”

"I don't understand......" she shook her head.

"You'll get it later. "As for why I call you, it's because I'm smarter than they are." Listen, from now on, you and I are collaborators, got it, 1031!"

“1031？”

"Yes, your name, 1031. At the age of ten, she pointed to her badge at the same time: "As for me, it's 791."

So she shook her head, "My name is not 1031, my name is Choi Yun'er!

"Really?" 791 shrugged, "Then forget the name, you can only call 1031 in this place anyway...... I can tell you in advance that if you don't react when those people outside call 1031, you'll suffer a lot. Got it?1031!"

"My name is Choi Yoon-a! This is my mother's name for me! I don't call 1031!" she said loudly, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Whatever you want. 791 said indifferently: "Then we will not be accomplices in this way, and when you will understand, our relationship will continue." ”

Later, she encountered what 791 called the bitterness - it was the second day she came to this eighth house.

She was locked up in a small dark room, unaware of the day and in black, no matter how much she cried, she received no response, and she had nothing to eat or drink, and she was not released until she was dying.

"You understand now?" 791 came to her again, "So, tell me now, what's your name?"

She shrunk back, even lowered her head, and whispered in fear: "1...... 1031。 ”

"Good, 1031. 791 smiled, and then, in the next second of her astonishment, he lowered his head and covered her lips with his lips, biting her lip and biting out blood.

"What are you doing!" she was horrified again.

791 smiled and said, "Contract, from now on, we are accomplices...... 1031, join me in killing everyone here. ”

Kill...... Kill them all.

......

......

It was morning when she woke up—Nero sat up on the unusually soft hotel bed, the quilt sliding down her body, revealing the shocking scars on her body.

She reached out and touched her lips, then smiled, stretched her waist vigorously, and sighed, "Who really has to be so cool." Sure enough, it's different if someone protects you...... Right, boss!"

Nero tilted his head and looked at the club owner sitting quietly with his eyes closed on the sofa in the corner of the hotel suite.

Hearing the voice, Luo Qiu opened his eyes. He found that the guest had no intention of hiding from anything, so he sat cross-legged on the large bed, with one hand on his chin, and looked at him unscrupulously.

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "It seems that Miss Nero has had a good night's sleep. ”

"Of course. Nero nodded, "Because of a reliable boss like you, of course I was able to sleep very soundly, and even had a good dream, thank you so much." ”

"You're welcome. Luo Qiu said indifferently: "In addition, there are still 7 hours left for the protection time of the guests." ”

Of the twenty hours of protection, Nero used 13 hours - to sleep, and still naked/sleeping......

"Is this a luxury?" Nero stretched again, and stepped out of bed with the thin quilt in his hand...... walked in front of Boss Luo, tilted his head and looked at it, "Boss, isn't it attractive at all?"

"Miss Nero is in good shape. Boss Luo nodded and said, "Very fit." ”

"Legs...... Do you like it?"

Nero lifted his foot suddenly, then gently stepped on Luo Qiu's side, and slowly lifted the sheet from his lap.

Unlike the skin left by many scars on the upper body, the skin on the thighs has a very toned and smooth color.

When the sheet is lifted to a certain extent, you can even see the veins of cyan blood under this almost jade-white skin.

"Want to see more?" Nero narrowed his eyes, "Think of it as a thank you for a hard night's work, boss." ”

"Three minutes. Luo Qiu said coldly.

"What?"

Luo Qiu said again: "It's been three minutes since the end of protection, my guest. ”

"It's really difficult...... Nero sighed and shook his head, "I'm actually quite confident in my body. But now it looks ......."

Nero turned around, then looked sideways at his shoulder, the sheet was completely underneath, and the cobweb-like scar on the back was unusually eye-catching, "How much will it be... It feels ugly, doesn't it?"

"If Miss Nero doesn't like it, I suggest you buy the services of the shop. Boss Luo said indifferently: "The erase of these scars is not expensive." ”

"Boss, isn't this script right?" Nero said with a smile: "Obviously, the atmosphere just now is so good, maybe if you say something very handsome, I may be attacked?"

"There's no discount that way, guest. Luo Qiu said indifferently: "The black card is already your discount voucher for the guest." ”

"I think I still hate merchants. Nero shook his head, and just like that, he lowered the sheets from where he was.

She was just wearing a pair of panties, as if she wasn't there at all, and said hello, "I'll take a shower first, can you help call the breakfast service?"

"Of course. Luo Qiu smiled: "I wish you a happy bath." ”

"You can always run in and come and see. Nero shrugged, "I'm not shut~"

......

The hot water ran down from above, and Nero closed his eyes for a long time before turning off the sprinklers and watching the water drip from his wet hair.

"Sure enough, if you relax completely...... Still dreaming......"

She shook her head, brushed her hair straight behind her head, and then used her fingers to write a few numbers on the mist-covered mirror—1031.

She wiped it off with her palm again before shrugging her shoulders, then took a towel and hung it around her neck, and walked straight out of the bathroom, "Boss, is breakfast coming? I'm hungry!"

So...... Are you really not going to get dressed?

Boss Luo sighed.