Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

"You're not going to kill me?"

Snow White opened her eyes, showing no joy, but rather some fear.

"No, that was just a test to observe what kind of person you are."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

Snow White was somewhat puzzled.

"Judging from your actions just now, you seem to be a… somewhat excessively kind person."

Polo thought for a moment and said, "As for why I did this, it's not entirely for you, but for those dwarves."

Snow White's eyes widened, and she once again revealed a hint of urgency and panic:

"Wait! Those dwarves didn't—"

"Aren't that bad, is that what you think?"

Polo interrupted her, even saying the second half of her sentence for her.

"Yes, they are all very good people, and… they selflessly took me in…"

Snow White hurriedly explained, "Their morals and self-control are also very good, they won't, because of my appearance… like other men who see me… lose their minds…"

"Yes, if I were in your position, I would think the same, but—

This is one of the reasons why I came to see you today, you have been deceived, and I will reveal the truth to you!"

Polo shook his head and continued,

"You must understand that most people in this world have selfish desires, including me—I am the same. The fact that these dwarves don't care about your appearance means…

They have bigger plans!"

During the day, the wooden house in the center of the meadow remained peaceful.

The natural style, with lush green vines winding around it, even with small golden flowers blooming.

The dwarves' lair, concealed by a veil of magic, appeared harmonious and serene.

"No, that's not right… but the dwarf uncles speak to me very kindly, like gentle elders…

Before this, no one had ever been so good to me…"

Snow White walked along, still trying to change Polo's mind.

To Snow White's surprise, Polo familiarly walked to the bedroom and took down a lantern from the wall.

"The dwarf uncles said not to touch those lamps…"

"Because they want to hide the truth from you."

Polo said, taking out a match and lighting the purple lamp. Under the dim purple light, the dwarves' lair once again revealed its true face to Snow White.

Snow White looked in disbelief at the white floor, revealing patches of bloodstains, the bizarrely twisted figure within the central pillar of the bedroom, and the seven black coffins!

Slightly different from Polo's guess, Snow White did not question it, but seemed to recall something.

A look of panic gradually crept onto her face.

"What did you think of?"

Polo glanced at her and asked.

"I… ever since I came here, in my dreams every night, I seem to… have seen this monster…"

Snow White stammered.

"What else? In your dreams, what else do you remember?"

"This monster is pulling me to dance, on and on… every night, its face gradually becomes clearer, and when I wake up in the morning, I feel… my head… a little dizzy…"

Polo's face was ashen. Although he had expected it, he still felt a little creeped out when he heard Snow White say it herself.

He didn't know what those dwarves meant by "twelve more days," but…

It's best not to wait until that day comes!

"This is just part of it."

Polo said again, interrupting Snow White's thoughts, and led her out the door.

When the dim purple light illuminated the pigsty, revealing several humans covered in dirt, with empty eyes, and having lost all rationality—

Snow White's suppressed emotions finally collapsed!

She covered her mouth, sobbing, wanting to say something, but couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence for a long time.

"Yes, these dwarves have killed many people. I remember… they assigned you the task of feeding the pigs."

Polo glanced at Snow White, "And, if I'm not mistaken, they kill a pig every once in a while to 'feast'."

Hearing Polo's words, Snow White finally couldn't help it, she knelt on the ground and vomited.

After all, even Polo had felt an uncontrollable nausea when he learned the truth yesterday!

When Snow White gradually calmed down, Polo said again:

"Remember to clean up after you're done vomiting, those dwarves have very sensitive noses."

Snow White trembled as she stood up and walked towards the pigsty. She reached out and slowly touched the door of the pigsty.

Polo saw what Snow White wanted to do.

So he said:

"Don't bother saving those people, their minds have completely dissipated. People like that, who can't even express despair, are already—completely dead!"

With each sentence Polo spoke, the sorrow on Snow White's face deepened.

"Then… what… should I do?"

She sobbed, the bloodstains exposed under the dim purple light made her feel a chill that went straight to her head!

"Kill these seven dwarves one by one, so that no more humans will be harmed and die by them!"

Polo said each word clearly.

"Kill…"

Snow White muttered the word, her blood-red lips were bitten until they were somewhat pale!

Her body was trembling slightly. As a princess, although she was in danger, and her appearance had caused many people to die, she had never had the idea of "killing"!

"I, I can't do it…"

"Of course, I'm not asking you to do it!"

Polo shook his head, "You can't lift a weapon, and you don't have the heart or courage to kill, just… let you know the truth beneath the lies.

More things will be done by us!"

"Then what do I need… to do?"

Snow White hesitated, she looked at the humans in the cage, who had lost their minds and only knew how to lick the food in the stone trough, and still asked through gritted teeth.

"Um… just be the same as before, maybe sometimes, we'll need your help."

Polo thought for a moment and said seriously,

"Although this is a forest, you are already standing in the center of the storm, or rather—you are the one stirring up this storm."

……

At night, several dwarves returned to the wooden house.

As before, the dwarves chatted with Snow White in a friendly manner, and Polo, disguised as the sixth dwarf Plulu, also watched Snow White, who had learned the truth.

It was much better than Polo had expected.

Although Snow White's eyes showed fear and panic, her already snow-white cheeks were so pale that it was hard to tell.

She was much more silent that night.

But she didn't cry—that was enough.

Polo could also imagine that some tragic experiences stemming from her appearance might have made Snow White less talkative, so although she didn't say a word, it didn't arouse the suspicion of the other dwarves.

And the dwarves didn't forcibly control Snow White, but instead used deception, for whatever reason—

At least this greatly reduced the possibility of forced questioning!

Finally, when looking at that "bed."

Polo noticed that Snow White's body trembled for a long time, then lay on it, curled up into a ball, unable to tell whether she was sobbing or fearfully waiting for the night to come…

And Polo also lay in his coffin.

As purple light flickered in his eyes, an abnormal mental influence once again surged from the central pillar, and the quilt on his body turned into the shape of a coffin lid.

That bizarre dream gradually took shape.

But the next moment, Polo's spirits lifted, and he disappeared without a trace.

"Not bad."

Polo thought secretly.

Snow White could control her emotions in the afternoon without letting the other dwarves see anything.

At least… she has exceeded the level of a normal girl.

In this way, she can be contacted more.