My Rebirth Style is Wrong

For the next few days, everything was as normal as it could be.

But it was this normality that made Su Wanwan feel abnormal.

The bruises on Henry's face were almost healed, and he was eating apple pie specially baked by Mrs. Walker: "No matter what, it's best if nothing happens!"

Although he still didn't dare to go to the Grand Theater, his friends came to his house to play with him. Henry still gained courage from his company, and now it looks almost the same as before.

This made the Walkers very happy and more enthusiastic about the arrival of the little girl. Look, the apple pie that Mrs. Walker doesn't usually like to do with her hands is made for the little guests!

Su Wanwan put her hands on her hips and rubbed her chin with the other, pretending to be a famous detective, and said earnestly in a milky voice, "But, this might be the calm before the storm."

Henry was optimistic: "Mary Xiao has been buried in the morning, and nothing will happen again!"

Speaking of this, there was another scene in the morning.

Because the Anson family did not allow Mary Shaw to be buried according to the normal procedure, they forcibly buried her in the ground within a few days. There was neither a wake-up call nor a priest who sprinkled holy water to wash away the sins before her death, and gave her a cross to accompany her soul.

In the choice of the direction of the cemetery, Mary Shaw's coffin was buried to the north where the tombstones were sparse.

According to local custom, the north side is for the burial of prisoners, murderers or suicides.

Up to now, no one can tell whether Mary Shaw died of her tongue being cut and the bleeding was not stopped in time or whether she actually committed suicide. But the Anson family didn't care about this, they just killed Mary Xiao and left a suicide note, believing that she committed suicide out of fear of crime.

Mary Xiao herself is not from the small town, and she has no power or power. Mr. Valletta wanted to take care of her, but he couldn't resist the Anson family's rich and powerful roots in the small town, so he could only hold his breath. Default.

All he could do was to take care of Mr. Walker in private and let him prepare enough decent makeup, clothes, coffins and tombstones for Mary Shaw.

After this incident, the business of the Grand Theater will definitely not be able to return to the past, and Mr. Valletta also has the idea of ​​​​moving out of the town of Ravens Fell.

Rabbit died and fox sad, also as a foreigner with no background, Mr. Valletta can't guarantee that this kind of thing will not happen to him one day.

It's fine if he is alone, but he still has a lovely daughter to guard.

Perhaps, no matter how beautiful the landscape is here, it cannot escape the complexity of people's hearts.

In the afternoon, Mr. Valletta came back from out of town and picked up his daughter on the way home.

On the way home, he patiently asked his daughter how she was doing at the Walker's today.

"...Mrs. Walker's apple pie is so delicious! No wonder Henry expresses a lot of jealousy to me about it, saying that he wants to be a girl too..."

"...Henry is so stupid. He thought I'd be fooled. In fact, I found out at a glance that it was a trap, and then I..."

His daughter's innocent words chirped in his ears. Mr. Valletta's brows and eyes widened. The tiredness of a busy day was dissipated in such childish words. He responded with a few words from time to time to show that he was listening carefully to his daughter's sharing.

Until suddenly he heard his daughter say, "Mr. Walker is so busy that he didn't come back for dinner at noon. Dad, Henry said that his dad was in the business of dead people, so Mr. Walker was so busy, so many dead people?"

Mr. Valletta suddenly felt cold all over his body, and his tender heart was dispelled by the cold.

After thinking about it carefully, but couldn't find the source, Mr. Valletta had to attribute it to the terrible things that had happened in the past few days, which made him seem to have a conflict with the topic of death.

"Angel, adults are busy, not necessarily their own work. You see, Dad's job is the Grand Theater, but the Grand Theater has been closed recently. Dad is still busy, right?"

He subconsciously didn't want his daughter to be exposed to topics about death too early.

Su Wanwan didn't care too much, and followed Mr. Valletta's topic to divert her attention, and curiously asked what he was up to.

"Dad is busy looking for a more beautiful place, will Angela move to a new home with Daddy?"

Su Wanwan poked the corners of her mouth and frowned, thinking that it would be good to move to a new house, but now she is a little reluctant to go back to her room to sleep.

But subconsciously, he was a little reluctant to move out of here. She always felt that there was something she needed here.

However, she is just an ordinary rebirth and transmigration child, what can she need? Hug Ms. Mary Shaw who turned into a monster?

Don't be funny, she still wants to live a few more years.

When she grows up, she will meet a blond, blue-eyed, white-skinned, long-legged little brother, and talk about a romantic and unrestrained love.

Huh~

The four-year-old girl held her face, and her dark eyes flashed with the light of yearning for a better future.

When he got home, Mr. Valletta remembered and asked, "Why didn't you take your brother with you when you went out these two days?"

Children are very forgetful, and their love for one thing is mostly three-minute heat.

When he said that he had adopted the puppet Billy as her younger brother, Mr. Valletta only thought of it as a child. But that didn't stop him from occasionally teasing his daughter.

Su Wanwan didn't notice the childishness of being an adult alone. She put her hands together and sighed, "Dad, I suspect that Billy secretly went out to eat alone at night and gained weight!"

She can't hold it anymore!

Henry asked the same question the first time she didn't take Billy to Henry's house.

At that time, Su Wanwan wasn't sure whether her strength was getting weaker or Billy was gaining weight, so she just fooled her little friend, saying that it was because he seemed to be a little afraid of Billy, so for the sake of her little friend's mental health, she put the Billy stayed at home.

For this, Henry was very moved, and repeatedly said that she made a very wise choice to do so.

Mr. Valletta smiled and stroked his daughter's hairy head, "Well, it seems Billy is going to grow up, doesn't he?"

As a child, you don't need to be too serious. It is more worry-free and easier for children to accept that a puppet cannot gain weight like a human being.

Things that should be understood, when she grows up, she will naturally understand by herself.

That night, Su Wanwan returned to her newly repaired bedroom. Early in the morning, he pulled the curtains and closed the doors and windows, got into the bed and lay down for a while, feeling insecure, Su Wanwan jumped out of bed again and dug the puppet Billy out of his crib and stuffed it into his own bed.

"Billy, you've started to gain weight. When will you be able to walk by yourself? I'll take you to play with Henry, and I'll definitely startle him." Thinking of that picture, Su Wanwan was already smiling with joy. eye.

The soft shimmer keeps the bedroom from falling into endless darkness.

The little girl talked to herself for a while, and soon fell asleep with a smile of anticipation at the corner of her mouth, expecting the prank to be a success.

Feeling the growing blood and temperature in his body, Billy the puppet sat up silently.

Now he is no longer as rigid as it used to be, the wood chiseled body is softened a little by the temperature as he wishes, rolled his eyes, and looked down at the raised hand.

Carved from wood, the fingers are only roughly the outline of the hand, which is a little degenerate and separated.

Now he seems to be changing little by little in the direction of people.

Turning his head to look at the peaceful and well-behaved girl beside him, Billy the puppet stared at her quietly, remembering her expectation just now, and the flattened curvature of the corners of his mouth turned up a little again.

The smile at this time is no longer rigid and weird and cold, but with the soft emotions that some people should have.

The moving chin opened and closed, and after a long time, he barely made a hoarse and indistinguishable voice: "I will, work hard, yes."

If Su Wanwan was still awake at this time, she would have been frightened by this somewhat familiar voice for another ten minutes of insomnia.

Because this is the voice that once belonged to Mary Xiao.

Thinking of the mother who created him, the puppet Billy's eyes with vaguely soft emotions returned to the cold.

Oh, she didn't give up that idea even when she died.

The tip of the scarlet tongue licked the same blood red lips, and the puppet Billy grinned, revealing a malicious sneer.

The Grand Theater at night is like a silent grave.

After the accident, Mr. Valletta also made up his mind to move out of here, so except for an elderly couple left in the Grand Theater, the rest of the people left temporarily.

Tonight's Grand Theater seems to be extraordinarily cold. The water vapor on the Lost Lake is wrapped in the night wind and rushes in the direction of the Grand Theater, like a gloomy ghost. It is like a maggot attached to a bone, burrowing in through the pores and then refusing to leave.

Da da da-

The voice of a woman wearing high heels sounded.

The couple, who slept less in their old age, listened to the footsteps echoing outside the door. They were clearly awake, but they hid under the covers in a tacit understanding and did not dare to breathe. They just silently hoped that they would go away quickly.

However, the footsteps tonight were different from the previous nights.

Not only did he not move away, but after lingering for a while, he approached step by step and sound.

"No, no, none of my business"

"It's not me either. I didn't tell the Ansen family, I didn't say anything! Ah!!"

In the not-so-spacious room, one of the two old men fell to the ground and the other was lying on the bed. Their postures were different, but the expressions on their faces were strangely the same.

- They were all terrified, their mouths opened to an unbelievable extent, and there was a blood-red hollow in their mouths.

That's the tongue being pulled out.

Mary Xiao, who was shaped like a puppet, put away her long, glued tongues contentedly, turned around consciously, and looked at Billy the puppet standing at the end of the corridor not far away.

Finding that he was more like a human than what he had seen before, Mary Xiao's light-colored glass eyes lit up, no longer caring about the joy of staying in the room to enjoy the harvest, she turned and walked step by step to the child she used to be the proudest and most beloved child.

"Dear Billy, Mom is really relieved. Look, you are becoming a human being, a real person with a heartbeat, flesh and blood." Her eyes were full of obsession and yearning.

The sneering arc of the puppet Billy's mouth slowly widened.

Of course he knew what she wanted.

Perhaps in the beginning, what she wanted was to create a perfect puppet, just as God created humans, to become a **** who can create life.

And now, all she wanted was to get the secret of his transformation from a puppet to a man from him.

She is dead, but she wants to live, she wants to live forever, never die, and it is best to live forever without getting old.

"Mother, do you want this too? Come here and I'll tell you." The puppet Billy's little boy's appearance sounded the hoarse old woman's voice that Mary Xiao used to be.

This makes Mary Shaw's obsession retreat and turn gloomy again.

She looked at him like a serious old mother looking at her rebellious and naughty child.