Mystic Holy See

Mickley came to the edge of the cliff in a trance. The wind was blowing violently between the cliffs, making her long flaxen hair flutter, and tears were blown on her face, leaving traces of the wind on her face.

Her thin body swayed a little, as if she had a tendency to be swept away by the wind all the time.

Mikri looked down at the valley, the light gradually dimmed from top to bottom, even if the sun was fierce in the noon, she could only vaguely see the shadow of the valley.

It's so deep.

I don't know who said that when you stand on a high place, you have an urge to jump down.

Maybe it's curiosity, maybe it's relief, maybe it's freedom, maybe it's for the dream of flying.

Even if you are afraid, you will have the urge to do so.

Mickey was afraid of the sight of this high place, but she still did not retreat, but moved forward slowly.

This is her body's instinct, and it is also the chaotic, tingling consciousness at work in her mind.

"You can't be a monster, Mikri."

"People can't eat blood..."

"Actually, as long as you eat some blood, you can live very well."

"When I had a nosebleed, I also raised my head and ate blood..."

"No, Mikri, you can't become a monster..."

"Will it be less painful to jump down?"

"I have a few days to live anyway."

"Will my mother be waiting for me?"

"If you jump down, will you be able to see your mother?"

"..."

A little bit, a little bit closer to the edge of the cliff.

The toes and the front of the soles gradually protrude out of the cliff.

Mikri stared at the shadow under the rift, his vision gradually blurred, and his body shook more violently.

Her body leaned forward a little, and then a little back, not much, like a tumbler who was about to stand up straight.

But when she moved forward again, Michaeli suddenly woke up with a jolt!

This forward range made her body instinctively feel the danger of losing her balance, and this feeling made her wake up instantly.

However, her body has lost the ability to adjust her center of gravity, and the forward trend is unstoppable.

When you lose your center of gravity forward, people instinctively stretch out one foot and regain balance through support.

It was just such an action that pushed Mikkori into the abyss—

She fell!

Hey?

ah... ah...

what! ! ! !

I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!

With a strong sense of weightlessness, the wind slashed the skin like a knife, and Michael could only let out a piercing scream of despair.

The intense stimulation attacked her fragile body and brain, and she turned her back down, only seeing the last ray of sunlight, and the black shadow like a ribbon.

...

Monday morning.

Aldrich is having breakfast with Andrea in the office.

"How do you know I'll come to the office early?" Aldrich asked Andrea who was drinking milk while eating the fried fish packed from the school cafeteria.

He had told Andrea the location of his office before.

Andrea put down the cup and said calmly, "I saw you on the way to the cafeteria just now, holding a bread bag."

There was a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone.

In Andrea's eyes, three meals a day are very important. This is the foundation of the body and an important supplement to combat learning. How can you not pay attention to it?

Eating only bread does not provide much nutrition except to ward off hunger.

Aldridge was a little embarrassed, and felt the feeling of being forced to eat at the Alva Fighting Hall, so he could only explain: "I have a class in a while, so I thought about eating simpler."

Andrea rolled her eyes beautifully and continued to eat.

Aldridge asked, "When are we going to meet Eve?"

Andrea thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow? Let's keep fighting until night."

Aldridge is perfect.

After breakfast, Andrea was going to go to the classroom of the laboratory building first. After all, the two of them went together, and it was not good to be seen.

Aldrich sent her out, but Andrea had just stepped out when the door of Abel's office next door opened, and Abel with a mess of hair walked out of the office with a book in his eyes.

He froze for a moment, looked at Andrea, looked at Aldridge, looked at Andrea again, then walked back to the office and closed the door with a slap.

"..."

Aldridge wanted to explain to Abel that it wasn't what he thought it was, but thinking about it, it seemed like it was actually what he thought...

Andrea fiddled with the hair next to her ear embarrassedly, and asked softly with a blushing face, "Are you alright?"

Aldrich shrugged helplessly and said in a low voice, "It's okay, he won't talk nonsense."

Andrea was relieved, nodded, and then her face flushed fiercely again. She bumped Aldrich with her elbow and said unconvinced, "We don't have anything to talk about."

Aldrich laughed, causing Andrea to bump him again, leaving a threatening look, and turned away.

After staying in the office for a while, Aldridge picked up the class materials and came to the classroom with a cold face and seriousness.

There was a corpse on each table.

Today's class is about stitching, and it's expected to be a class that's going to be a headache for both students and Aldrich.

Names were called before class as usual. Although Aldridge had memorized the names of everyone in the classroom, he still adhered to the tradition of calling, perhaps influenced by his previous teacher.

"Jack Sully."

"arrive!"

"..."

"Andrea Alva."

"arrive!"

"..."

"Milwaukee."

No answer.

Aldridge slowly raised his head, the cold look on his face made everyone in the room beat drums, and he looked at the corner, where Miwo Rook would sit in every class.

The tall man of 1.9 meters sat there blankly, staring straight ahead, but he did not miss work.

Aldrich stared at him, and read the name again:

"Milwaukee."

He still didn't respond.

The girl sitting in front of Miwo had a good heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ turned around and called him softly.

Miwo Luke's body was shocked, he reacted, stood up and shouted: "Arrived!"

But this sound is not only loud, but even the saliva spurted out of the mouth, the mouth and the front are sprayed, that is the amount of saliva that Aldridge standing on the podium can clearly see.

"Pfft!"

Although Aldrich was pressing down, those who saw this scene couldn't help laughing out loud.

Aldridge forcibly controlled his expression, but the skin on his face couldn't help but tease.

If it wasn't for his image, he really wanted to ask "Hungry?"

Then start the theoretical teaching.

But Aldridge spoke, then stopped again, frowning at Miwo Rook.

He lowered his head, no, he should be lying on the corpse on the experimental platform, shrugging not knowing what to do.