The Blood Hourglass

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"What's the matter with you today? Weird?" The guy who had been reprimanded by the old woman for a long time before sitting in his seat began to approach as soon as class.

"..." I did not answer, because at this time I was thinking about my real name, but to no avail.

"It was normal when I went back yesterday, why now..." A voice seemed to sigh from behind, with a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.

"I woke up and forgot everything." To her question that seemed to be a question, I couldn't help but answer.

"Forget everything, isn't that a god? Hahaha!" the boy next to him cheered, his voice attracted the eyes of countless people around him.

"There are no gods in this world, only ghosts." behind her, murmured softly.

"I think I should be called West Sophia, but it seems that everyone doesn't think so." I have yet to verify who I am, and it is even more unknown whether there is a god. So I sighed deeply, leaned on the table, looked at the little bird perched on the tree outside the window, the wind swept the fallen leaves, and suddenly thought that the sky I saw in the morning was just a stretch of the time axis, and the changes would follow. Disappear, everything will return to the original.

"What are you thinking, so fascinated?" The teacher on the stage is gone, the students around are chatting lively, and they give me a glance from time to time, while the guy at the side table has been staring at me very close. As for the back, there was no aura at all on his face, as if there had never been any signs of life.

"She has left long ago, and she left by the back door when she heard you say Sisofia." Seeing that I seemed to care about behind, he wisely replied.

"Is there any problem with this name?" I can't help but become more and more curious about it. Safrot's escape, Viher's disappearance, and her departure now, everything seems to be closely connected with it.

"It's okay, it just seems to have some ancient smell." He held his chin, thought for a moment, and said something meaningless.

"It seems that they know something I don't know." Thinking about this, I suddenly stood up and walked out the door.

"Wait, class is about to start, where are you going?" He followed up and asked.

"Go to them and ask them clearly." I replied without looking back.

"Who are you looking for? What to ask?" He followed closely, and asked in a vague way.

"It's none of your business." I replied coldly, a little bored.

"But no matter how you say it, we are also classmates! Of course it is a virtue for classmates to care about each other. Caring for others is a virtue." I speeded up a bit, and he also speeded up a bit. With those boring emotions.

"Oh!" I sighed deeply, rushed forward hard, and instantly out of his sight, I think only in this way, he can no longer pester me.

"Bang!" When I appeared again, Yi was in front of the door on that shoulder, and the breath of both of them was always faintly revealed outside the door, so I gave a hard kick, the door opened, but the people inside the door were not at all. Surprised by my actions, not even surprised by my appearance.

"Have you figured out what to say?" I stepped on the door slowly and walked in, only to hear the cracking sound under the door, but I ignored it. Except for the two of them. Both of them stood in front of the window, laughing at the window, seeming to admire the autumn like water outside the window and the fallen leaves dancing. But I know that this is not the case.

"What do you want to know?" Wiher turned to face me first, his angelic face was exhausted, it seemed that he had just gone through a battle, but he didn't leave any scars on his body.

"What do you think I should know?" I stood up again, and now I am like a newborn baby. I don’t know anything. I am a little curious about everything but I don’t really care. It doesn't seem to care that much, but when I said about West Sophia, they all gave me some overly unexpected performances, that's why I care more and more, so that I stand here now.

"All!" Although there was reluctance on his face, he was helpless.

"Let's talk about it!" I was still standing there, with no intention of taking a step closer. But when I glanced at her next to him, I saw her thin, thin body shuddering at an imperceptible extent, seeming to be terrified of something, but at this time, all strange things were in front of her. No, why?

"Your mother gave you a name, it should be Luvian. And now you suddenly say that you are called Sisofia. I don't know why, but I can tell you everything about this name." He spit out deeply. He took a breath and took another deep breath. It seemed that facing his own decision, he had to muster the courage for twelve minutes, and then slowly said, "A long, long time ago, the girl with this name was among the nobles in this world. She later had a lovely brother, which is the fourth life in the world. They grew up together and then combined and gave birth to thirteen children, including boys and girls. They always thought This is their entire happiness, but when these children grow up, everything changes. The children have disagreements and confrontations, and there is a girl named Estir who has what her mother does not have. Out of the dust, a pure soul without any blemishes, so her father was moved, and gradually they fell in love and had their children. Sisofia couldn’t accept this fact and had to kill that child, so ...So..." He said more and more choked, until he couldn't make a sound at all.

"So we killed her and killed our own mother." She turned around, her cheeks were already wet, and large tears were still rolling out in her eyes, and her body was trembling slightly due to excessive excitement.

"What does this have to do with me?" Although all the scenes appeared in my mind as he slowly said it, but I closed the doors of those scenes indifferently, and looked up at them coldly. I can't understand this story, which is similar to a legend, except for the name Sofia in the middle, what does it have to do with me.

"You are the child of one of those thirteen children, and now you call yourself Sisofia." Although Viher's face is better than hers, it's still not pretty. In his opinion, he is carrying the murder. The mother's crime. I believe that he originally had an angelic face and soul, but at the moment of killing his mother, only his face was left.

"Stupid creatures imprisoned by boring emotions! For thousands of years, you still haven't evolved at all." I suddenly blurted out of my mind. But when the words came out, I felt that it was not wrong. I don't remember anything now, so all feelings can't control me, so I can see everything so clearly.

"What are you talking about?" Their tears were frightened by the blow of my head, and their faces gradually became surprised and incomprehensible.

"If you just want to tell me stories, then stop here for today! I'm not interested in the sitcoms of these extremely boring low-level creatures." I said that I couldn't help them to distinguish, and I turned and walked out the door. No, It should no longer be said that it is a door, it is just a door frame.

"Wait, what do you mean?" They chased it out redundantly.

"What do you mean?" I stopped and looked back. They asked, unexpectedly and logically.

"Didn't you say that you are Sisofia?" Viher stared at me very seriously, but he couldn't control it with an ashamed expression in his eyes.

"I just said that I seem to be because I heard someone call me that, but even if my name is Si Sophia, what about it? Could it be that you killed your own mother named Si Sophia, so for everyone named Si Sophia? Do you want to tell such a story?" I don't feel anything like killing mothers. It sounds like it's a normal thing, just like slaughtering chickens and fish.

"This..." He bit his lower lip, unable to argue.

"We thought you were her reincarnation." She stood behind him, half of her body exposed, and said softly.

"Rebirth? Do you really believe that there will be rebirth? Even if there is, then what? After rebirth is a new life, the new life will not carry the memory of the past at all." Listening to her, I was a little surprised. She actually believed in reincarnation, obviously it was an impossible existence.

Reincarnation is just a silent statement of some people's dissatisfaction with this life. After disappearing, everything becomes nothingness.

"Why? But why would I know this?" All the cognitions of this rebirth appeared in my heart. It seems that I knew this a long time ago, but now it is only taken out from the deepest part of memory and put on the surface.

"Then, you are not her reincarnation anymore?" Her face relaxed.

"No, maybe it is." I smiled mercilessly at her and stepped forward. Because now I want to go back and ask, that guy named Safrot, maybe there is another story to listen to, anyway, it’s better than staying here and listening to their confession. I’m not a benevolent god, so listen. Repentance will not make me feel comfortable, nor will it make them better.

"You? Where did you go?" When I walked into the place where I came out in the morning under the infinite sunshine, I saw all the people, of course, including the "brother" who had left in the morning. But it seemed that the one who was running away was the most excited. When he saw me come in, he flew up and took me into his arms.

"Go to school." I didn't struggle, just said two words simply.

"Just come back." Mother smiled comfortedly.

"You don't remember anything, how do you go to school?" Dad said otherwise, seriously suspicious.

"Going to school is to learn things, not to tell others." I suddenly found them interesting and always asked some very stupid questions.

"Then you come back suddenly..." I have to say, he is very smart, and he can see the reality in the mess at a glance.

"I think she has something to ask me." Saferot let go of his tight arms, but didn't take a step back. At such a close distance, he looked straight at me, eyes intersecting. , I suddenly couldn't help but shake, but I don't know why.

"I just heard a story at school, I think you should also have a story to tell me." Facing his gaze at such a close distance, I was as calm as before. Maybe I don’t remember anything, so I don’t even have emotions. What ripples do again.

"Story? If this is just a story, maybe there will not be so many people suffering, so many people disappear." He sighed a few words, and then calmly said, "Since you have heard of that story, then I don’t have to repeat it. However, there is one thing I don’t want to hide from you anymore, and that is..." In the last sentence, he came to my ear and said in a very soft voice, "I am the one who caused it. The third-generation mother-killing child."

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