: The fifth year story 127, non-blood inheritance

In the big dark room, the bird cage swayed...
It's not clear whether it's day or night, or whether it's morning or afternoon. The only thing Little Bread can do all day is to shrink in the corner, hug his knees, and bury his head in it.
There are a lot of leftovers in the bowl in the cage.
To be honest, this little girl is very hungry now. She doesn't know how much time she hasn't eaten, only the feeling of getting hungry in her stomach is always tormenting her.
Other children didn't eat or drink at first, some were stubborn, and some couldn't eat. However, the long-term hunger finally made them surrender one by one, reaching out to the leftovers. But even so, Little Bread still did not move, no matter how hungry she felt now.
The tutoring of the past 6 years, not to eat unfamiliar things in dangerous environments, has been deeply engraved in this little girl's mind.
Clang Clang--
The door that had been closed for a long time was opened again, and the children in the birdcage were all awake by the light in the room again.
The mouse head came in. He (she) drags a big sack in his or her hand. The man walked to the operating table, moved the corpse of the it, put it in a sack, tied the bag, and dragged it to the side to control the switch of the birdcage.
There, there are already three sacks lying there.
Little Bread lifted his head from his knees, staring dullly at what was going on below. If the children who were shrunk in the corner of the birdcage because of fear could look a little here, they could see that such a hollow look would appear on the face of this 5-year-old child. Except for the two tears that never dried up, her face didn't even have the panic, fear, and worry that she had not so long ago. Just like an outsider, watching all this silently.
Super adaptability to danger and rapid immunity to fear... Is it?
However, when the Rathead threw the sack in the corner like garbage, two tears...still flowed down from the hollow emerald pupils...
The Rathead clapped his hands and walked to the experimental equipment again. He took a few new solutions from his arms and began to make them there. Soon, he formulated the ideal medicine and nodded.
The rat head raised his head...
At this moment, those children already knew what was about to happen. They yelled and shrank in the corner of the birdcage, hugging their heads. The Rathead looked at the struggle of these children with appreciation through the fence under the cage. But soon, he set his target on one of the little girls with pink hair.
At this time, the little girl also held her head, shivering in the corner like all other children. It can be said that she behaved very ordinary, just like other scared children, she should be afraid and fearful in the face of impending doom, right?
So, she seemed to shrink, shaking like everyone else. It is precisely because of this ordinary and ordinary that the Rathead took a while to look away from her to see other children who still have ferocious eyes and still want to resist.
But in the end, the rat head still identified the little girl with pink hair. Because he (she) must do something to her to coerce the noble boy to achieve his own goals.
The birdcage, slowly descending...
When the goal was finally set, the children who had just panicked collapsed in the cage like a sigh of relief. And the little girl with pink hair who was shrinking, panicked even more at this moment, shivering even more nervously, holding her shoulders and sobbing.
The Rathead was very satisfied with this little girl's reaction, and he (she) let the cage descend slowly. Since this child did not have any excessive resistance, he (she) did not free fall in the cage in mid-air as he (she) did several times before.
Soon, the cage fell to the ground. The Rathead looked at the delicate little girl without any resistance, and the corner of his mouth under the mask showed a sneer. A little girl who is only 6 years old, she will be honest after a few scares. What's more, this little girl is inherently weak and weak. I am afraid that as long as you face her, she will be afraid to let you do anything to her.
Even if she was killed.
The Rathead took out the scissors on the table and it lit up.
"Come on, baby. I need a little bit of your hair. So that your guardian can work harder. Goodbye, I'll let you go up and find another replacement."
Did you hear the cold words of the Rathead? The bun was shaking even more. The Rathead sneered and opened the cage, walked in very relievedly, and then...
Teng!
The little girl who had been shrinking all the time suddenly jumped up like a rabbit, passing by at a speed that the Rathead never expected!
The Rathead didn't expect this seemingly weak little girl to do such a thing. Instinctively, he (she) immediately stretched out his hand and took hold of Bun's clothes. However, he (she) reacts quickly, and the bun is even more ready for everything, and reacts faster! Almost at the moment he (she) pulled the collar of the little girl, Bun immediately turned around, opened his mouth, and bit the rat head man's arm.
As a child, what is the only way to make an adult feel "pain"?
tooth.
And the teeth of the little bread are among the best.
The Rathead cried out in pain. Five seconds ago, he (she) could not have imagined that such a small child would have such a "conditional reflex" resistance! Seeing her look weak and incompetent, who would have thought that she would be so vicious and so desperate?
The rat-head can feel the pain of muscle tearing from his arm, and under that fierce bite, he (she) can feel that he has been bitten and bleeding. If this continues, I am afraid that this little girl will bite off a piece of meat.
The intense pain touched the anger of the Rathead, and he (she) stretched out his hand to beat the bread. But the small bread seemed to have anticipated all this, and immediately let go. Free from the pain in his arm, the rat head took two steps back holding his hand. But it was these two steps that made the plan of this little newborn conspirator succeed.
Bun opened his hands, ran to the outside of the cage, jumped up and took off the key on the door lock, and kicked the cage door with a kick. Then, she threw away the key and ran to the sacks quickly with her calf. Ignoring the soft things inside, she climbed up in three steps in two steps, and directly pressed the button of her cage. Amidst the cheers of the children and the scolding of the Rathead, the birdcage with the Rathead slowly rises, and finally freezes in the air.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
In midair, cheers came.
But Little Bread didn't mean to face those applause.
In the voice of other people yelling and asking Bread to put them down, the little girl cried again. She ran to the door while wiping tears, and began to try to open the door. Because for her, accepting the cheers of others is far less reassuring than throwing into that broad embrace.
but……
Slightly. squeak------
The cage, which was supposed to be hanging, started to descend again after a soft sound.
At this moment, the cheers around stopped.
These eyes, which were full of hope just now, are now covered with fear again.
The bun who was reaching the doorknob turned his head, surprise flashed in the emerald pupil.
And the rat head in the cage...
He (her) held a remote control in his palm, and slowly descended...
…………………………Snapped!
It was a big slap in the face that greeted the little bread.
Five bright red palm prints were embedded on this little face, causing the tears of the little bread to gush out uncontrollably again.
"Woo...! Woo...!"
The Rathead grabbed Bun's long hair and looked at her angrily with eyes under the mask. Then, he (she) mercilessly pressed the bun on the operating table and tied her with a belt.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Little Bread was struggling, but her resistance had no effect. The Rathead slapped her again, and this time, he finally slapped the bun.
"Always screaming, not talking, is it annoying?"
The Rathead cut off a small poke of the bun and stuffed it into his arms. Afterwards, he (she) grabbed the little girl's face and said viciously: "Dead girl, I was really fooled by you just now. At a young age, the acting is really good. Moreover, it is fierce enough, once you make up your mind. The shot is decisive and ruthless. Seeing you look so soft and weak, a natural princess, I really didn’t expect to see a pitiful face!"
After all, the Rathead loosened the chin of the bun, took the syringe directly, and inserted it into the prepared cork test tube. Seeing the liquid being slowly drawn out, the already somewhat delirious bun couldn't resist at all, and could only mumble some meaningless noises, tilted his head, and fell into a semi-conscious state.
After drawing the liquid medicine, the Rathead sneered and grabbed Xiao Bread’s arm, and hummed: "You are so cruel at such a young age. Once you grow up, you will pay off? I am afraid that countless boys will be fooled to death by you. Your heart is broken. There will be more dead souls under your pomegranate skirt than in a war? Instead of this, let me help you get rid of it early and save the lives of innocent boys in the future."
No alcohol was rubbed, and there was no prior blood experiment. In this way, the rat head directly inserted the sharp needle into the arm of the small bread. With the rapid advance of those liquids, the little bread in a semi-comatose state had no reaction at all.
Do not……
Perhaps the only thing that can be said to be a reflection is that the two tears flow down again...