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"Son of a bitch... why am I always looking at you like this..."

That was the cliche of Soundwood History Pleasure as a child.

Historical pleasure had been brought up from an early age, while parents familiarized themselves with the fact that they tended to be sick. Nursing is also only minimal. That, too, is said to be disgusting, but only medicines and meals are brought in.

"It's true. You're a handy girl."

"Suffering? Then you should die soon."

"I didn't want to have a baby who was sick like you."

Every time History Happy had something to do with her mother, she was showered with heartless words. The mother of a single mother treated her coldly to historical pleasure.

It wasn't like this from the beginning. Immediately after giving birth, his father abandoned him, from which he became tired of raising and living alone, gradually distorting him. But that's not what history knows.

I have a nosebleed right away and once I do, I can't stop inside. I have a cold right away and can't stop coughing. Besides, he also has asthma and makes weird noises and breathes all the time. I have had pneumonia. Nearly two-thirds of schools seem to be absent. I am frail and physically ill after having anaemia, I can't stand in the morning ceremony or anything, and I can't go on excursions or anything very much. I'll never get out of an athletic meeting or anything. I can't run in the first place. I also have arrhythmias.

Historical pleasure was always comparing itself to others. Everyone but myself is healthy. Yet I am so sick and weak. Comparison makes you increasingly miserable, others hate you, and fate curses you.

I am always aware that I must be the bottom line in this world. Every time I'm conscious, I can't help but regret it.

The hardest part is that no one, including my mother, understands that I'm suffering. Even at school, the often ill historical pleasure was made the subject of bullying. Teachers don't look. So when you are sick and out of school, you are mentally stable, even if you are physically distressed.

One day Historical Pleasure was taken by his mother to a distant hospital.

"I'm going to be in the hospital for a while, but it's to cure your sick body, so don't put up with it."

The mother told him with a lucid grin. At this time, Historical Pleasure did not know what this smile of his mother meant, but it was strangely impressive. Then you will know the reason for the smile and turn to intent to kill.

It was a suspicious building in the woods, very suspicious if it really was a hospital. The concrete walls are coal-fired and blackened, and there are cracks in them. It said that it was built in 1950, etc.

A woman in white with a face appeared and was left behind after a short conversation with her mother.

I don't understand why the person is wearing a little face. I got scared because I really suspected that I was a doctor, but I wore white clothes like a doctor for once, so that's all I want from my heart. And at this time, Historical pleasure was burning in my mind as a very strong impression of a woman in white. I was vaguely thinking about becoming a doctor when I grew up, etc., just looking at my white coat.

Whatever the old, dirty building and the face of the little one, the life of historical pleasure from then on was not a bad one. On the contrary, he became more energetic day by day and less frequently became ill.

On rare occasions I felt violently ill, unconscious, vomited, or hemorrhaged after taking the medicine, but in that case, a little female doctor immediately dealt with it.

Above all, the salvation for Historical Pleasure was that the female doctor was kind. That you took good care of yourself. The kindest thing I've been since I was born is definitely that woman doctor.

The length of hospital stay was very long, but not bitter for Historical Pleasure. I was afraid to go crazy once in a while after the medication, but I was patient, breaking it off that it was also necessary to cure my constitution.

But one day, nearly a year later, Historical Pleasure came to know the truth in pain.

I took the medicine as usual, and when I was suffering, this lady doctor flew in for a moment and tried to cure me of another medicine, but it never healed. My stomach tastes the pain of being stirred in a mixer, my whole body cramps, and I can't stop vomiting blood.

"Oh, I guess that's it."

This woman exhaled loudly as she had given up.

"I can't believe I was able to get out of the hospital soon, but I can't believe I ended up here. You're not following me. Shi Yue is an honest good girl who has been working with me for almost a year, and I'll teach her to the souvenirs of the underworld. You were sold to your mother. Say it's a trial. Of course what I'm doing is illegal. I paid your mother a lot of money to treat you the way she liked you for a year."

Historical pleasure understood when I heard the story. This lady doctor wasn't anything but sweet. He said he was just treating experimental animals politely.

History Joy then miraculously took his life and went home. The infirm physique had completely improved, but the heart of historical pleasure had completely broken.

In the end, nobody was nice to me, so I don't treat others nicely, either.

I didn't understand anyone, so I don't understand anyone else. I've been used, so now I'm going to use you. Such distorted thoughts were planted as strong consciousness in the history pleasure of being only a child.

History Joy, who later grew up and became a fine Mad Scientist, killed his mother as an experimental bench. I also found out about this woman and killed her after turning her into an experimental bench for a year. The people who bullied their sick self as children, and the teachers who saw it and pretended not to see it, all turned it into experimental benches and killed it.

Everything in this world exists to make it your own food. You have to keep eating to clear the grudges that are about to be fed.

I don't recognize all the goodness in this world. Love, virtue, benevolence, righteousness, faith, loyalty, courtesy, righteousness, holiness, keep denying it all.

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For your own benefit, History Joy feels so much better when you break someone's thoughts and end someone's life. Immerse yourself in superiority similar to the sense of victory. Historical pleasure believed that it was the privilege of the chosen, that it was his life and that it was the attitude he should have as a mad scientist.

Shi Yuan left Grim Penisville for Pharmaceutical Buddha City.

There was a sign called Club Cat Mansion, going into a crushed disco. Historical pleasure knows what is here and who is.

"Hey, I'm here to do this." Pick him up quickly. "

Historical pleasure of slamming the door more and more rampantly and raising his voice.

"Something's here."

"That idiot... what the hell are you doing here..."

Nal looks at the door and speaks to the milk. Milk gives a low voice and shakes his dripping tail to the left and right in a grumpy manner.

"Let me in..."

Milk ordered with an unwilling voice.

"You, can we just keep it that way?

"Fine. I know him."

In response to Viper's confirmation, Milk answers with a voice that does not float.

"Cuckoo. I live in a weird place. My servants are unique."

When Viper opened the door, Historical Pleasure came in on her own and looked inside and said.

'What can I do for you? Weren't you talking about Van Damme? I don't know what you're talking about. "

"Guppy, I think it's time to hang up with that van Dam, or I hung up. I want to show you hell, Junko. So, Milk, give me a hand."

Historical pleasure stretching his chest in front of the milk and demanding it with a slight laugh.

'I refuse. Vokekas. Just go home.'

Milk that says no softly.

"Nyan, you refuse my request at this point!? You know what you're talking about!? You know who's keeping their heads down!? This is me!?

Historically happy to spit up close, the milk is driven by the urge to blow it off with mindfulness.

'You're the same kid. No matter how delicious the story is, I don't want to work with you. You're a fool, so stop by. Get out of my sight. Just look at your dumb face. "

"Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma..."

Historical pleasure that the less Lu discipline of anger stopped turning around.

"Humiliate, humiliate, humiliate! This disrespect, disrespect, you'll never forgive me, either, Junko. Whoa! Yeah, I'm gonna tummy up and pick up cats from the health center, turn them into experimental benches and play with them, so get ready! It's all your fault, huh? My people will hurt my chest and regret it when they kill me! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

'That's what you always do. I don't feel anything because a strange cat was killed. Besides, there was a cat waiting to be killed...'

"Uh, he's strong. He's strong. Uh-huh. It's painful. It's working. A bruise. Super. It's too late to regret it. Apologize and I won't forgive you. Bye, that's the punishment that pissed me off. Whoa, whoa!

Historical pleasure left the club cat mansion as he continued to laugh like he had won and was forced to squeeze out.

"What is that..."

"You don't know? That's too much of an idiot. It's precious. You saw it."

"The last declaration of victory has stopped you from watching..."

The viper roared, the milk answered pale, and Nal was holding his head gently.

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