Bai Mo almost didn't dare to turn around, even holding his breath, for fear that his movement would be too loud and would burst the sudden sound like a bubble. At this moment, it seemed that only the sound of wind and snow could be heard in the world, and there was nothing else. His feet seemed to be embedded in the snow, and he stood still, not daring to move or look back.

He was very scared. The first time in his life, he was so scared. He was not afraid when he was turned away by his mother, he was not afraid when he was lying on the eaves and was snatching food with dogs. He was not afraid when he entered Gina's hands several times and was only one step away from death. He was broken and lying on the street and was waiting for death.

It was like being born deprived of this feeling of fear, but now he learned to be afraid.

Fear that this is just his auditory hallucination.

I was afraid that the person would still be in a wheelchair and remained quiet enough to stop breathing.

Fear...he's really alone.

Bai Mo clenched his palms and bit his lower lip tightly. His eyes seemed to have shined again, as if in addition to fear, he also had expectations.

Maybe that person was standing behind him, maybe she was looking at him, with a sweet smile and a soft voice calling Mo Mo.

Maybe the man was holding a knife in his hand, his beautiful almond eyes widened, and his pupils were filled with stars, and he was about to speak to him.

——Hey, Mo Mo, let’s die together.

Maybe...

Bai Mo thought so, and he turned around and looked behind him. The door of the hall was open, and a wheelchair was placed at the door. The girl's movements in the wheelchair remained unchanged. She was still sitting there. A lot of white snow was accumulated on her body. The red brim covered most of her face, only the outlined red lips were exposed, and she raised it up, as if she was sneering at his stupidity.

Bai Mo's heart aches. He frowned, and the light in his eyes disappeared, as if he had fallen into a deeper abyss. The corners of his lips raised, and his smile meant nothing.

His voice was mute and he chuckled. His laughter was like a feather gently brushing across the tip of his heart, giving people a slight itchy feeling.

"I don't want to kill me with my own hands, right?"

114 I feel very anxious. It is extremely anxious and is now talking to Yan Bai in its nerve center.

"Host, you should understand your own state. You are very weak. If you force me to project your consciousness out, I don't know what will happen." To be honest, 114 feels that he is selfish. Yes, it cares about Bai Mo, but this must be the premise that his host is safe, and its host can no longer take risks.

"Master, I only have you, 114 cares about you, not others." 114 spoke again, carefully caring for the faint consciousness in the middle of its nerve center, as if it would be extinguished like a candlelight at any time.

"Execute." Yan Bai just said this. Her consciousness gently brushed past 114, as if she was touching 114's head, and her voice was soft and soft.

"good."

114 was silent for a few seconds, and finally compromised. Its host knew very clearly that it could never refuse any of her requests.
Chapter completed!