Chapter 560 Thunderstorm on March 2

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The sky was yellow in the evening.

The busy city is full of traffic, and the office workers are rushing to take the bus, and there are people at various intersections.

One of the women was also one of them, very eye-catching in the crowd. The woman had a simple high ponytail, beautiful facial features, naturally curled eyes, charming and natural, firm nose bridge, white and tender skin, and developed very well under the white shirt. The unbuttoned button on the top made people think a lot. The proper red light stopped walking on the green light and crossed the road.

However, beauty is always for a moment.

A large truck drove quickly next to it.

Bang.

The truck driver's face was red, and the woman's blood was red.

Before falling into a coma, the woman felt unparalleled pain and her consciousness quickly drifted away.

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Unconsciously, I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly I “dink” in my mind.

Um?

"Discover the host and start binding."

What…

"System t4g001-0971 is bound successfully."

The woman opened her eyes hard and found that she was in a bright environment, with only a blue display screen empty around her, "Where is this? What is this?"

How does the display without a host light up?

"Hello, this is the interplane. You are dead. I am the system 097, providing you with a chance to live." The mechanized sound came from the display screen.

"This system is the latest innovative fully autonomous destruction system, which does not interfere with the host's progress in any story. It requires the host to destroy a better ending in each story and achieve a worse ending, so as to obtain points. If the points accumulate to 1,000, the host can return to its original world."

"The system will provide you with some guidance in each story."

"What" story?

Before the heroine could ask questions, the environment suddenly brightened, and the whiteness in front of her eyes, and her consciousness was broken again.

I opened my eyes with difficulty and found that I had moved into a completely unfamiliar environment.

The surroundings are all wooden furniture, with a retro style, which looks like the 19th-century European family introduced in the book. The huge chandeliers are lit with gentle yellow light and the fireplace next to them is warm.

"Oh God finally returned my poor child." A female voice came from her side.

Turning his head and looking at him, a woman was sitting by the bed with tears in her eyes, wearing a bright foreign dress, a bit like a lolita, with lace decoration on her chest, her skirt was enlarged, and her skirt was dragged to the ground long. She was holding a white veil in her hand, looking at herself lovingly.

What does this have to do with God?

As soon as Jiang Ting was confused, his head was sore, and his temple was like a needle pricked, and a large amount of information emerged.

I am now in the fairy tale "The Little Match Girl" chapter, a supporting role that is so small, a little writer's child, Aurang Oula, according to the original work, when I go out, I will meet the protagonist little girl, snatch one of her shoes and run away. Then the little girl did not sell her matches for the night, and died tragically on the street the next day, and the whole article ended.

According to the system requirements, I should be able to speed up the death of the little girl.

Jiang Ting is very good at fairy tales. He has a good memory and has read them a lot. He knows all the stories in it very well.

But where did this unlucky system come from? Why do we destroy fairy tales?

The woman in front of me who was crying beside me should be the wife of the little writer.

"Mother, I'm much better and want to go out." Jiang Ting sat down and made a gentle suggestion.

The snow is already falling outside the arched window, and the Gothic head is pointed outside, and the sky is dim and it is about to come to night.

Go out and meet the protagonist and then make plans.

"My stupid child, my body just ran out. Are you planning to return to the Lord?"

The Lord in the woman's mouth should be the great Christian Jesus. Andersen's fairy tale seems to be quite superstitious.

Jiang Ting's eyes rolled a few times.

"Mother, look at the snow outside, how beautiful it is. The great Lord prefers children who have been washed by the snow."

Jiang Ting, who successfully convinced the woman, quickly ran out. He was well prepared before leaving the door, wearing a suit, wearing a big cotton jacket and big cotton pants, a thick hand-knitted scarf, a pair of velvet leather gloves and small leather boots, and the money he was asking for.

Because it was New Year's Eve, many shops on the street were closed and there were few pedestrians.

According to the original work, I should have met a little girl with blond hair, and then took one of her already pitiful shoes and said that this shoes could be a cradle for my future children :)

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting ran around and looked for the girl's figure. He didn't see a little girl from left to top and then down.

Just as Jiang was about to cross the street and search again, a little girl with golden hair came across the street. She looked seven or eight years old, with a white face and no complexion. She had several patches on her cotton coat, and her pants were still single. She was wearing slippers much larger than hers, crossing the street.

Da da da da da.

Two carriages drove over quickly on the street, "Don't block the way." The groom said viciously and left.

The girl hurriedly dodged and ran to the street with difficulty, but the slippers ran away, revealing her scarred feet.

At this time, those feet were stepping on the cold snow, and Jiang Tingguang felt cold when he looked at it.

[Tip: The host can speed up the ending by snatching the matches from the little girl's arms]

The girl sucked, wrapped the matches in her old apron, stood up to pick up shoes, and her feet quickly turned red because of the snow.

She couldn't find one shoe, but the other shoe rolled next to Jiang Ting's feet.

The simple slippers were lying at their feet, but Jiang Ting became entangled.

Whether it is according to the system or the original work, I am going to do bad things now.

The girl grabbed the apron with one hand to prevent the match from falling out, held it with the other hand, slowly came to Jiang Ting in front of him, and put her little feet into her big slippers.

"Do you want to buy matches? 1 kroner per box." The girl asked in a tender voice.

It should be because it is almost impossible to hold on, and the voice is so light and weak.

Jiang Ting's mouth moved, and he opened and closed, and his mind was frantically struggling with thoughts.

"Aren't you going home? Today is New Year's Eve." Jiang Ting asked while thinking.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was blowing along the streets, and a small piece of her legs was exposed in the girl's trouser legs. Jiang heard that she should be very cold.

The girl was stunned, her head drooped, and she hugged some matches in her arms, "I couldn't sell a match. My father must be very angry. He took out his horse and trained his whip and hit me, and at home..."

The house is also cold.

Jiang Ting was very clear. Although the original story was short, this passage was explained. The walls in her house were also very cold. There was a roof that could be buzzed with wind, and the broken mouth was blocked with grass and rags.

Even though Jiang Ting knew about this early, when the truth happened in front of him, he still couldn't help but feel worried.

The girl with the other shoe was not found, and moved to the side, shrinking in small circles, intending to stay away from the wind that made her painful.

Jiang Ting, who witnessed the whole process, held it involuntarily.

If you don’t have the help of others in the orphanage, you will live in such a bleak life.

Didn’t it all say that it is a fully autonomous system? I do mine and take one step at a time.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting's eyes became firmer, and he picked up another slipper that the girl had dropped from the inconspicuous corner next to him and handed it to her.

"Put your shoes well."

Jiang took out a pair of large cotton gloves from the small leather bag he was carrying and stuffed them, "Put it for you."

call.

The wind roared in his ears, rolled up the white snow and slapped the two of them, trembling with the little girl. Then he took the gloves nervously, and the thick touch made her laugh.

"This is so warm." The girl stuffed her frostbite little hand into her gloves and happily went out, "Get a match, Nuannuan."

A match was pulled out of the apron and scratched it on the wall. The little flame was carefully blocked by her other hand and handed it towards Jiang Ting.

It's really easy to satisfy.

"Thank you." Jiang listened to take the matches, took out the 50 kroner from the kind woman who coaxed them from his bag and handed them to the little girl, "Sell me some matches."

The little girl smiled even more happily and gave Jiang a large bag of matches in her arms, "I'll give you all sixty boxes of matches in total, thank you."

"No need to have so many matches." The fireplace at home was still lit, but he bought so many matches with money. Jiang Ting's scalp tightened and didn't know how to explain later.

"Otherwise I can't accept your money, the fair Lord is watching." The little girl stood firm and planned to return the banknotes to Jiang again.

"Then you can go back after selling, it's dark soon." Jiang listened to the match and persuaded him.

You shouldn't be frozen to death when you get home.

The little girl nodded wildly, her hands were praying, closed her eyes and muttered something, then left with the corner of her mouth and disappeared into the alley.

Keep Jiang Ting and a large bag of matches in place.

Jiang Ting shrank his neck and felt that the match was particularly hot.

How can I explain to her kind mother later?
To be continued...