novelsite Chapter 217 What is Pretty Cure?
Chapter 217 What is Pretty Cure?
Lu Ming could hear himself crying.
She gently touched her cheek with her fingertips and noticed that her fingertips were already damp with tears.
She could hear her own sobs, her own choked cries, echoing repeatedly in the empty room.
Wandering.
The sound struck the wall and then reflected back to Luming's ears.
She could hear herself crying.
But no one will ever again hold the crying girl and quietly comfort her like her parents did.
But if her parents were still alive, Lu Ming thought somewhat blankly—she wouldn't need to cry so sadly.
Lu Ming misses his parents.
She could sense that some unseen monster was roaming in the dark room.
She began to miss her youth.
Back then, she could hug her teddy bear tightly and trust her parents, believing that her little bear knight would surely be able to defeat the monsters.
Now that his parents have been killed by the monster, Lu Ming doesn't know whose salvation he can pray to for.
Could it be a deity?
Lu Ming knew better than anyone that gods did not exist, and she did not believe that any god could save her from her predicament.
Lu Ming only hoped that if there really were some strange abilities in this world—like the supernatural abilities her parents researched—that could send her back to her childhood or replace her life with her parents, even though her parents were clearly more useful than Lu Ming.
She was always the most useless one.
Realizing she was surrounded by monsters, the ordinary girl, who couldn't see them at all, clasped her hands together and prayed.
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Lu Ming's family atmosphere is almost the same as Jiang Xingni's family atmosphere.
Specifically, neither of them doubted their parents' love for them. However, Lu Ming had some guesses about their parents' research direction, while Jiang Qishi and Ji Hanzhang kept it a complete secret from Jiang Xingni.
They didn't reveal a single detail about their research.
When Lu Ming first heard her parents talk about "strange things," the little girl, who was not yet in elementary school, seriously considered whether she should find a shaman to exorcise the evil spirits for her parents.
Then she realized that shamanistic rituals were also a form of feudal superstition.
Lu Ming was bewildered.
Then she carefully counted her pocket money and realized that it really wasn't enough to hire a shaman for one session.
So Lu Ming regretfully gave up on the idea and decided to observe his parents' behavior for a while longer.
Lu Ming's parents never intended to hide these things from him.
From a young age, they have never shied away from discussing these things in front of them.
They had long been fed up with the world of superpowered individuals, the world behind the veil, the exclusion of ordinary people like them by those with superpowers, and the information blockade they faced from them.
Under the influence of what could be called PTSD, even when facing their own daughter, Lu Ming's parents did not want her to be completely unaware of the truth of the world.
So one day after school during his first year of elementary school, Lu Ming's entire worldview was suddenly turned upside down.
Watching his PhD parents earnestly tell him that there are things like "strange creatures" and "superpowered individuals" in the world, Lu Ming pondered for a while before asking a question.
Have you ever seen a ghost or monster with your own eyes?
As ordinary people who have no right to see strange things, the deer parents honestly shook their heads.
Then they saw Lu Ming clap his hands, completely disbelieving what they were saying.
"That settles it then?" Lu Ming said matter-of-factly. "If such a thing really exists in this world, why haven't either of you seen it, and why haven't I seen it either? Isn't that just lying?"
"I think you two have been scammed!"
The couple, who had failed to persuade Lu Ming, looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
Moving to the lower city was also an arrangement made by the higher-ups.
Nearly ten years after Jiang Qishi and Ji Hanzhang died, for some unknown reason, they finally remembered the Lower City and their deceased colleagues.
Unlike Jiang Qishi and Ji Hanzhang, Lu's parents didn't have the same spirit of dedication to science. They cared more about their own family than the truth.
Therefore, they were more cautious than Jiang Qishi and Ji Hanzhang, who moved directly into the deepest part of the lower city. As a result, they survived longer than Jiang Qishi and Ji Hanzhang.
—Although in the end, he still could not escape his fate of death.
Lu Ming didn't really care where he had moved to.
Even though her parents kept nagging her about ghosts, death, and the lower city, Lu Ming never really cared.
No matter where she went, her parents would always be by her side, Lu Ming thought to herself with great certainty. She had no idea that her parents might leave her one day.
In a sense, despite having similar backgrounds and families, Lu Ming and Jiang Xingni have completely different personalities—Lu Ming is more fortunate than Jiang Xingni.
It wasn't until his parents died that Lu Ming truly believed in the existence of ghosts.
It wasn't until he was on the verge of death that Lu Ming truly began to pray that those superhumans would still exist.
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Lu Ming could sense that his death was imminent.
She could hear breathing.
It wasn't my own breathing, but the breathing of another creature.
Sometimes near, sometimes far, it breathed softly and tremblingly in Luming's ear.
Something rough and something wet was licking the deer's ears.
She dared not speak, she dared not cry, she dared not vomit, she dared not scream.
She could only hug her arms and close her eyes tightly, awaiting her impending death.
Then Lu Ming heard another voice.
It was a human voice, but it was unclear whether it belonged to a male or female.
The voice, sharp and cold, came from afar and finally resounded in Lu Ming's ears.
"I said, stay away from her!"
Lu Ming opened his eyes blankly, his hands still in a praying posture.
When I looked up, this was the scene before me.
The hood of the person wearing a black cloak was blown up by the wind.
A face completely covered by a mask was revealed, and the black hair, which had been tied up, had now fallen loose, seemingly due to excessive exercise.
Lu Ming couldn't see the other person's eyes clearly.
All she could notice was the gaze that fell upon her when the other person turned around.
Calm and gentle.
The wind whipped his black cloak and black hair, making them flutter together.
So all that remained in Lu Ming's eyes was an overwhelming expanse of black.
Oh my God, Mom.
The girl thought to herself in a daze.
There really are Pretty Cure girls in this world!