All Worlds Madhouse

The sunshine came to this town at about the same time as it had in the past few decades.

However, the town today is different from the town yesterday.

The school bus encountered a red light when passing through Pamir Street. Through the window, I could clearly see a five-story large supermarket on the corner of the street.

When was it established? I didn't even notice it yesterday.

No matter what, more and more new buildings are rising in this town every day, including shopping malls, stations, and even playgrounds. It's like they were piled up overnight with building blocks, and you might see a brand new picture at every corner. It was like I was in a trance, and I hadn't woken up from the dream.

This is a good thing, because these things make the town more modern and more convenient, and it is easier for people to find jobs.

But I am not happy at all because all of these are stained with the name of "Umbrella Company". Even the car I'm riding in right now is the product of an umbrella company.

Umbrella. Umbrella. Even the toilet has Umbrella printed on it. Everything in this town is made by Umbrella. Sometimes I even wonder if the people in this town are also owned by Umbrella Company.

Everyone loves an umbrella, except me.

Not only because of its uncomfortable logo, but also because it robs mom and dad.

As far back as I can remember, they almost never stayed at home. Sometimes they would come back only once a week or even a month.

After arriving home, they slept, thinking with papers half as tall as a person, or quarreling with each other. All they have in mind is their work.

When I was nine years old, they promised me to go to an amusement park. However, this year I am 14 years old, and this promise has still not been fulfilled. They have not attended parent-teacher conferences and have not sent me to school. Even though I got full marks in the final exam. That day, everyone was congratulating me. Except them.

But it doesn’t matter. Anyway, it’s nothing strange that I get perfect marks every time.

My classmate Angel, on the other hand, said that I was a monster. Her reason was very good, because she heard from her father that the people in the Umbrella Company were all researching nuclear weapons or monsters. Everyone in the town who was not admitted to the Umbrella Company was... Like to say that.

And my parents work for Umbrella, so they're monsters too.

As for me, I am even more of a monster. If I were not a monster, how could I possibly solve those math problems?

Unknowingly, the school bus had stopped at the gate of the school.

I sat quietly on the chair, waiting for people to leave. I like to be the last one to get off the bus, because then I don’t have to worry about the pointing eyes behind me.

"Hi Shirley, Miss Platinum!"

Just as I stepped off the school bus, there was a shout from the front.

I looked toward the sound and saw Mr. Hilton running out of his guardroom with a box in his hand.

"I'm so sorry. I found this email on my desk this morning. I don't know when it was put there. Maybe I forgot."

"Thank you, Mr. Hilton." I said with a smile. He is a typical good old man. Maybe he feels a little guilty for leaving this email behind. But he doesn't have to be like this, because I can know this email without opening it. There can't be anything important in it.

Because I don't have many friends.

In the boring classroom, the teacher is still talking about boring questions. To be honest, I don’t know how difficult these questions are, because no matter what knowledge it is, I can learn it all as long as I listen to it once.

Maybe it's like Angel said, I'm a monster.

Finally, when the boredom in my heart reached its peak, I remembered the box in my desk.

I'll take it out

A small gift box with a gift ribbon tied with a bow on the outside, but the lame technique made it look more like tying shoelaces.

What could be inside?

Oh, what else could it be, a certificate of achievement from a chemistry competition, or an invitation to a boring competition somewhere?

If I didn't want to use this method to remind my parents that they also have a daughter, how could I possibly participate in this kind of thing.

But anyway, I opened the gift box.

But then, I was slightly stunned.

Because the contents of the gift box were somewhat beyond my expectations.

Not a ridiculous certificate, not an invitation but a test tube. The bright red liquid inside looked like dried plasma, with some tiny visible bubbles.

I picked it up by mistake and the liquid twisted slightly.

It was like a living thing being disturbed from a lucid dream.

I didn't know what it was, so I looked back to the bottom of the box, where there was a small note.

I picked it up and opened it.

[Hello, Miss Shirley Platinum]

[Actually, I wanted to say 'Dear Shirley', but the person in my family is not happy with any female name after 'Dear', so just to be on the safe side, you know. 】

【.Oh, I'm sorry, I think you may not understand, but it doesn't matter. 】

[Let’s stop talking. What you are holding in your hand now is a complete copy of the G virus. I found it from your pharmacy. Maybe you don’t know what the G virus is yet, but you will soon. knew. 】

[So, I won’t say much about how to use this potion. You can inject it into your own body and start on your way to the pinnacle of evolution again, or you can give it directly to your parents so they can finish their ridiculous job and take you with them. Go to a quieter city. Or, you can destroy the Umbrella Company and directly rule the entire planet. 】

[You are a thoughtful girl, we all know this, so I respect all your choices. 】

[Finally. I will always remember the days I spent with you, and you will never forget them. This is great. 】

【—————— Zi Liang Yours sincerely. 】