The surroundings were silent, no one responded, but he clearly felt that there was a danger approaching
Yes, is someone approaching the man wearing a mask?
Even in the darkness, he could feel the strange fluctuations of the air
The man was clearly getting closer and closer to him, and when the scorching breath blew on his neck, his heart almost stopped beating
Excessive fear was suppressed in my heart, and I couldn't even shout out that my body was as stiff as if it was petrified.
The whipping continues, the pain does not decrease slightly
Breathing is so hot, the wind is so clear
Who can tell him that he should escape from this nightmare like this?
The stiff body suddenly jumped up like a fish, and sharp pain came from the neck
He screamed, shouted, struggled until exhausted
Sometimes he feels that he is dreaming because he only hears the sound of the wind but does not feel the pain
Sometimes the pain becomes very distinct again, so severe that it seems to be reality
He was lost in a dream like a illusion and real, sweating profusely
He was a little grateful when he urged him to wake him up from his daze.
The seamless walls around him, the clock without pointers, and the everlasting ticking sound once made him deeply afraid, but returning to this prison actually made him feel at ease
As long as you don't fall into a nightmare, it's all right
He finished licking dog food quietly. He was now very familiar with the taste, but it was not bad.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and he was only recovering a little bit now. He felt like a fish with bone spurs removed from it, soft and weak without any strength.
Wan looked at him quietly and said: How do you feel today?
Yu smiled weakly, reluctantly cheered up and said: It's okay
He didn't know that his deep eye sockets and dead gray face had exposed his weakness, but he just instinctively wanted to hide himself in front of the teacher.
Ren did not expose his lie, and said warmly: I want to know what the whip in your lower body is, but I won't force you to choose to tell me, or stay here to continue thinking.
Yu smiled bitterly: If I told you, I didn't know, would you believe it? I was really afraid of being left alone, so he hurriedly added: But this is the truth
He looked at him thoughtfully, smiled suddenly and said: OK, I will give you a chance to convince me
Yu breathed a sigh of relief and rested his head on Nin's thigh. The slightly warm human body brought him the warmth of reality and he couldn't help but rub it.
This action brought him unexpected pain, and then he realized that the skin on his neck had been worn out.
Yu Yidai, his mind, which seemed a little bit, suddenly rotated like a kaleidoscope:
Could it be that the whipping he experienced and the sound of the wind he heard were not dreams?
Or is it because he struggled hard to withstand the harassment of the nightmare that he was worn out?
Is this a nightmare or a carefully arranged reality?
He was once again in confusion
********************
Time passes quietly
He didn't know how long he had been in this strange room, and time and space had lost its concept here.
The nightmare that followed him continued to entangle him, but it was constantly mixed with the plot in reality, becoming fragmented and chaotic
He often dreams that he is whipped by a man wearing a mask. Sometimes he feels pain, sometimes there is only the sound of the wind, and sometimes the person holding the whip simply turns into a Kasuma Ninja.
Sometimes he came back to see him, and although he always woke him up with a whip, he still welcomed him, because only in this way could he meet a living, flesh and blood person in a bright environment.
But he always asks him to confess everything, and this is exactly what he doesn't want to do the least. He is forced to do so, so he has to say something trivial or just make up a few words.
After realizing that he was lying, he didn't appear for a long time, leaving him alone in the blank space and trapped in the mystery of reality and dreams.
In order to prolong the time Ninja is present, he has to repeat lies to deal with Ninja's repeated interrogations until he feels that he can make the fake a mistake and make the real one.
This became another difficult task for him, so that dealing with Ninja's questions gradually became part of his nightmare
He always dreams that he is whipped and interrogated, sometimes in the shape of a child, and sometimes in the reappearance of slave life. Dreams and reality gradually blurred the difference. As the time of staying in his silence became shorter and shorter, he could no longer tell whether he was awake or dreaming.
He knows he's breaking
When eating, this thought occasionally flashes through his mind
We must find a way to change, we must find a way to escape
Now, relying on his own strength, we will definitely not be able to save ourselves
As his mind became increasingly drowsy, this became clearer in his heart
There will definitely be opportunities, and he must wait
He has been working hard all the way until now, not to be someone else's puppet
This world is not a madhouse, death is not the purpose of life
The voice that has always been with him still sounded in his ears from time to time, encouraging him to continue to persevere, and all efforts will definitely be rewarded.
That's Mr. Yamashita, maybe not
It is the mother, the filial piety, and the embodiment of anyone in life who has given him kind care
When he was awake, he would recall that dusk over and over again, he fainted in the strong arms of the teacher at the foot of the mountain; when he recalled that rich summer night, love quietly grew between him and Qingxiao...
Those pictures reappeared in his mind, and the voice echoed in his blood:
Not everything has been lost, what else must be persisted in
The fire of youth's soul burned stubbornly in the mist, weak and sluggish, but he just refused to extinguish it
Darkness hit again Darkness has been coming for centuries and seems to never leave
The whip is still raging, he is still the helpless boy tied up, watching the masked man approaching step by step
Seven steps, five steps, three steps...
The man's scorching breath blew on his cheeks. He closed his eyes in fear again, and forced himself to open it, looking straight at the pale mask and the familiar and strange eyes behind the mask.
Those eyes, those eyes...
In the flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered everything, reality and dream merged into one at this moment
The man slowly took off his mask and showed a familiar face
That was his teacher, his benefactor:
Teacher Yamashita
Yes, is someone approaching the man wearing a mask?
Even in the darkness, he could feel the strange fluctuations of the air
The man was clearly getting closer and closer to him, and when the scorching breath blew on his neck, his heart almost stopped beating
Excessive fear was suppressed in my heart, and I couldn't even shout out that my body was as stiff as if it was petrified.
The whipping continues, the pain does not decrease slightly
Breathing is so hot, the wind is so clear
Who can tell him that he should escape from this nightmare like this?
The stiff body suddenly jumped up like a fish, and sharp pain came from the neck
He screamed, shouted, struggled until exhausted
Sometimes he feels that he is dreaming because he only hears the sound of the wind but does not feel the pain
Sometimes the pain becomes very distinct again, so severe that it seems to be reality
He was lost in a dream like a illusion and real, sweating profusely
He was a little grateful when he urged him to wake him up from his daze.
The seamless walls around him, the clock without pointers, and the everlasting ticking sound once made him deeply afraid, but returning to this prison actually made him feel at ease
As long as you don't fall into a nightmare, it's all right
He finished licking dog food quietly. He was now very familiar with the taste, but it was not bad.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and he was only recovering a little bit now. He felt like a fish with bone spurs removed from it, soft and weak without any strength.
Wan looked at him quietly and said: How do you feel today?
Yu smiled weakly, reluctantly cheered up and said: It's okay
He didn't know that his deep eye sockets and dead gray face had exposed his weakness, but he just instinctively wanted to hide himself in front of the teacher.
Ren did not expose his lie, and said warmly: I want to know what the whip in your lower body is, but I won't force you to choose to tell me, or stay here to continue thinking.
Yu smiled bitterly: If I told you, I didn't know, would you believe it? I was really afraid of being left alone, so he hurriedly added: But this is the truth
He looked at him thoughtfully, smiled suddenly and said: OK, I will give you a chance to convince me
Yu breathed a sigh of relief and rested his head on Nin's thigh. The slightly warm human body brought him the warmth of reality and he couldn't help but rub it.
This action brought him unexpected pain, and then he realized that the skin on his neck had been worn out.
Yu Yidai, his mind, which seemed a little bit, suddenly rotated like a kaleidoscope:
Could it be that the whipping he experienced and the sound of the wind he heard were not dreams?
Or is it because he struggled hard to withstand the harassment of the nightmare that he was worn out?
Is this a nightmare or a carefully arranged reality?
He was once again in confusion
********************
Time passes quietly
He didn't know how long he had been in this strange room, and time and space had lost its concept here.
The nightmare that followed him continued to entangle him, but it was constantly mixed with the plot in reality, becoming fragmented and chaotic
He often dreams that he is whipped by a man wearing a mask. Sometimes he feels pain, sometimes there is only the sound of the wind, and sometimes the person holding the whip simply turns into a Kasuma Ninja.
Sometimes he came back to see him, and although he always woke him up with a whip, he still welcomed him, because only in this way could he meet a living, flesh and blood person in a bright environment.
But he always asks him to confess everything, and this is exactly what he doesn't want to do the least. He is forced to do so, so he has to say something trivial or just make up a few words.
After realizing that he was lying, he didn't appear for a long time, leaving him alone in the blank space and trapped in the mystery of reality and dreams.
In order to prolong the time Ninja is present, he has to repeat lies to deal with Ninja's repeated interrogations until he feels that he can make the fake a mistake and make the real one.
This became another difficult task for him, so that dealing with Ninja's questions gradually became part of his nightmare
He always dreams that he is whipped and interrogated, sometimes in the shape of a child, and sometimes in the reappearance of slave life. Dreams and reality gradually blurred the difference. As the time of staying in his silence became shorter and shorter, he could no longer tell whether he was awake or dreaming.
He knows he's breaking
When eating, this thought occasionally flashes through his mind
We must find a way to change, we must find a way to escape
Now, relying on his own strength, we will definitely not be able to save ourselves
As his mind became increasingly drowsy, this became clearer in his heart
There will definitely be opportunities, and he must wait
He has been working hard all the way until now, not to be someone else's puppet
This world is not a madhouse, death is not the purpose of life
The voice that has always been with him still sounded in his ears from time to time, encouraging him to continue to persevere, and all efforts will definitely be rewarded.
That's Mr. Yamashita, maybe not
It is the mother, the filial piety, and the embodiment of anyone in life who has given him kind care
When he was awake, he would recall that dusk over and over again, he fainted in the strong arms of the teacher at the foot of the mountain; when he recalled that rich summer night, love quietly grew between him and Qingxiao...
Those pictures reappeared in his mind, and the voice echoed in his blood:
Not everything has been lost, what else must be persisted in
The fire of youth's soul burned stubbornly in the mist, weak and sluggish, but he just refused to extinguish it
Darkness hit again Darkness has been coming for centuries and seems to never leave
The whip is still raging, he is still the helpless boy tied up, watching the masked man approaching step by step
Seven steps, five steps, three steps...
The man's scorching breath blew on his cheeks. He closed his eyes in fear again, and forced himself to open it, looking straight at the pale mask and the familiar and strange eyes behind the mask.
Those eyes, those eyes...
In the flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered everything, reality and dream merged into one at this moment
The man slowly took off his mask and showed a familiar face
That was his teacher, his benefactor:
Teacher Yamashita
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