But there is no way
The door is closed
Closed tightly
Leave only a pale shadow
He was shocked and pulled the door hard, but it didn't move at all, as if it was locked.
He stared at the door, stepped back step by step, and suddenly reacted and fought desperately: Qingxiao, open the door! Open the door!
Qingxiao, please! Open the door!
Qingxiao! Please!
Please!
……
The cry became more and more miserable and humble, but there was no response
There was never a response
His voice was gradually hoarse, and he finally fell to the ground when his legs were weak.
Without his cry for help and the door-slap, the surroundings were almost terrifyingly quiet, only the clock without a pointer ticking, and continued to move forward in the steps of nothingness, as if stepping on his heart.
It's just time that moves forward, it's him who's trapped
He is destined to be detained in this completely confined space, locked up until he is old and dead
Suddenly, a scream came, as if the whip was tearing the air, he shouted, hugged his head with both hands
But this is just an illusion, no one is hitting him, and he doesn't feel the pain, nor does he feel the pain
Perhaps even the sound of the whip breaking through the air was just an illusion of his extreme mental tension.
However, the sound did not disappear, but became clearer and clearer. More and more sounds joined in, forming a blurred buzzing sound, impacting his eardrums. It seemed that countless flies flew into his ears, shouting, digging, and trying to drill into his body and eat all his flesh and blood
What's that sound? One more time, another again
Is it the whip tearing the flesh, the slap sound of the cheeks, or just the lewd sound of the body hitting it?
The complex images came one after another, as if the paper confetti in the kaleidoscope kept shaking
He saw himself locked in the cage in a kneeling position, his feet, ankles, knees, elbows, wrists, all locked at the bottom of the cage with iron rings. He could not move, could not see, could not hear, and could not speak.
He saw that he was forced to take various shameful postures, and from the beginning he was embarrassed and angry, he gradually became numb and obedient.
He saw himself trembling under the whip and torture, screaming and crying, begging for a little mercy to the high-ranking teacher...
You must learn to obey... The cold and cold fingers stroked his body, as if a lizard was crawling on his skin: You are just a slave, the humblest existence
Pain Pain Pain
All over the body, from the inside out, hurt everywhere
His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open his eyes. He heard his exhausted self suppressing his anger and begging in a low voice: Master, please allow the slave to sleep...
Silence followed by the insidious and calm answer of the teacher: If the request is not allowed, you must first answer the question Who is that person?
Slap Slap Slap
He kept falling down, kept getting up and kneeling, and kept repeating: Sorry, the master and slave don't know...
But he must know
He wants to sleep, he wants to stop it
You have to learn to obey...
Yes, he needs to obey and not be beaten
He crawled on the ground, trying to lick his master's leather shoes to show his surrender, but where is the master? Where is the master?
He crawled around in this secret room in panic, licking the floor desperately, like an abandoned puppy looking for his master's breath
But what's wrong
Without the fragrance of pine needles on his familiar owner, the smell of paint wafted into his nose.
The supposedly pungent aura instead gave his confused mind a strange stimulation, which made him gradually come to his senses:
How come there is a paint smell? There is no paint in the teacher's magic box
He crawled along the smell like a puppy, and finally found the flaw
Originally the place where the window was covered with a piece of white paper, all the window frames were painted white, the colors were very similar, and the light was dim, so he was too nervous, and he didn't see it at first sight
He stared at the window and slowly let out a long breath. After a while, he let out a miserable silly smile.
A completely closed cottage with a clock without a pointer... slowly emerged from the depths of memory. It was in a similar room that he and Qingxiao made a bloody oath
And the one who set up that room and tried to tear his soul apart was his master
Kasuma Ninja
His master, his enemy
Now he can finally call that name
He closed his eyes and felt tears soaring in his heart as if the tide was rising
However, the world did not disappear because of this. He saw the pale, lonely face of the master's face, like a dead moon, floating on a dreamlike black background.
The face gradually sank, sinking, disappearing like salt in the water...
He took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, tearing the white paper in front of him
The window became brighter again, and thousands of rays of light penetrated into the house. The sunset dyed the entire sea surface into blood-red. The tall fir trees pierced the clouds. A seabird screamed and flapped its wings and swept across the window.
He didn't realize that he changed color, and staggered and almost fell to the ground. At this moment, the clock without a pointer behind him made a huge roar, at least in his heart:
One, two, three...
Had been knocking six times
Who is pronounced in the dark? His voice is as deep as the sea in the middle of the night: I'll give you another minute to take a look at everything around me
It's dusk now, around 6:30, the sun is about to set, the moon has just climbed up to the tops of the fir trees, the sea breeze is very salty, and there are the sound of seagulls in the distance.
Remember these carefully. In the future, every similar scenery will make you tremble because they will make you think of today and every detail you encounter today.
That will be a nightmare that you will never forget forever, and you will never be able to get rid of it forever in your life.
He didn't feel afraid, he just couldn't control his trembling body seemed to be out of touch with his brain. Something cut off the connection between the two. His legs were shaking involuntarily. He wanted to shout, but his throat was dry and rustling, and his legs were so weak that he wanted to kneel down. He barely held the window frame with his hand. The paint on the window frame was not completely dry. The tentacles were soft and greasy, and he actually took off a layer of skin.
If he wants to escape, he must leave and stay, he will die
This is the only thought in his mind now
No, he wasn't afraid, he just wanted to leave
The dam of time is about to burst, and he needs to leave before that, and then he can be safe
He started running
He feels he's running
Running desperately with both feet, running so fast, and it's about to fly
The dam began to crack, and countless images were marked out from the crack like water in a high-pressure water dragon. Then there was a loud noise from the sky and the earth cracked. The past time chased after it, stirring up huge waves, and roared and pressed down on him.
However, he has been freed
Just as the thunderous roar, the land turned into the ocean, and he successfully flew up and flew in the blue sky
A huge ecstasy swept across his body, and he flew lightly in the sky, looking down at the broken images of the wave of time:
His gentle mother, drunk adoptive father, looked disgusted, and scolded his stepmother at once, whipping and warmth from his teacher Yamashita...
The pale, lonely face once again emerged from the top of the waves, floating on the dark sea like a dead moon
His master, his enemy
Kasuma Ninja
He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, trying to pick the man up from the waves of death. At this moment, the face suddenly turned into a dark brown German shepherd, jumped out of the sea, rushed towards him, and the hideous dog head was leaning in front of him. The heat from his nostrils had a fishy smell and rushed straight to his face.
He finally screamed uncontrollably, his body was like a kite with a broken string, thrown into an unknown distance by the wind and waves...
The sound of the key turning the keyhole came from behind him, bringing him back to the real world
He gasped heavily, his teeth trembled, and he found that he did not scream, just as his feet remained in place
The setting sun outside the window is like blood, and the past is like a tide
Those fragments of memory, like beads scattered all over the ground, finally found the thin line of connection
He couldn't bear it, but he couldn't bear it, because his whole body had exhausted his strength and could not move at all. He could only stand in front of the window, allowing fear to spread little by little like a snake venom
The sunset is still hanging there. The seabirds still maintain the same posture, rolling their eyes and laughing at him coldly
He suddenly realized that it was not a real scene, it was just a huge set board standing outside the window
The sunset, sea water, fir trees, all the images are very realistic, the seabird, with a very rigid style, like a fat pigeon, hanging listlessly among the clouds
But these images are all fake
The only thing that is true is the eternal sound of the waves and the smell of the sea with a damp and salty smell, which continue to float from behind the false set board.
He still can't return to his soul
Yesterday and today, hallucinations and reality appear in front of him
There was a fake dusk in front of him, a set, and behind this set was a real dusk. The real waves were confused by these thoughts, and their fears were slightly reduced. They could collect some strength and turn around with difficulty.
Qingxiao stood at the door and looked at him quietly
He was filled with mixed feelings and couldn't help but have the urge to cry. He wanted to run over and hug Qingxiao, want to hide in his warm arms for comfort, want to shout the other person's name and tell him how much he loves him.
But he couldn't say anything, his tongue was stiff and numb, and he couldn't make any sound
So he could only stay where he was waiting, waiting for Qingxiao to come and hug him
But Qingxiao did not come here
The look of his eyes was extremely cold, or not cold, but something that he could not tell, but he knew that the emotions were all surging because of him.
That look made him chill
Did it take a few minutes or hours? He no longer remembers it
Qingxiao finally spoke, his voice slow and calm: I kept thinking, what exactly does your heart do? Can't you see or feel my kindness to you? Why at this time, you still think about him, never give up any chance, and come to save him immediately?
Looking at his eyes, there was an indescribable pain, Qingxiao said word by word: Tell me, why do you betray me?
His mind buzzed, he couldn't understand what line this was
The eyes were like two sharp knives, which made him unable to resist shivering. He could only lean against the wall desperately, his legs were trembling violently, like a child who was punished to stand.
The sound of waves from outside the window seemed to have changed, with a broken tone of ridicule or this is not true, the waves are still repeating the monotonous sound, never changing, never extinct
The endless sea of memories
Kiyoko is still continuing to tell, her handsome face is twisted because of pain or anger?
Sometimes I wonder, what exactly is I to you? Why can you forget the promise between us completely? Why do you forget me?
The legs were very weak, and the eyes were getting dark. He felt that he could not support him anymore, but he had to say something, he had to say it, he didn't want that person to be so sad
He held his hands behind his back, leaning on the windowsill, mobilizing all his strength to prepare to open his mouth, and the sound of hissing air flow came from the gaps in his teeth. Those words were on his lips, but they couldn't say it, but they couldn't say it.
In front, those eyes were still looking at him, something was breaking in his eyes
A voice seemed to come from somewhere far away: Have you ever loved me? Or is it just my wishful thinking from beginning to end?
Do you just want to use me and escape from that island, so you say you love me?
Otherwise, why not sooner or later, and only then?
……
The world began to shake, and he felt dizzy, maybe it would be easier to lose consciousness, but before that, there was one thing he had to do those words stuck in his throat, like little bugs falling in syrup, struggling to get up and down
Kiyotaka, Kiyotaka, Kiyotaka, Kiyotaka...
He shouted silently countless times, and the airflow suddenly rushed out of his throat, and he finally made a broken sound:
Kiyotaka
The voice was much smaller than he expected, and it had almost consumed all his strength. But Kiyoko obviously heard it and looked at him in confusion.
He breathed a sigh of relief and his words became clearer, although still not very fluent: I, I just wanted to find the answer... I didn't betray you, I didn't think... I just used you...
His legs were trembling and he was almost unable to support his body. He seized the time and said quickly: Maybe there were some... but no, nothing... If my behavior hurts you, I'm sorry...
sorry
sorry
sorry
……
He should have said countless words to the man, but after only the first one, tears poured into his eyes. The power to support him was instantly taken away. He fell down and lost consciousness.
The door is closed
Closed tightly
Leave only a pale shadow
He was shocked and pulled the door hard, but it didn't move at all, as if it was locked.
He stared at the door, stepped back step by step, and suddenly reacted and fought desperately: Qingxiao, open the door! Open the door!
Qingxiao, please! Open the door!
Qingxiao! Please!
Please!
……
The cry became more and more miserable and humble, but there was no response
There was never a response
His voice was gradually hoarse, and he finally fell to the ground when his legs were weak.
Without his cry for help and the door-slap, the surroundings were almost terrifyingly quiet, only the clock without a pointer ticking, and continued to move forward in the steps of nothingness, as if stepping on his heart.
It's just time that moves forward, it's him who's trapped
He is destined to be detained in this completely confined space, locked up until he is old and dead
Suddenly, a scream came, as if the whip was tearing the air, he shouted, hugged his head with both hands
But this is just an illusion, no one is hitting him, and he doesn't feel the pain, nor does he feel the pain
Perhaps even the sound of the whip breaking through the air was just an illusion of his extreme mental tension.
However, the sound did not disappear, but became clearer and clearer. More and more sounds joined in, forming a blurred buzzing sound, impacting his eardrums. It seemed that countless flies flew into his ears, shouting, digging, and trying to drill into his body and eat all his flesh and blood
What's that sound? One more time, another again
Is it the whip tearing the flesh, the slap sound of the cheeks, or just the lewd sound of the body hitting it?
The complex images came one after another, as if the paper confetti in the kaleidoscope kept shaking
He saw himself locked in the cage in a kneeling position, his feet, ankles, knees, elbows, wrists, all locked at the bottom of the cage with iron rings. He could not move, could not see, could not hear, and could not speak.
He saw that he was forced to take various shameful postures, and from the beginning he was embarrassed and angry, he gradually became numb and obedient.
He saw himself trembling under the whip and torture, screaming and crying, begging for a little mercy to the high-ranking teacher...
You must learn to obey... The cold and cold fingers stroked his body, as if a lizard was crawling on his skin: You are just a slave, the humblest existence
Pain Pain Pain
All over the body, from the inside out, hurt everywhere
His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open his eyes. He heard his exhausted self suppressing his anger and begging in a low voice: Master, please allow the slave to sleep...
Silence followed by the insidious and calm answer of the teacher: If the request is not allowed, you must first answer the question Who is that person?
Slap Slap Slap
He kept falling down, kept getting up and kneeling, and kept repeating: Sorry, the master and slave don't know...
But he must know
He wants to sleep, he wants to stop it
You have to learn to obey...
Yes, he needs to obey and not be beaten
He crawled on the ground, trying to lick his master's leather shoes to show his surrender, but where is the master? Where is the master?
He crawled around in this secret room in panic, licking the floor desperately, like an abandoned puppy looking for his master's breath
But what's wrong
Without the fragrance of pine needles on his familiar owner, the smell of paint wafted into his nose.
The supposedly pungent aura instead gave his confused mind a strange stimulation, which made him gradually come to his senses:
How come there is a paint smell? There is no paint in the teacher's magic box
He crawled along the smell like a puppy, and finally found the flaw
Originally the place where the window was covered with a piece of white paper, all the window frames were painted white, the colors were very similar, and the light was dim, so he was too nervous, and he didn't see it at first sight
He stared at the window and slowly let out a long breath. After a while, he let out a miserable silly smile.
A completely closed cottage with a clock without a pointer... slowly emerged from the depths of memory. It was in a similar room that he and Qingxiao made a bloody oath
And the one who set up that room and tried to tear his soul apart was his master
Kasuma Ninja
His master, his enemy
Now he can finally call that name
He closed his eyes and felt tears soaring in his heart as if the tide was rising
However, the world did not disappear because of this. He saw the pale, lonely face of the master's face, like a dead moon, floating on a dreamlike black background.
The face gradually sank, sinking, disappearing like salt in the water...
He took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, tearing the white paper in front of him
The window became brighter again, and thousands of rays of light penetrated into the house. The sunset dyed the entire sea surface into blood-red. The tall fir trees pierced the clouds. A seabird screamed and flapped its wings and swept across the window.
He didn't realize that he changed color, and staggered and almost fell to the ground. At this moment, the clock without a pointer behind him made a huge roar, at least in his heart:
One, two, three...
Had been knocking six times
Who is pronounced in the dark? His voice is as deep as the sea in the middle of the night: I'll give you another minute to take a look at everything around me
It's dusk now, around 6:30, the sun is about to set, the moon has just climbed up to the tops of the fir trees, the sea breeze is very salty, and there are the sound of seagulls in the distance.
Remember these carefully. In the future, every similar scenery will make you tremble because they will make you think of today and every detail you encounter today.
That will be a nightmare that you will never forget forever, and you will never be able to get rid of it forever in your life.
He didn't feel afraid, he just couldn't control his trembling body seemed to be out of touch with his brain. Something cut off the connection between the two. His legs were shaking involuntarily. He wanted to shout, but his throat was dry and rustling, and his legs were so weak that he wanted to kneel down. He barely held the window frame with his hand. The paint on the window frame was not completely dry. The tentacles were soft and greasy, and he actually took off a layer of skin.
If he wants to escape, he must leave and stay, he will die
This is the only thought in his mind now
No, he wasn't afraid, he just wanted to leave
The dam of time is about to burst, and he needs to leave before that, and then he can be safe
He started running
He feels he's running
Running desperately with both feet, running so fast, and it's about to fly
The dam began to crack, and countless images were marked out from the crack like water in a high-pressure water dragon. Then there was a loud noise from the sky and the earth cracked. The past time chased after it, stirring up huge waves, and roared and pressed down on him.
However, he has been freed
Just as the thunderous roar, the land turned into the ocean, and he successfully flew up and flew in the blue sky
A huge ecstasy swept across his body, and he flew lightly in the sky, looking down at the broken images of the wave of time:
His gentle mother, drunk adoptive father, looked disgusted, and scolded his stepmother at once, whipping and warmth from his teacher Yamashita...
The pale, lonely face once again emerged from the top of the waves, floating on the dark sea like a dead moon
His master, his enemy
Kasuma Ninja
He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, trying to pick the man up from the waves of death. At this moment, the face suddenly turned into a dark brown German shepherd, jumped out of the sea, rushed towards him, and the hideous dog head was leaning in front of him. The heat from his nostrils had a fishy smell and rushed straight to his face.
He finally screamed uncontrollably, his body was like a kite with a broken string, thrown into an unknown distance by the wind and waves...
The sound of the key turning the keyhole came from behind him, bringing him back to the real world
He gasped heavily, his teeth trembled, and he found that he did not scream, just as his feet remained in place
The setting sun outside the window is like blood, and the past is like a tide
Those fragments of memory, like beads scattered all over the ground, finally found the thin line of connection
He couldn't bear it, but he couldn't bear it, because his whole body had exhausted his strength and could not move at all. He could only stand in front of the window, allowing fear to spread little by little like a snake venom
The sunset is still hanging there. The seabirds still maintain the same posture, rolling their eyes and laughing at him coldly
He suddenly realized that it was not a real scene, it was just a huge set board standing outside the window
The sunset, sea water, fir trees, all the images are very realistic, the seabird, with a very rigid style, like a fat pigeon, hanging listlessly among the clouds
But these images are all fake
The only thing that is true is the eternal sound of the waves and the smell of the sea with a damp and salty smell, which continue to float from behind the false set board.
He still can't return to his soul
Yesterday and today, hallucinations and reality appear in front of him
There was a fake dusk in front of him, a set, and behind this set was a real dusk. The real waves were confused by these thoughts, and their fears were slightly reduced. They could collect some strength and turn around with difficulty.
Qingxiao stood at the door and looked at him quietly
He was filled with mixed feelings and couldn't help but have the urge to cry. He wanted to run over and hug Qingxiao, want to hide in his warm arms for comfort, want to shout the other person's name and tell him how much he loves him.
But he couldn't say anything, his tongue was stiff and numb, and he couldn't make any sound
So he could only stay where he was waiting, waiting for Qingxiao to come and hug him
But Qingxiao did not come here
The look of his eyes was extremely cold, or not cold, but something that he could not tell, but he knew that the emotions were all surging because of him.
That look made him chill
Did it take a few minutes or hours? He no longer remembers it
Qingxiao finally spoke, his voice slow and calm: I kept thinking, what exactly does your heart do? Can't you see or feel my kindness to you? Why at this time, you still think about him, never give up any chance, and come to save him immediately?
Looking at his eyes, there was an indescribable pain, Qingxiao said word by word: Tell me, why do you betray me?
His mind buzzed, he couldn't understand what line this was
The eyes were like two sharp knives, which made him unable to resist shivering. He could only lean against the wall desperately, his legs were trembling violently, like a child who was punished to stand.
The sound of waves from outside the window seemed to have changed, with a broken tone of ridicule or this is not true, the waves are still repeating the monotonous sound, never changing, never extinct
The endless sea of memories
Kiyoko is still continuing to tell, her handsome face is twisted because of pain or anger?
Sometimes I wonder, what exactly is I to you? Why can you forget the promise between us completely? Why do you forget me?
The legs were very weak, and the eyes were getting dark. He felt that he could not support him anymore, but he had to say something, he had to say it, he didn't want that person to be so sad
He held his hands behind his back, leaning on the windowsill, mobilizing all his strength to prepare to open his mouth, and the sound of hissing air flow came from the gaps in his teeth. Those words were on his lips, but they couldn't say it, but they couldn't say it.
In front, those eyes were still looking at him, something was breaking in his eyes
A voice seemed to come from somewhere far away: Have you ever loved me? Or is it just my wishful thinking from beginning to end?
Do you just want to use me and escape from that island, so you say you love me?
Otherwise, why not sooner or later, and only then?
……
The world began to shake, and he felt dizzy, maybe it would be easier to lose consciousness, but before that, there was one thing he had to do those words stuck in his throat, like little bugs falling in syrup, struggling to get up and down
Kiyotaka, Kiyotaka, Kiyotaka, Kiyotaka...
He shouted silently countless times, and the airflow suddenly rushed out of his throat, and he finally made a broken sound:
Kiyotaka
The voice was much smaller than he expected, and it had almost consumed all his strength. But Kiyoko obviously heard it and looked at him in confusion.
He breathed a sigh of relief and his words became clearer, although still not very fluent: I, I just wanted to find the answer... I didn't betray you, I didn't think... I just used you...
His legs were trembling and he was almost unable to support his body. He seized the time and said quickly: Maybe there were some... but no, nothing... If my behavior hurts you, I'm sorry...
sorry
sorry
sorry
……
He should have said countless words to the man, but after only the first one, tears poured into his eyes. The power to support him was instantly taken away. He fell down and lost consciousness.
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