"Bang bang bang"! Zhong Lan stretched out her hand and slammed the doorknob hard, twisting the doorknob hard, but there was no movement at all, seeing Sarri gradually approaching behind her, and there was no way out next to her, she couldn't care so much. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Remembering that there was a key in the package, I decided to gamble once. She doesn't believe that there will be a mortal game and a door that can't be opened in the dungeon!

"Click".

The key was inserted into the lock, and with a twist of force, the door opened. Zhong Lan rushed in, locking the door before Sarri rushed in. As it turned out, no matter how much Sarri outside banged and roared, there was no way to get in.

Zhong Lan leaned against the door, panting slightly, his shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Finally safe for the time being......"

She squinted and looked around, only to see that it was a punishment chamber, and the walls were covered with punishment instruments, locks to hang people on the walls, and even iron prisons in which people could be tortured to death.

She breathed a sigh of relief and walked straight to the table in front of the lock, with a stack of books and a notebook on it, which seemed out of place in her surroundings.

And just ran into the book, it was suddenly dark in front of me, and the two words "Surrey" appeared on the page of the book, but Zhong Lan didn't see it, and what he heard in his ears was the notification sound of the system:

"Ding...... Congratulations to the brave Zhong Lan for triggering the memory fragments, please carefully digest everything you see. ”

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"Nothing you see is real."

"Nothing you hear is true."

"Nothing you touch is real."

"Nothing you have is real."

Someone sang intermittently in his ear, and the broken tune came out of the broken throat, and the sound was in the ear. When Zhong Lan opened his eyes, he found that he was confined to a child's body and couldn't move, but he could feel all the feelings of the child.

The child was hung from the wall of the penal chamber, the hooks of the locks piercing his shoulders and legs, and he whispered strange lyrics from his mouth in pain and powerlessness. The tune was intermittent, and if it weren't for Zhong Lan attached to him, he wouldn't be able to discern what he was singing.

The picture changed intermittently, and suddenly a sharp stinging pain startled Zhong Lan. In front of the little boy appeared a man with a whip in his hand, which had thorns on it and the burning sensation of being roasted by the fire.

Every whip on the little boy is a piercing pain, and this pain, Zhong Lan, who is attached to the boy, empathizes, this pain Zhong Lan can bear, but it does not mean that this big child can also bear it, after the cruel whipping, the little boy is already dying.

The man with the whip waited for a while, splashed cold water on the boy who was about to faint, and continued to punish him, and only after a full hour had passed he stopped.

Zhong Lan, who was also enduring the pain, heard the man's voice: "Cheap seed, stay where you should be!" It is not such a simple punishment to dare to go out again and make the master unhappy! ”

“…… Why? ”

After the man left, the boy kept his head down in silence, and Zhong Lan, who was attached to him, knew that his limbs were now in sharp pain, and the place where the lock pierced was like a fire, and his skinny body was covered with red whip marks, each of which was shocking.

After a long time, so long that Zhong Lan wondered if the boy was dead, he struggled to say a few words from his mouth.

“…… Why? ”

The latter words were not said, the words stopped abruptly after three words, and after muttering to himself, the boy lowered his head silently, Zhong Lan was in his body, and he obviously felt that his eyes were hot, as if there was some liquid to squeeze out, but there was a tingling pain in his lips, and the boy clenched his tears in his eyes.

Why, why, why!

Why can't he say a single word in the back of the word, he muttered two questions before hanging his head and closing his eyes slightly.

Zhong Lan's heart palpitated. The screen transitions again.

"Brother! Brother! Do you hurt? ”

A girl with blond hair and blue eyes who looked like a rag doll in a pink dress stood in front of the boy with a worried expression.

The white and tender little hands pushed the boy who was slowly waking up from the fainting, and his delicate face was full of fear and innocence.

"Brother...... I thought something had happened to you? I didn't want to force you to go out and play if I knew I would......" The girl pursed her mouth aggrievedly, tears poured out as if she didn't want money, and she choked up before the boy could say anything, "Brother doesn't hurt...... My brother doesn't hurt...... Whoo doesn't hurt anymore...... Woowoo woo ......"

The boy's eyes opened with difficulty, and his pupils gradually focused in the direction of the girl, facing the sunlight, and he could barely see the girl's outline, and the fresh face—like an angel.

And this pure angel is weeping for me.

The boy suddenly wanted to reach out and touch the girl's face, but when he stretched out his hand tremblingly, he found that there was no good flesh on his bone-covered arm, and there was one bruise after another, and the blue and black hands were like animal claws, and even the girl's face was defiled.

He blinked, subconsciously retracting his hand.

"Brother?" The girl was confused.

The boy nodded slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't come to me again." ”

The girl was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Brother, what's wrong with you?" Father didn't mean to punish you...... I've explained to them that I want you out......"

But the boy was not moved, although Zhong Lan could feel his clenched palms, and his eyes kept entangled in the girl's face, full of longing. But he still didn't say a word.

Even indifference.

This indifference and silence finally disappointed the girl, and when she saw that the boy did not want to talk to her, she took a bottle out of her pocket and placed it carefully beside the boy's wooden bed. "Brother, this is wound medicine, you have to rest well! Friya went first......"

The boy remained motionless until the girl slowly left, and then he suddenly hugged his head, tears gushing out like a river, staining the torn pants on his legs.

In this filthy, gloomy, damp, cold, and blood-filled punishment chamber, a small body curled up in a ball for the last feeble struggle.

Zhong Lan felt his pain and despair, silently waiting for the picture to disappear.

The darkness in front of him flashed, and the boy's crisp singing voice suddenly sounded in his ears, but the tail note rose and the lyrics were broken, and it sounded heart-wrenching.

"It's not the real world...... Despair makes me cry......"

"Mom left me, Dad abandoned me, my sister took all my love......"

"Why don't you die, why don't you die......"

"If the angels can't belong to me...... Why don't you call the light to die ......"

Zhong Lan gasped and silently recited the name of a person he heard - Friya, so the identity of the boy can be imagined.

Is this Surrey's past?