[Dead ......]

Die?

【Kill ......】

Kill?

[Kill me......]

Oh?

[I...... I want to die......]

……

The hand that was enough to tear the hull and in fact had already torn the hull paused.

She has no tongue.

In order to prevent the boring end of biting her tongue and killing herself, Captain Laurent cut off this ending option after removing her tongue and stopping the bleeding in time. While the loss of her tongue would have deprived Captain Laurent of sexual interest in every sense of the word, it was a relatively simple and crude option to prevent her death.

Even so, she was still able to make sounds, but in this dimly lit secret room, she had almost forgotten the language for many years.

Wren could hear [her].

The domineering ability of seeing and hearing is never too complex or efficient, its essence is [listening], as long as human beings are alive, their bodies will make special sounds, and if you use mind reading to describe it, it may be easier to understand. When gifted people first awaken this ability, they can even hear the sound of rocks and iron, and after training, they continue to take shape.

That's where Wren's first call came from.

The voice was full of despair and resentment, and the pure black tone was like a bottomless abyssal hell.

The voice of despair calls to the strong, and the strong have the ability to ...... End her unfortunate life.

Mr. Wren, not interested in any of this.

The misfortune of others meant nothing to him, he just appeared here to put an end to the noise that kept ringing in his ears. The domineering master of seeing and hearing can send and receive freely, but just as you can't shield your ears to passively receive sound information, there are some things that he can't control. Just like the wail of this sad creature right now, the desperate negative feelings and roars annoyed Wren.

He reached out and tried to smash the head of the source of the noise. But in the process, the voice in this person's heart was heard.

She wanted to die, she wanted to end this miserable life.

Wren's outstretched arm paused.

There are many deaths in this world, some of them are dying of support, some of them are starving, some of them are stupid, they are killed, and they are all kinds of ends. What Wren hates most is suicide.

Self-ending life is a choice and a way to find a way out. When people are unable to withstand external or internal pressure, suicide often becomes the last option. Everyone has their own judgment and understanding of this, so whether it is right or wrong does not mean anything to the person concerned.

And for his part, Wren hated the way it ended.

It seems that anything can be done in this world as long as people are willing to pay the price, and even if things that were not possible in the past and now are still possible in the distant future. There is only one life...... When it's over, you can't read the file and respawn again, and you can't come back.

Death means the end of everything, and nothing you have in this world will be able to take away a single thing. It is precisely because of this that human beings strive to live in the present. For Wren, at least, he has endured great suffering to this day, and his short life is enough to write a Passion Book. Even though he endured these sufferings that were enough to kill others thousands of times, he still struggled to walk on his own road of no return. For such a person, the option of giving up his life is like denying his very existence.

Those who choose to die must bear a despair that outsiders can never imagine. With different values, it is impossible for human beings to understand each other in such a complex life. Wren didn't want to understand, and he didn't bother to understand, seeing the appearance of the person in front of him, he was not an idiot, although he didn't care, but he understood what she had probably experienced, when he was in the Eight Treasures Water Army before, he saw a lot of the crazy and ugly posture of his subordinates at the banquet.

Now the reason why he didn't smash her head was because of a matter of choice.

That's a value that's hard for others to understand.

Ending the person's life by his own will and giving up his life to be killed by himself are two different concepts.

If it was the former, he would have smashed her head indiscriminately, and although he would not be happy, he would not have any other emotions. In the latter, he would be visibly unhappy, although it was his own hand, but the will to die was not controlled by himself, but by the will to commit suicide that he hated the most.

Although this person does not clearly show this tendency in his life, he ...... Uncle Wren's favorite thing to do is to go against the will of others!

Under the domination of this child-like rebellious mentality, his outstretched arm fell.

Ignoring the filth on the silver hair, he touched his head, no, to be precise, because this man didn't know the power of control, not so much touching his head as grasping his head and turning around.

In her stunned gaze, the young man walked into the dark cage where she was with the sun above the top of the sky, the tip of her nose trembled slightly, and she smelled a smell that had never been seen in this damp and dirty world, the smell of sunlight, and the palm of this person's falling hand, there was a feeling called warmth that dispelled the coldness of this room, and then, this person spoke.

For this man, this is probably the first time in his life that he has said such a thing, and if there are no special circumstances, maybe he should not expect to hear such words from his mouth again in this life.

He said so.

"—live."

Dead silence, Wren withdrew his hand with a bad face, he was not good at doing this kind of thing, let alone words, so his words were intuitive or simple and rude to instill his true meaning. It was only after he had done and finished doing something he had never tried before that he felt uncomfortable with a sense of embarrassment and shame that made him look away from what the consequences of his actions were.

Her dignity as a human being was trampled on, her body was ravaged in every way, and her heart was already dead, and she couldn't even remember her name. The human world has a white side and a black side, and these two are inseparable twin brothers in everything. She had been immersed in the black side for too long, and it wasn't a fluttering word that could have made her feel relief and redemption.

It's just that I don't know why, the corners of her eyes are slightly moist, and the tears that I thought were already thirsty are wetting her face at the moment.

Wren didn't care about the change in the man's state of mind, as if to remove the discomfort in his heart, he turned his attention to the chains that bound the man, and he relentlessly struck again, trying to crush the chains.

It was only at the moment of contact that he retracted his hand with lightning speed, and he frowned slightly.

"Hailou Stone?"