"Can anyone tell me where this is?!"

"Anyone—"

In the dark and lonely corridor, a figure with a long sword on his back was looking in astonishment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is no end in sight to the entire corridor, only a straight road ahead.

There was no response, not even the whispers of rats or insects, only to hear his own inquiry dissipate in reverberations until nothingness.

Walking along the corridor, walking, watching, thinking, the rhythmic "stepping" footsteps along the way made him feel a little reassured.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sudden change in this dim space.

Clusters of subtle light emerged from afar, brightening the hall as the pace progressed, finally illuminating the images on the walls on both sides.

"What is this?" the figure curiously approached the mural, and suddenly a series of vivid movie-like fragments came into view.

In a narrow house, a light is like a bean.

The child, about ten years old, sobbed and knelt on the cold floor. A young woman held a bamboo strip and asked sternly:

"Did you open the paint bucket!?"

"Do you admit it?"

With every word, she whipped the child with a bamboo strip.

Bright red and eye-catching blood marks gradually covered his immature skin.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of whips were repeated in a row, and the child gritted his teeth and held on.

However, in the end, he could not hold back the pain and insults, and chose to compromise with a cry.

Soon after, the picture changed, and the young woman still had a questioning tone: "Why do you admit that it wasn't the paint you moved?"

"yes, why admit it?"

Rodin's expression was full of memories and subtle fear.

On a sunny day, the boys and girls finished their recess activities, and climbed the stairs to rush back with vigor and laughter.

Rodin found a thin back in the crowd.

"I guess this was when I was in junior high school. “

buried his head and did not communicate with others, in the crowd of people rubbing shoulders and jubilant, his back showed an inexplicable loneliness and stubbornness.

"Yes, it's the person in front of you, with a pimple on his face, and he looks scared to death!"

A snarky voice came from behind him, and it was hard to imagine that a young girl could make such a sound.

The stubborn figure felt a slender finger behind him constantly poke his back, poking and counting down.

He turned and stared at the man with a blank expression.

The man was taken aback by his serious appearance, and then his mouth became more and more dirty: "Ouch, dare to look back, you are an ugly ghost, like a pig." Haha!"

The face-to-face ridicule and ridicule instantly made him blush and squeak.

"Bastard!"

The fists are clenched, and the green tendons are abrupt.

"Why? You want to hit me? Come on, it's up to you to dare!?"

One punch, just one punch, let this dog thing that doesn't know how to respect people learn a lesson.

"That would be cool, wouldn't it?"

He struggled for a while, and finally let go of his fist, lowered his head, and turned away without saying a word.

"Why don't you keep fighting? Why?"

Rodin was furious, but helpless.

Below the deserted street, a pair of young men and women, separated by a distance between them, not far away, not far away.

"How do you feel about your new school, and are you still adapting?"

"Well, it feels good, the teachers are very enthusiastic. ”

"You?"

"Me?" the man was stunned for a second.

"Haha, that's it, it's okay. ”

"Oh, then, did you find one?"

――

"No more. ”

He plucked up the courage and asked, "Are you getting a boyfriend?"

A moment of silence.

"I'm looking. ”

"Oh-"

Say it, say what is in your heart!

He suddenly snorted, "What do you think, I—I'll help you find one?"

"Huh?"

The woman lost her mind for a long time.

"Good. “

His mouth was full of bitterness, but he had to continue weaving.

"I have a lot of buddies, all kinds of types. “

"What do you like, and are there any hard and fast requirements?"

"Oh. ”

The woman thought for a moment.

"Be honest, the key is not to be too fat. ”

"Oh. “

"Wait, I'll find you a good one!"

Rodin couldn't help but ask himself, "Why don't you say it? Aren't you a thin man?"

After three scenes, countless fragments of once confused and painful memories on the wall began to flicker and blend, and finally froze in such a static picture:

In the dark space, a young man squatted on the ground with his hands on his knees, his eyes closed and his eyelids trembling, as if he was having a nightmare.

His eyebrows were furrowed, his masseter muscles bulging, and he seemed to be experiencing some kind of torture.

The dark room is silent, and he is like a contemplative in a gray oil painting.

At the end of the corridor, the sound of footsteps "stamping" on the ground came suddenly, from far and near, getting clearer and clearer, awakening Rodin from his state of trance.

Suddenly, a figure came into view.

The same leather armor with a sword on his back, a clone-like look.

"You, I"

"Yes, I am you. ”

"Nonsense, who the hell are you, and how did you get me here?"

"Hehe、、、、" The similar faces who were close at hand suddenly laughed, holding their stomachs with their hands, and the whole person bent down with a smile, laughing uncontrollably.

"I didn't get you here, it's you!"

In the deafening voice, the light and shadow in front of him changed, and the entire endless corridor space turned into a huge circular gallery in an instant, and the three pictures became thirty, hundreds, all of which clearly depicted his deeds, confused, hesitant, and afraid.

Bringing royal grace from the earth, frame by frame, vividly in my mind, clearly recording everything that happened to him.

Countless rejections, repression, and evasions,

He was like a hedgehog huddled in a ball, covered with hideous spikes on the outside, and soft and even cowardly on the inside.

Timid, he has never been able to break through that door and break through the limit.

"No, that's not the case!"

"During this time, I practiced desperately, just to master the powerful power and control my own destiny, I didn't run away or fear anything?"

"And how do you explain these real pictures of the past?"

Deep, deep questioning came from nothingness.

"You're pretending to be approachable, but you're actually a withdrawn, egoistic person. It's just that you're afraid of what others will say, that people will laugh at your character, your loneliness. “

"You don't dare to try to accept the Akama, to accept the Leviathan, just because you are afraid to taste the bitter fruit of failure. “

"You don't dare to leave behind all the trivial things and start a journey around the continent, because you are afraid of the unknown road and covet a comfortable environment. ”

"Admit it, you're a coward, weak, incompetent. ”

"No!" Rodin's face turned red, "if that's the case, then why should I still participate in the gang competition?!

"You only compete to prove your so-called courage, and you don't enjoy the challenge, like at the end—"

Suddenly, a picture flew in front of him,

It was the scene when Rodin flinched in the face of the sheer demon, and it was only at last that he was provoked that he stepped forward desperately.

"Hehe, even if I admit that I was scared, withdrawn, and cowardly. ”

"Shouldn't you be a normal person with these emotions?"

"Courage does not mean arrogance and lack of measure!"

"Why are you questioning me?!" This ethereal question, word by word, said at the tip of his heart, Rodin felt some hidden emotions in his heart being inexplicably triggered, and the desire to vent became stronger and stronger.

The voice of nothingness was silent for a long time,

"All fear comes from the cowardice of the heart. “

"If you don't even admit and accept your true self, then I can't recognize you either, stay here forever!"

"Let me out!"

"Let me out!"

There was no echo, everything was silent, it was pitch black in front of him, and his body could not move at all, like a vegetative person.

"Where the hell is this? Let me out?"

"True self, what exactly do you want to express to me?"