[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Chapter 121 In Dreamland

Ohh Ohh ohh………………

woo woo woo woo…………

woohoo...

Who, who is there?

Who... who is crying?

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

The field of vision was pitch black, the heavy metal harness on the bridge of the nose oppressed the eyelids, and the eyelids were icy cold. In the darkness that deprived the eyesight, the child's tender cries were unusually clear with the extra keen hearing.Hirako did not try to move his body to find the source of the sound, but spoke in a tone that would never appear on Hirako Mako, with a low and gentle voice, with a unique soothing rhythm: "A person falling alone in the dark Tears will only make you more frightened, if you feel frightened, follow the voice and come to me. I'm sorry I can't go to you, because I'm locked up." - Yes, he was locked up, bound by metal shackles Looking at his slender limbs, the metal rivets are deeply pierced into the flesh and blood, the sweet smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of herbs lingers on the end of his nose, the first syllable rolls off the tip of his tongue from his moving lips and teeth, and Su Napingzi is frightened by a little jumped.It was a clear and immature child's voice, but it was so calm and warm that it captivated people's hearts.

Like a moth that is attracted by the light source in the dark and confused its direction, the crying child is also confused by this strange sound. The intermittent crying has a short pause. Resounded: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I don't know who I am either." Pingzi heard his little self laughing and answering with a jumping voice that was almost joking, "As for why I'm here, it's probably because I've turned into a monster."

"Become a monster?" There was a unique rustling sound of cloth rubbing in the darkness, and then a small palm tentatively touched Hirako's cheek. Obviously, the owner of the palm was unprepared and trembling fingertips The moment that flashed across Hirako's face, there was even a crisp sound of fingernails hitting the metal eye mask above the upper eyelid, "Ah, what is that?"

"The shackles and harnesses are anything, they use these things to limit my spiritual power." Reiatsu gathered in the palm of the palm to condense a light ball the size of a palm, and the meager spiritual light cut through the thick and colorful darkness and illuminated the sly smugness on the lips. There was a hint of apology in the little Pingzi's voice, "I gave you the light, I hope my appearance doesn't scare you."

The sound of depressing gasps indeed followed, but the child's spiritual pressure did not go away, and the unique warmth of the human body came from the junction of the brow and the eye mask: "Who are they? Why...why did you treat you like this?"

Pingzi raised his palm and grabbed the palm hovering between his eyebrows and cheeks. As a result of being distracted, the light source condensed in his palm was also disillusioned: "I am a monster, and they are the ones who turned me into a monster."

"Nonsense! You... There is no monster like you!"

"Stop arguing about whether I'm a monster or not." Pingzi, who was bound in place by the metal, slowly tightened his fingers and held the child's soft fingers, "Let me tell you a story."

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"Why...why did Liang Sheng, who was clearly a good person, die in the end?"

"Because he's not bad enough."

"Liang Sheng is a good person, how could he be bad?"

"Because to be a good guy, you have to be a hundred times worse than the worst bad guy in the world."

"I don't understand……"

……

"Hey, I've finished listening to the story, so come with me, little cutie."

"It's you! It's you who brought me here, you're a bad guy!"

The childish accusation caused Hirako to instinctively turn his sightless face towards the direction of the sound, and Hirako heard his young self say in a low voice with a demeanor and majesty that he shouldn't have at this age: "Morita, you are still arresting nobles everywhere. Is your child an experimental subject?"

"Yo, it's come to this point, the kid from Pingzi's family still flirts with me as an aristocrat~~~~" The man called Morita let out a sharp sneer, "Hmph, it's hard to protect yourself, yet you still If you have the strength to care about these trivial matters, the section chief has shown mercy recently. Come, come, cutie, go with uncle, uncle will take you to a good place~~~~~"

"I won't go with you! You are a bad guy!"

The small palm in the palm secreted a lot of sweat, and was robbed of the last trace of heat by fear. The thin fingers unconsciously dug into the tingling and sensitive nerve endings in the palm. In Shen Rui's voice, he protected the child in his arms behind him. Every bone, every muscle, and every nerve in his body were clamoring for scorching and cold pain, but he just proudly raised his head and spoke with an arrogant voice. He lazily stopped the approaching footsteps: "Wait a minute, everything comes first, first come first, even if you want to undergo transformation, I should come first."

"Tsk, I really don't understand what you, a precocious and annoying brat, are thinking." Morita once again snorted a dismissive smile from his nostrils, "This is already No. 30 six, even if it can be more If you live on the experimental table for a day, you will still die. So far, the only one who survived all the transformations and got off the operating table is you. No. ZC016."

"Sometimes, as long as you can persist for a second, you may be saved, let alone a whole day!"

"Oh, oh, it sounds like you haven't given up on those incompetent gods of death yet."

"Uncle Bi Fang will definitely find me!"

"Cut~~~ The newly appointed thirteenth seat of the first team? It's just a small seat officer, not even the vice-captain. You know, we are..."

"Morita!" A majestic and cold voice interrupted the secret that Morita almost blurted out. Unlike the straw sandals that matched the dead bully outfit, the hard footsteps that should obviously belong to hard-soled shoes followed one after another. , the voice suddenly sounded extremely harsh, "You talk too much!"

"Siyi Marseille, Mr. Section Chief, I made a mistake."

"I almost got out of the secret by a child, useless things, get out!"

"Yes, this subordinate will leave immediately."

"You came in time, Matsushima." Little Hirako slumped his shoulders, his physical strength overwhelmed by the pain made him start to shake uncontrollably, "Morita is a fool who thinks he has high eyesight but low powers and can't control his mouth at all. It doesn't look like your style at all to send this person to contact me. Oh, listening to your shortness of breath, this should be his private behavior, right?"

"Follow me to the laboratory, Mako Hirako." Matsushima's voice was cold and heartless, with no emotion or sadness.

"Then the child?"

"As you wish, I will let him live one more day."

"Arigado, Mr. Matsushima."

"Although Morita is an out-and-out idiot, there is one thing he thinks the same as me. What's the point of you doing this again and again, and what's the point of living for only one day to those experimental subjects?"

"For those who really want to survive, even a second counts. Mr. Matsushima."

……

"True son!"

"Ah, it's Uncle Bifang." Between his hands, he crushed Morita's still stupid and hopeless head twisted by fear, the bright red blood mixed with the yellow and white brain covered the scarlet vision, and the blood-soaked child was dripping He lowered his eyes in the viscous liquid, showing a nervous smile that almost collapsed, "Hey...Uncle Bifang, you are late, I have...become a monster. Hahahaha..." The crazy laughter suddenly stopped Stopping, the light gray eyes followed the stiff and twisted neck to reflect a sharp knife point with blown hair, broken hair and no blood dripping, and a frenzied but powerless scene of the heart being cut open came from the chest belatedly. Pain, the moment the consciousness returned to darkness, what resounded in the ears was the sharp and almost distorted roar of the original knowledge.

"True son!"