Chapter 87 Can Mr. Clown also write love letters (26)
The child who could not move cried softly. Unfortunately, his cry would not bring pity to the same kind, but gradually resonated with the voice of Long Sang wandering in the dungeon.
"Mason, are you scared?"
"You must be in pain, right?"
"Mason, I know, this hurts."
“My skin was taken away and they put animal skins on me.”
"They broke my legs and made me crawl on the ground like an animal."
"They sewed my body and the fish tail together, put me into the water, waited for my skin to fester, and then threw me into the garbage."
"Mason, do you want revenge?"
"Mason, you want revenge."
"Give us your body and we can avenge you."
Mason listened to the children's voices getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer. He was frightened at the beginning, but gradually got used to them later.
He has been locked in a dungeon all year round, and the only thing he can see is the little candlelight on the wall.
Maybe those voices were just a projection of the loneliness and resentment in his heart, just his hallucination, or maybe there really were ghosts in this world, until one day, he was able to stand up.
He didn't know who he was or who he could be. Too many painful memories tortured him, and then these memories came together and pieced together into one sentence:
"Kill them."
In the light of the fire, everyone who saw him began to scream, calling him a devil, and then fled in a hurry, only to be swallowed up by the flames again.
At the end, he looked at himself in the glass window.
When his little body passed through the flames, his flesh and blood had been burned and blackened, but he did not feel the pain. The torch in his hand that ignited everything told him that he ignited everything and also ignited it. himself.
Amidst the screams of the people burned by the flames, he looked at the strange and terrifying version of himself in the mirror, and slowly, he screamed out with a hoarse voice.
For a long time, he kept company with his inhuman self, and tried to call out the voices that once appeared in the darkness, but no voice responded to him.
So he was thinking about that question again.
Who is he?
Who else could he be?
He seemed to be Mason, but he seemed to be more than just Mason.
Later, he suddenly felt that this issue was no longer important. To be more precise, nothing was important.
He gradually lost human emotions, whether he was happy or sad, everything was no longer so important. As long as those who stepped into the ruins could afford the price, he would help them fulfill their wishes.
Of course, there are not no people who want to escape the price after their wishes come true, but these people usually become beasts used for performances in the circus.
For him, things like family love are not important at all, so even if he saw Simon's death, he only felt that it didn't matter.
Fred seemed to have lost all human emotions, but when Chu Xiang said she liked him, he would be at a loss. When she said she wanted to give birth to a child for him, he would be so excited that he could not control himself. And now, He would be afraid when he sensed that Chu Xiang had stepped into the ruins where many corpses were buried.
Fred was too scared. He ran too fast and his steps were unsteady. He stumbled and fell to the ground. The stones scratched the skin on his face. No matter how heavy the paint was, it could not cover up the terrible scar in the gap. , flesh and blood scorched by high temperatures.
The small bell on his clothes was caught on a branch. When he fell, there were a few "ding-dong" sounds, and the bell fell to the ground, rolled forward, and landed at the girl's feet.
It was a girl in a white robe. She held the horse's reins with one hand and walked slowly to the forest path here, and then stopped. "Oh my, whose poor little guy is this? He actually fell here."
In the night wind, she took off her hood, revealing a beautiful and lively face, with black eyes as bright as stars, and a smile on her raised lips. In the black night, the only one on the horse was The lamp faintly emitted light, illuminating her presence.
Fred raised his face blankly and looked at the girl blankly.
Chu Xiang loosened his grip on the reins, took a few steps forward against the black night wind, squatted down, stretched out his white and clean hands, and wiped away the dust on his face. Naturally, the dust on his face was also stained. oil paint.
The pads of her fingers carefully avoided the cut wounds on his face, and the gentle force did not touch his wounds, but it strangely soothed the scorched blackness crawling under the cracks.
"Xiangxiang...Xiangxiang..." Fred grabbed her hand in panic, and gained strength from the contact of skin. He was finally able to get up, and then held her tightly in his arms.
His condition was very bad, and his body was unnaturally hot, as if it could burn through his skin, exposing the most terrifying and cruel scene before her eyes.
The problem I gave up on years ago came up again.
who is he?
Who could he be?
Will he be the one she loves?
However, now he is not even a human being.
Chu Xiang raised his hand to hold his face, and asked with a smile: "Baby Fred, you are hurt from the fall, so do you need my hug to comfort you?"
With his relaxed tone and brisk smile, in her eyes, he was still the most ordinary lover, just like before.
Fred looked at her blankly, and saw his ugly self in her black eyes. He covered his face and said embarrassedly: "Don't look at me."
"Why?"
He murmured, "I don't look good."
More than just unsightly?
Just disgusting.
Chu Xiang took away his hand, not giving him a chance to dodge, and held his face again. She came closer and looked at him carefully for a long time. When the mist in Fred's eyes became more and more, Chu Xiang Xiang smiled.
"No, my boyfriend is very good-looking."
She said: "Your eyes are green, like a lush forest, your lips are red, like apples hanging on the branches, and your voice is like the sound of wind blowing in the forest. The wind stirs the water, gently, rippling in the air. ”
She arched her eyebrows and smiled like a flower, "What's more important is Fred's existence. It's colorful, just like spring!"
Chu Xiang came closer, touched the tip of his nose, and locked the spring rain that was about to fall in his emerald green eyes. She chuckled, "Fred, you don't even know that I think I have How lucky I am, the only one in the world who has caught the spring!”
Fred lost his ability to think, and then a strong itching in his body brought him back to his senses.
He felt that his body was very itchy, especially the wound, which was extremely itchy and uncomfortable. His hand went to scratch his face, but Chu Xiang grabbed it.
Fred was at a loss, and then he saw himself in his lover's eyes.
A strange bright red color was emerging bit by bit from the scorched black wound.
Like a scorched earth, it is regaining its vitality and vitality.
(End of chapter)