MTL - Overturned Tower-v2 Chapter 107 do not go

The endless darkness was like an abyss, and Sheath felt as if she had fallen into the vortex of the ocean current.

Countless fragments of the past rushed into his mind, and every word he could not forget or had been forgotten hit his heart irresistibly.

"Be careful, be careful...You have our lives on your back." "Remember, never, never stand up!"

".…..do not go."

"- Wendy the Informer! He is the Informer of Never Island!"

[I can give you a possibility of the future, to pursue the ideal possibility]

"...stupid, half-assed, clown, bumbling bastard."

"Therefore, you never had anything to atone for."

"Beware of arrogance and impatience, child. If you don't know what to do, keep silent. Because justice doesn't need to assert itself. Truth and justice speak for themselves. You don't need people to trust you, because you are not a leader, and you don't intend to be a leader. You are only responsible for yourself—for the decisions you make, the sacrifices you make, the consequences you bear.”

"I can save ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people...but how can I save this world?"

[Do you think you are a qualified father? 】

"Teacher... What about little Russell like you? What about Elder Sister Alice?" I don't want to forgive you, but I have to do it. Because God is unfair - because even if you are as bad as you, even if you give up so many times, you still have the opportunity to realize your own worth... and more people are embarrassed In the predicament of insufficient ability, no effort can break free from despair.”

"…I miss you so much."

Those rustling words were like moth wings flapping in his head, he either heard everything or nothing.

In the end, there was only the last whisper full of despair and sadness, trembling slightly, echoing clearly in his mind.

—The next moment, Wendy woke up suddenly, panting heavily.

The extremely cold winter wind followed his breath, poured into his mouth and nose, and drowned in his alveoli. The cold wind he inhaled suddenly made him cough uncontrollably.

It's like waking up from a dream... Those memories from the "future" are like quicksand between fingers, disappearing in the blink of an eye, completely forgotten. Only a vague illusion remained, making Wendy feel as if she had seen what she saw and heard before.

Wendy felt that she was being supported and her wrists were being squeezed tightly. At this moment, he is so weak and powerless, unable to break free from the shackles of others.

The children around gathered together, but either lowered their heads, or their faces were full of horror and fear.

And at the end of their line of sight, the two should make Wendy feel very familiar,

Now, for no reason, a strange figure appeared in his eyes.

One was brunette and thin, with rodent ears and sharp teeth; the other was blond and muscular, taller than his peers.

That's "Michael" and "John."

Their hands were tied together with thin but strong ropes, their backs were facing each other, and their bodies were covered with cuts and bruises. Their four hands were tied together and hung in the void

middle.

In the void, what hangs the two of them is a cartoon "meniscus". Around the crescent moon, as if soaked in ink, a small piece of sky became a crayon

abstract night.

And the two of them were hung in the night sky like this, the painting style was completely different from the surrounding environment.

A short-haired child with unusually slender limbs and a layer of flying membranes growing between the elbow and the ribs was flying around the two of them freely in the night sky over there. His painting style is very suitable for the surrounding environment, and it is like animation, like a fairy tale that children like. In his hand he holds a rather exaggerated, huge spiked mace.

"Bad guy, betrayed the Legion!"

Peter Pan's sharp and dissatisfied voice sounded: "Whistleblower! Bad guy! Traitor! What's in your mind?

Face stuffed with shit, how dare you betray Peter Pan and Neverland! I like you so much, but you turned bad too! "

"You killed Sandy first—"

Michael's voice was full of fear and anger: "I saw you kill her!"

"That's because she also became a dirty adult!"

Peter Pan looked even angrier than he: "She's in love with a grown-up, and Peter Pan must kill her before she becomes a grown-up! Better a clean death than a dirty life!"

"You threw us from high places, never caring if we wanted to!"

"Peter Pan will always catch you!" Peter Pan argued.

"You didn't! You killed Joey!"

"And Sanchez, he was also killed by you!" John followed up. "No matter how good a magician is, there will always be times when they miss," said Peter Panyan. "When they fly down from a high place, they are all screaming with joy!"

"They were afraid—"

"you are lying!"

Before Michael could reply, Peter Pan hit him with a hammer.

It was a giant hammer that could easily blow a person's head, but Michael's face just became bloody. He and John were blown away exaggeratedly, hanging on the moon like a swing and swinging around in a circle.

Seeing this, Peter Pan laughed loudly, and then threw John into the air with a backhand hammer. This time around three times in a row, it finally fell down.

"Speak quickly, Peter Pan told you to speak. Why go to the adults to complain?"

"Because we wanted to leave—"

"—So what? Are the adults here?"

Peter Pan triumphantly said: "They didn't come, and they lied to you!" "Grown people are not trustworthy, and grown-ups are the dirtiest things!"

As he spoke, the hammer in his hand turned into a huge cauldron of medicine. With his left hand around, the two people whose backs were facing each other turned half a circle and turned into facing each other.

"That's how it should be, give me a kiss!"

Seeing the **** and **** faces of the two colliding together—seeing his current appearance through each other's faces, Peter Pan gloated and smiled: "Quickly say

Well, who else betrayed me? If you say it, I will let you die quickly. Otherwise, I will put you and toad, centipede, silt

Mud, shit, and stinky shoe soles make a stew! "

As he spoke, the moon descended from the sky. The two of them were dropped into the dark green, stinking boiling soup pot.

The hot soup pot kept screaming, their bodies were like skinned frogs

Keep bouncing.

But Michael gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

John screamed and yelled, "It's just us, it's just me

they! "

"Peter Pan doesn't believe it! You two are not the oldest children, why would you

Are you going to sue? "

Then Peter Pan turned around and threatened the children: "There must be someone else!

Stand up and take your responsibilities!

"Quickly confess him, or I'll pick someone to stew with them!"

"It's gone, it's gone!"

The children cried out in fear.

"If not, it's going to be stewed—you!"

Peter Pan casually pointed at the half-grown boy with messy short black hair who looked timid and frightened, almost crying.

—It was Wendy.

Wendy subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, but was pulled back by the girl who was holding his wrist tightly.

".….do not go."

The girl whispered.

At that moment, Wendy recalled the past memory.

He remembered that when Michael and John were about to be arrested, they specifically said to themselves: "Remember, never, never stand up!

"Because we are already dead, it is useless for you to come out again. But as long as you live...as long as people live, there is hope!"

So even if Peter Pan pointed at her, Wendy remained motionless. It was as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"very good."

Peter Pan grimaced: "Peter Pan means what he says."

Then, he stretched out his hand and made a move—Wendy closed her eyes subconsciously.

But it wasn't him who flew away... but the girl beside him holding his wrist.

"Why do you keep holding Wendy's hand, do you like him?"

Peter Pan's face was full of resentment: "Sure enough, you are the traitor, and you have unclean feelings—you, too, die together!"

No, I'm-

Wendy subconsciously wanted to argue, so he took a step forward.

Wanting to sue or something really has nothing to do with Michael and John.

That was originally Wendy's plan... because he was smart enough to realize the truth of everything—if it goes on like this, everyone will die in the end. Because Peter Pan only wants companions who are "forever children" like him, but people will grow up. But Wendy didn't dare to go to the executive department, his legs would tremble just thinking about it... That's why he called Michael, who had the best relationship with him, and John, who was the strongest.

If the traitor is going to die, let me die alone—

Wendy was hotheaded and wanted to rush over and tell everything.

"...…do not go."

An empty voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.

At that moment, Wendy felt her wrist tighten—as if some hallucination was pulling her.

The girl pulled his hand so hard that it hurt his wrist. The pain remained in his arm, making him feel like someone was pulling his wrist and telling him "don't go" every moment.

At that moment, little Wendy felt a kind of shame. He was ashamed of his timidity.

A feeling of resentment and grievance came to his heart, and he seemed to be able to feel the hearts of everyone around him—as if everyone was condemning him. Whether they were looking at her or not, no matter what their expressions were, Wendy felt that they were speaking ill of themselves in their hearts. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

But Wendy's rationality told him that what Michael said was right... As traitors, they would die no matter what. That being the case, it would be good to have one less death.

—But, because I didn’t admit it, innocent people died!

Wendy felt pain in her heart.

But the rationality in his heart told him: It was too late to stand up now, because Peter Pan had already said that he wanted to kill her, even if he admitted at this time, it would only make Peter Pan more angry. She will still die because she has too good a relationship with herself, and the end result is the same. Then, only if you don't stand up at this time, can you save one more life—even if you just save your own life, you will still be able to live one more life. And as long as he is still alive, he can help others continue to find ways to escape, because he has the experience of failing once...

This should obviously be correct.

If you are an adult, you should do the same.

But, but, why...

"—Why, you feel so much pain, right?"

After saying this, Peter Pan's expression suddenly changed completely.

His naive and extreme expression suddenly became complicated and calm.

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