Naxi kept digging out everything about this tower in his memory.

Act 1.

He reached out and drew various symbols in the air with magic power.

A young female voice came from behind Naxi:

"Take a break."

He turned his head.

A red-haired beauty wearing a brown robe stood behind him. She reached out and handed Naxi a cup of coffee.

He took the cup and asked in a much more immature voice:

"Teacher, when can I go out for adventure?"

Naxi could feel the caution with which he said this.

The red-haired beauty smiled:

"Soon, when you are ready, I will throw you out even if you don't want to leave."

Act 2.

Judging from my own perspective, I should be much taller now than I was in my last memory.

He reached out and touched the hot red mark on his neck and looked at the village ahead.

This group of people is so stupid that they dare to settle near the teacher's residence.

They should have established the village more than ten years ago. The teacher has not done anything yet, just for today. After all, there is no information exchange between this place and the outside world. Even if all the people in this village disappear, it is easy to hide it.

Naxi walked into the village.

The villagers looked at him curiously.

A girl stood up at the instigation of her companions and lowered her head shyly:

"Handsome sir, are you lost? Do you need us to show you the way?"

Naxi opened his mouth and said:

"No, I've reached my destination."

A burst of rapid footsteps sounded behind him. The girl tilted her head and looked behind him, then showed a horrified expression, reached out and grabbed Naxi's hand, and said anxiously:

"The robbers are coming. Hide with me or they will kill you."

All the villagers on the street also ran into the house.

The girl failed to pull him away.

The girl cried:

"Run! They won't care about your identity..."

Naxi took out his hand and turned his head to look at the grinning strong men walking towards him.

The girl glanced at Naxi and finally turned around and ran towards her home.

The tall man in the lead pulled out a revolver from his waist, aimed it at the girl's back, and smiled bloodthirstyly.

"Ahhhhh!"

Naxi's eyes were filled with flickering fire.

Act three.

The girls and villagers thanked him constantly and invited him to the banquet.

Naxi reached out and touched his neck.

He looked at this group of mortals with a low gaze.

Act 4.

Naxi found that in this memory, the distance on the ground was far more important than others.

The teacher stood in front of him.

“Follow me: Casa Amma…”

Naxi just roared at the woman in front of him.

Then there was a severe burning sensation in the neck that was beyond the limit of human endurance. Not only the skin and the flesh and blood beneath it, but also the throat stretched out was extremely painful.

It was as if someone had stuffed a hot coal into his throat and pressed a red iron against his neck.

He just stared at the woman with his downcast eyes.

Act 5.

found it.

He was wearing tattered clothes and squatting on the ground, his body shaking constantly.

There were several children of similar age around him, all of them had empty eyes and were sitting on the ground in silence.

And in the center of this group of people, there was a red-haired woman whose eyes had not completely extinguished the light.

She is the teacher.

The room they were in was exactly where Naxi was in reality.

The woman sat next to Naxi, put her hand on his shoulder, and comforted the trembling little boy.

Naxi could no longer suppress his fear:

"She kidnapped my sister, I..."

The woman held the boy's hand with a little force, dispelling some of the uneasiness in his heart:

"We'll be fine, I'll protect you."

A woman knows better than anyone how weak her promise is, but she still comforts the boy's heart with flimsy lies.

boom.

The door opened.

A woman wearing a brown robe walked in and stretched out her hand to grab Naxi.

He could no longer remember this memory, everything was so blurry, despair, screaming, fear, anger, everything was mixed together, making the already chaotic memory even more muddy.

All he knew was that some things would never come back.

Naxi stopped recalling.

He found the reason why this place frightened him, but why was he here? He had obviously left this land.

The door opened.

The locked iron door was easily pushed open from the outside.

Fear, despair, anger, he seemed to have turned into the child that night, screaming hysterically while retreating away from the iron door until his back was leaning against the wall.

A low brown voice entered the room.

The height of the intruder was about the same as that of the imprisoned children in his memory, maybe a few centimeters taller.

"Harry? Rosa? Or..."

The visitor raised his head, revealing his delicate face under his robe.

The red hair and irises forced his screams back into his throat, and the cruel smile destroyed his thoughts of resistance.

"Teacher" just stared at Naxi.

He saw the blood line on the red woman's neck, which was the mark of sutures, but what made people want to vomit was the very uncoordinated and delicate body under the neck.

That's a girl's body.

Just like what the teacher had done back then, she used her playmates and the sister next door as materials to sew together a body with smooth skin that resembled that of a child, yet was mature and beautiful.

The teacher made a hoarse voice:

"Why do you want to kill me? I will treat you as my biological child and lover. Apart from restricting your freedom, I have never done anything sorry for you."

Hearing the sound made by the deformed body, the fear in Naxi's heart suddenly disappeared a lot. Even though the other person was a deformed monster, a nightmare spliced ​​together by his unbearable memories, as long as she showed her human side, Naxi would no longer

Fear.

Because this monster can be tried to understand.
Chapter completed!