【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

"The heating in this room is too good. There are hangers behind the door. Aren't you going to take off your coat?"

"Ah, thank you." Salaman untied the scarf and wrapped it around the hanger, then took off the black down jacket clumsily and hung it on it.

"You seem a little nervous." The magnetic voice blew in his ears with a low wind sound. Perhaps a psychological counselor needs such a voice to speak words into people's hearts.

"I'm sorry, but I'm really nervous." Salaman smiled awkwardly, and walked slowly to stand opposite him.

"Oh, many people will be like this, pick a sofa and sit down, make sure you feel comfortable and relax well." He stretched out his right hand in a gesture of "please", pointing to the place behind Salaman.

Salaman carefully sat on the sofa directly opposite the counselor. He sat on the yellow-brown cushion and leaned back. The line of his spine fit the backrest. He stretched his feet on a small blanket in front of the sofa. He slightly turned his neck and leaned back. He felt an indescribable sense of comfort. He opened his mouth slightly in a circle and exhaled outwards. This was a sign of comfort.

"Stop trying something else instead?"

"No, I think this is very good." He still looked a little restrained, and clenched his fists again.

"Well, the sofa you're sitting on now feels comfortable to many people, so I moved it directly opposite to my seat. Your judgment is very correct." He nodded affirmatively.

"You don't have to be restrained, tense, or vigilant for any purpose. Why are you clenching your fists? You're going to hit me?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that!" He waved his hands hastily, he suddenly remembered a wound, the blood gushed out from the flesh, and flowed down the cheek, Salaman's field of vision became wider, and the glasses lens It was broken but still restrained in the frame. Salaman couldn't see the eyes blurred by blood. When he expanded his field of vision, he saw the blood on the brown hair. He seemed to hear the scream again, like someone waiting to be slaughtered Like a pig, Sapp's terrified and painful face was completely presented in front of his red eyes.

"Please believe me!!" He stood up abruptly, fine beads of sweat hanging on his tall nose.

"That's just a joke, don't take it seriously." He turned around and rummaged through the cabinet, "Do you need a towel?" He held out his hand, a snow-white towel.

"Thank you." He took the towel and wiped his face, and put it on the small tea table aside.

"Please sit down now, I know what happened a few days ago, because of the fights that went out to play, but they made mistakes first, and it has not been a day or two since I heard that you were bullied... The teacher hopes that everyone involved in these things will come Take a look at psychological counseling..." He watched Salaman adjust a good posture on the sofa, "But now, put these aside for the time being, I am not here to make you stop being bullied or receive ideological education, if In that case, it would be better to let the school sign you up for a martial arts training class or take you to the principal's office for lectures."

"I'm sorry for the more nonsense, so now," he also sat down, with his elbows resting on the sofa, his hands on his lap, and his body leaning forward a little, "take a deep breath, and then close your eyes."

Salaman felt the air in his chest was very warm. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

"Elsheed."

He smiled, although the students in front of him couldn't see it.

"That's my name, I'm Elshid."

"Please call me by my first name, no need to add an honorific suffix."

Salaman recited the name in his heart, and the more he read it, the more he felt that it was a trap. Elshid’s name had a magical power that made you want to tell him all the secrets. He fell into a trap, and it was a trap.

"Now, please tell me your name."

"You should know my name. The teacher mentioned my name when communicating with you." He closed his eyes tightly, expressing doubts.

"Your name needs to be told to others in person, it's a bit like a ceremony, everyone needs this ceremony." He leaned back, "Your name is spoken from someone else's mouth, it's robbery or theft. "

"You want to take back your sovereignty, now, please tell me your name."

He still had his eyes closed, and there were colorful blocks in front of his eyes, all of which suddenly disappeared, and then the red color faded from somewhere, which made him want to tell.

"Fall."

This name is the gift of life, and he suddenly became obsessed with this ritual—it was very dangerous, the name was private, sharing was trust, and private things could not be shared, and he was afraid that someone would take away his trust.

"So, Val?"

"Is Elshid your last name?"

"No, that's my name."

"Then you should call me by my first name too."

He became more courageous, and he was free from restraint and fear, and now he was very comfortable, his muscles and bones were being stretched.

"So, what do you mean?"

"Salamanda, that's my name."

After Christmas, the streets did not immediately return to their usual hustle and bustle. People in capital countries know how to enjoy and relax, so foreign countries will complain about the low efficiency of labor in such countries.

Shelan Udos looked around. In the residential area, the square glass of the not-too-high apartment building is either bright or dark. This may be a code, and it may be like Braille to the touch. A bright room People here are having a party to celebrate the past Christmas, and the dark place is the sleeping time of human beings.

He couldn't get in there, so he had no reason to stay long.

He continued to walk, his leather boots creaked on the snow, he didn't go around the messy broken branches, why did he make a sound?Why is he exhaling carbon dioxide?Why does he imitate human attire?

He knows that he is not human, and he tells himself to be different from humans, but he still imitates everything about humans, which is a contradiction.

He feels that he is indistinguishable from human beings in some respects, and even everything in the world is the same, like?Like they all have names.

His name is Shelan Udos.

But there is a boy named Sandraar, that's what he told the boy himself, why did he do that?You are using someone else's name.

Telling people your name is a ritual, it comes from trust, it may be dependence, but it has dangers, he doesn't want to be trusted, so he uses someone else's name.

So why use his name?

I'm sorry, I don't know, Silan Udos only felt a dull pain in his ribs. He remembered that man's strong foot. In fact, he had been beaten a lot in his previous life, but he suddenly missed those pains, in order to think of that man .

This is a contradiction, because he obviously does not want to recall, he said that it is useless and futile.

Pain makes you miss another person, and it's not pathological, at least it's not Stockholm Syndrome or something.

He interrupted his memory.

Now he smelled alcohol and perfume, and there was a speakeasy not far away, and he looked up at the sky again, it was completely dark now.

The ultramarine-colored person was dripped with black ink, and he blended into the black as usual, pacing, and this time he no longer made the sound of footsteps.

"There is no need to speak, and there is no need to answer questions." Elshid picked up the glass and took a sip of water. "Lean back, don't open your eyes, and imagine yourself in an empty land."

The vines were pulled out from under Salaman's feet, and he was dragged down. His hands were desperately scratching, but everything was like a dark cloud. He grabbed it and fell down with screams, without light.

Then he woke up, it was still pitch black, he felt that he was in a boundless cuboid space, suddenly it became bright, except the side he stepped on was black, the other five sides were illuminated by light, he moved his steps, The vines had disappeared, there was a clicking sound, and there was black soil under his feet.

"There is the rumble of an engine in the distance, you need to check the situation."

He felt some pain in his ankle, as if the spikes of those vines had hurt him, and then he looked back to see if he was hurt, but he couldn't turn his head, something stopped him from looking back.

He could only move forward, grass grew at some point under his feet, the grass grew denser as he walked forward, and the blades of grass became bigger and taller, and now he seemed to be walking in a cornfield.

He remembered that Elshid asked him to check the situation, so he tried to peel away the leaves and long stems, his eyes widened, there was no way to go in front of him, he took a step forward, suddenly slipped, his conditioned reflex propping himself up on the other foot.

"Ah!!" There was a bottomless abyss under his feet, and the sound of the engine came from there. He wanted to retreat, but those flowers and plants were like a thick wall, and there was no way to retreat.

There is a voice telling myself to jump down, what are you kidding?That's fatal, right? !

"Jump down." He opened his eyes wide in surprise, and the voice was very familiar.

He plunged deep into the darkness, his bones felt the gravity, all the blood in his body seemed to be forced out of his body, and his eyes were blurred.

"If you find the reason, please nod."

Elshid watched Salaman's whole body startled, and then Salaman covered his eyes with a painful expression.

Salaman tried his best to return to normal, and he returned to the same place, everything was the same, with black soil under his feet, boundless white around, the sky was day, and there were gradually changing grass trees in the distance.

The roar passed by his ears, and it was getting louder and louder as if it was right next to him, he tried to blink his eyes, it was an unknown type of car, he was sitting in the car, so the binaural benefit was not enough to judge the direction of the engine.

Elshid saw Salaman nodded.

"The sound of the engine is covered by the music, and you are moving forward."

He sat in the driver's seat, held the steering wheel with his hands, stepped on the accelerator, and drove forward-he obviously couldn't drive.

The scenery in front of me is very strange, left, right, ruins, ruins.

In front of him was a dusty gray, which looked like a dilapidated church. He heard the screams of the crowd, as well as the noise of shelling and machine gun fire. Sparks were flying from several places at the same time, but he couldn't see clearly. He wanted to stop. See what happened, but couldn't stop, could only keep going.

"Ugh..."

Elshid looked at Salaman, his hands stretched out into the air unconsciously, it should be the posture of holding the steering wheel, so it seems that in Salaman's world, the sound of the engine comes from vehicles such as cars.

"Don't panic, look at the world around you."

The bulletin blasted the bulletin board at the train station, and Salaman saw its shards piercing his eyes, covered his face with his hands, and said "stop" in a low voice instead of shouting "help".

He felt a strong wind blowing forward from the back of the car, so he separated his fingers, opened his eyelids, and the notice board stood still in front of the car window. The twisted and deformed iron notice board, the red-hot paint letters——

——"Verdun"

Welcome to Verdun.

His eyes were wide open, full of panic and wonder.

Shelan Udos found a bar, slipped in through the back door, washed his hands, and changed into clean clothes. He came out and found a bastard who noticed his blood and watched him walk in. Change clothes in the bathroom and go out.

Then he should die.

He didn't have any extra clothes, so he took off his coat, knocked him unconscious and dragged him into the bathroom. The sound-proof walls didn't transmit the begging, screaming, bumping, and whimpering.

Shelan Udos walked out of the bar, took a detour and threw the clothes in the trash can, not only his clothes, but also the unlucky person in the bar.

What about others?Shelan Udos lowered his eyes and shrugged helplessly. No one will find him anymore, because he disappeared, and he disappeared in all directions——

He would say sorry to the man who would have checked the drainage system of Verdun in order to piece together his body, because he could have counted the food he needed, in fact, he was already full.

But that person should also say sorry to himself, right?

Curiosity is a mistake. Pandora's box has already told the world, so too much curiosity is damned, punishing him for him is a kind deed, and doing good deeds is liberating.

He looked at the sky, the clouds were a little thinner, he needed to go back and sleep in his room, it was closed and peaceful.

"Sir! Where is our officer!!"

Salaman saw a person rushing to the rear in a hurry.

"Damn German, there's an ambush ahead, tell him to withdraw his troops!!"

"My God my God, where did their cavalry come in?!"

Salaman heard the sound of the bullet being loaded, and the safety was released.

"There is an old saying in China, 'Shoot the man first, shoot the horse'!"

——"Bang bang!"

Salaman covered his calf with his left hand, as if he was the one who was hit, but the pain was very real. He touched it, but there was no bleeding.

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