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When Cyril woke up again, the world was still dark and silent.

He tried to open his mouth, but no sound came out, as if the needle-like pain caused him to cough a few times uncontrollably, and when the short breath sound came out, it was like a knife cutting flesh and blood, causing him pain For a while I thought I was going to faint.

He sat up from the bed with support, unable to perceive everything around him, his mind was empty, but as long as he thought about it, it was as if it was blocked by mud, and his temples were so swollen that they hurt.He held the sheets in his hands and remained silent for a long time, and the inexplicable panic in his heart slowly crept up, and he could clearly feel that his emotions became a little anxious, and all kinds of thoughts and hallucinations that were completely uncontrollable filled his brain, not only sad, but also There is also the anxiety of being unstable, and even the fear of being abandoned.

In the end, I almost reached out to touch something in a panic, and the forward movement was too large, and I almost fell off the bed. When my body became unbalanced, it was pulled back by a hand that grabbed my arm forcefully.

Cyril held on to that hand as if grasping at a life-saving straw and refused to let go, panting desperately, but still felt that she was suffocating due to lack of oxygen.A hand brushed his cheeks, and gathered the loose hair behind his ears. Cyril stared straight ahead with his eyes wide open, but there was no light in his vision—he had never been so disgusted with his reason Well, the pathological mental state is uncontrollable, the more he suppresses the situation, the worse it will be, but he can't change those things that are already instinctive!

Leander stood there silently. The person he was watching opened a pair of dull eyes. The icy blue pupils covered the original brilliance of the ice crystal like a gray mist, and the expressionless face was still expressionless. It was extremely pale, but the almost tragically pale complexion and the panic in the eyes were intertwined into a sharp sword that bruised the heart, and it could be stabbed bloody at a glance.

Stretch out your hand, pat the other person's back comfortingly, spread your hands and write, "The situation is improving, you will be fine."He paused, knowing that for this person, any ambiguity is not advisable, so he simply wrote down the doctor's diagnosis without omission, and let him think and judge by himself.

After enduring this wave of emotions, Cyril finally calmed down slowly.

When he realized that he was holding on to the other person's hand, he really wanted to shake it off, but he still had lingering fears about the feeling of being alone in the whole world, and even his fingers trembled a little.

Cyril looked at this person motionlessly with a pale expression.The other party seemed to see through his mind, and didn't grab his hand, but just wrote words on the back of his hand, "Don't be afraid, I won't go."The edge of the bed was slightly sunken, and the other party sat down on the edge of the bed.

Cyril felt an inexplicable sense of security, and the next second, she became angry from embarrassment because of this emotion.

But he was unwilling to ask him to let go of his hand.

"Do not be afraid".The other party repeated what was written on the back of his hand.

Cyril's rationality scoffed at this, but the body that seemed to be out of the control of consciousness seemed to accept this kind of comfort. The stiff body slowly returned to its original state, and even the tense nerves began to gradually relax.

"Who are you?" Cyril raised her head and mouthed stubbornly.

Still no response.Cyril clasped the opponent's arm with ten fingers so hard that the knuckles turned white, almost digging deep into the opponent's flesh and blood.The other party patted his finger, which meant that it was not that he hurt the other party by scratching, but that he was afraid that he would hurt his own finger.

"Who are you?" Cyril's lips quivered.

There was a long silence, and when Cyril's emotions were uncontrollably a little irritable, letters were drawn across the back of his hand, "Don't ask".

Because there is no answer.

Cyril's brain can think that this person must have a reason that cannot be revealed - just like in the various changes that happened to his family, he has always been hidden behind everything so that no one can find any traces, no matter how much he asks No matter how many times, he still won't get an answer—but now his rationality can't take care of his body at all, and because of a question, water gushes from his eye sockets.

It's a god-like beauty... Maybe that's how the ancient Greek god of beauty cried when she cried?

Leander knew that Cyril's state was not right now, but his body was still completely stiff.He stared intently at the transparent liquid hanging in those gray-blue eyes, his expression was so cold that it seemed to freeze, but his eyes softened uncontrollably.

As if to make amends, hold out your finger and write, "What do you want to know".

Cyril stayed there dazed and dazed.

The gloved fingers melted across the back of the hand one by one, repeating, "What do you want to know".

Cyril's sluggish brain worked for a long time before he slowly regained his thoughts.

He thought of the past pursuit and abandonment of the accident of his parents' death, his Aurora thought of the fate that should have happened to them, and then his thoughts stayed on the absurd chaos in Medellin and the suicide bombing in Pereira In... "Anna", all his thoughts are left with only this name, "Anna", the center of everything, the fuse that guides the changes in the entire Medellin, "Anna"!

Then he finally realized that he was gripping too hard because his knuckles were starting to ache.

The opponent still paused for a long time, until a new text was drawn on the back of his hand. "The Inquisition is my property".

The boulder in Cyril's mind hit the ground with a bang, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

No wonder, no wonder... At that time, Anna told him that he should not have chosen her from the very beginning, because she was already working for an adult long before she met him... The person she was talking about was the person in front of her. One!It turned out that as long as he entered Meilan, no matter which person he took away, he would only take away an eyeliner!

So why?why!

Cyril did not make any decision to make Anna pay her life. This one, at least as Anna said, when he took her away, her real master had promised to set her free—she was so happy to accept her new identity. After the completion of the commission, a new life was started—what forced her to self-destruction in the end?

"Why?" Cyril asked stubbornly.

"Because of me", the words are written at a very slow pace, and the handwriting is slow and orderly, and the handwriting is not at all chilling, as if this is just an ordinary thing, "she knows too much".

Anna wasn't supposed to know a lot.But she is too smart, so smart that no one can rest assured that she will continue to live.

Cyril felt sad in her heart.It wasn't that he felt sad because of Anna's death, but that he was aware of the person in front of him and his determination not to reveal his identity.

"Why?" Cyril was still puzzled, "Why, there will be 'Anna', there will be a strange topic in the dark camp this time"?

He waited for a long time until another name was written on the back of his hand.

"Aurora".

Cyril sat there blankly, the more his brain worked, the more his body trembled more and more, and then his nerves were finally crushed, and his emotions lost control again——almost desperately jumping up, stretching out his hand to strangle Clinging to the opponent's neck, trying to obliterate the existence of the opponent, he was then tightly locked into an embrace, and no matter how hard he struggled, he did not let go of his hand.

"Why?" He couldn't find a way out like a trapped beast fighting.

"why why"……

Everything was tangled into a thread and couldn't be straightened out, but some questions that I didn't want to find the answer at all were solved, and I couldn't refuse the answer, and then I shed tears silently.

It was a disaster.

In fact, the truth of everything has already been outlined in Xi Ruier's mind.

His parents died in a well-planned accident.The princess of Windsor, if not the mastermind behind the scenes, should be the fuse. Braunman handed over the knife. Various forces led to the accident. The Queen took action to bury the truth for her close relatives. As the bargaining chip of the agreement, Cyril grew up alone guarding the territory of Silver Moon.

What he shouldn't know, he shouldn't know anything, because the price of uncovering that accident should be another disaster that no one can predict and solve.

So he shouldn't find evidence, and he shouldn't know who this bystander and witness is. Everyone needs him to live in ignorance—this is even the only reason he can live.

But those ubiquitous eyes stared at him.I've been watching since before that accident.Watch him be born, watch him grow, watch all his efforts to find the truth, watch his encounter with Claus, watch the path he guides Aurora... Medellin shouldn’t have been there, and there shouldn’t be There was such confusion, but his intentions were controlled by the other party—everything he had arranged through Anna was already exposed to the other party in great detail—the other party watched St. Langdon and Aurora go around in a circle After meeting again as he expected, he was puzzled why he made such an arrangement.

Therefore, this person also wants to know, what is the value of Aurora, and it is worth asking him to focus so much.This person even wanted to test how high Aurora's status was in his heart, would it be more important than Klauris back then?Therefore, it is understandable to arrange a chess game in Medellin according to the situation.

Everything is in the palm of your hand.The only thing he didn't expect was that after meeting Anna, he would come back again - the explosion of Anna's suicide affected him, causing him to become what he is now.

Xi Ruier thought, at that time, this person must have panicked.

He wasn't dying of injuries.This man should have walked away immediately, and along the way wiped away all traces that could be traced to him, as he had done before—but when he saw him lying there, bleeding from all his orifices, he put He brought it back.

If he hadn't lost his vision, hearing, or even speech, the environment he was in now would have looked different.He probably never had the chance to get in touch with this person, let alone face to face with him to ask for answers.

But why is it impossible to find out who this person is and what kind of relationship he has with him after exhausting everything?

Cyril was plunged into a bottomless darkness.

He struggled in the darkness for a long time, no one came to rescue him, and he couldn't break the darkness. Later, when he was tired of struggling, he opened his eyes wide and fell silently in the darkness, letting the darkness that seemed to condense into reality The factor drilled into the flesh and bone marrow, sucking away all the warmth.I don't know if it was because the surroundings were too dark to see anything, or his eyes were still blind, but it took a long, long time before he felt as if he had come back to life.

He couldn't open his eyes, but his ears seemed very noisy. It was the kind of noise mixed with many voices. Those voices were so annoying. Before Cyril woke up, he stretched out his hand blankly to cover his ears.

A soft hand grabbed his hand to remove it from the ear, and then stuffed something in it, all the noisy voices suddenly weakened, leaving only a slightly hoarse but very pleasant female voice: " Are you awake?"

Cyril opened her eyes suddenly.

——This is a nursing home in Venice, Italy.

Cyril still couldn't see, but the female doctor who introduced the environment to him said with a slight smile: "Welcome to Lafelicte, I am your attending doctor and psychologist Thuro."

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(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻Thank you to the little friends who are going to die together, as always, they are everywhere and spare no effort to remind us...Nimeng's dedication has paid off!