Chapter 266

"Their love, their hate, their warmth, their anger, their hope, their despair... they all really exist..."

"That's why they are not under your control. And you... are like now. You don't want to reject them and get deeper and deeper into trouble!"

Will kicked the ground hard.

He tried to stand up, but his hands and ankles were tied, so he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The translucent door made of frosted glass illuminated the pool of water that turned into ice in front of the door.

His homemade monocle slipped on the ice, and then he saw his own shadow, a blurry shadow on the bare ice.

"Hahaha……"

He hasn't seen his expression like this for a long time, full of despair unable to laugh at himself, with heavy dark circles drooping down, and a hint of smile at the corners of his mouth, but no matter how you look at it, you can only see bitterness and not happiness. smile.

To be honest, he was shocked.

Ever since he came here, as "Will System", he had never shown such an expression. Even a few years ago, in front of Sanqi's grave, when he thought he could not change his "destiny", he did not show such an expression.

It seems to be "angry", but it also seems to be "giving up", and more importantly... behind the fatigue...

And with the "emptiness" of not being able to get anything.

Very... ugly...

Tortured by morbid love to the end, it seems that this is the only expression he can show.

"...What will Yiel... do to herself?"

While he was talking to himself, he found himself paused.

brain……

A blank.

Nothing, nothing known - that's right, he was suddenly taken to the basement by Yi Ai like now, and he couldn't even guess how Yi Ai would treat him next.

"but……"

Boom, boom, boom.

Because there were stairs on the roof of this basement, he could clearly hear the sounds of other people coming downstairs.

It was strange, accompanied by such a sound coming downstairs.

Will felt it, and his heart beat faster.

Judging from the sound of his shoes making contact with the ground, he knew that the person coming was Iel, who was wearing maid shoes with a relatively short heel.

After she left just now, she didn't know what she took - Will didn't even dare to guess what she took.

Then, in the lighted doorway, stood a shadow with a pair of furry erect animal ears. There was no doubt that it was Yiel.

she……

Why did she appear at this time?

Why did she come here at this time?

Her steps just now were very heavy, as if she were carrying a heavy object. What on earth was that?

……strangeness.

He wasn't afraid, he... he felt...

Feeling excited?

"Master... I'm sorry."

The door opened, and what he was waiting for was Yi Aier's apology - an apology that he didn't even expect.

Even with a tearful apology.

Although……

It didn't match the huge pair of pliers she was holding in her hand.

"Iel must...must do something to...feel at ease."

Chapter 293: Depression

Yiel stood there.

The ice on the ground reflects the reflection of her maid's shoes. The clean leather shoes are very beautiful, with a little reflection from outside the door.

Her voice was trembling, her body was trembling, and her crying apology was filled with sincere guilt.

She held the tongs in her left hand, while the other hand held a small bowl - obviously, it was the bowl that Will had used since he was a child. It was filled with hot porridge, in a cold place like the basement. Emits white air.

"Yiel, you... what exactly do you want to do here now..."

Will spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... Yi'er doesn't know what to do. Yi'er's heart is very messy."

Leather shoes made a clear sound on the ground.

"But Yi'er thought of what the young master taught her, and Yi'er seemed to understand what to do."

Elle staggered towards Will.

"As long as... you just do what you want to do and say everything you want to say, that'll be fine, right?"

Although it was only a few steps, it seemed that she had walked a very, very long distance.

"...I can tell, the young master seems...to have become very depressed..."

Of course, Elle also noticed Will's "dejection". She knelt down and gently put the bowl aside.

Tilting her head, she and Will looked at each other.

It wasn't until this moment that Will could see Yiel's expression clearly.

She is laughing.

An excited smile, but it didn't look like he was "happy" at all, nor did it look like the classic "yandere smile" he taught Yiel to show before.

"A decadent young master who seems to have completely given up on himself and doesn't want to do anything."

"We won't keep moving forward like before..."

"The young master who has given up on his current situation like a useless waste here..."

She laughed naturally and even licked her lips - such an action he had never seen from Yi Aier.

It was as if Will lying on the ground was like a delicacy, and she could feast on it.

"...I'm really sorry."

"Iel..."

"I like this young master so much."

"--You see, just like the young master taught me, I shouldn't hide my love, I should say it all out."

A sense of danger.

Will felt the terrible smell of danger erupting from her, and the crisis that made his hair stand on end was spreading in the air.

She reached out and lifted the chair. It was obvious that the chair and the person were both on it, but it was effortless in her hands.

"...You are very weak, do you need Iel's help to sit on the chair properly? That's great."

She tightened the rope that tied Will, tying him tighter on the chair.

Will noticed that at this time, Iel seemed to deliberately prevent him from escaping, and applied some kind of consolidation magic from the Su Bing array to the rope.

At this distance, Will noticed that there was a black ribbon tied around her right wrist.

Very familiar...

Black ribbon.

Was it the one he had used when he demonstrated to Iai?

Or was it just something similar? After all, this place had been abandoned for such a long time, and the things left behind in the past would not really exist.

"Master, then Iai will do something a little bit out of the ordinary."

Iai did not continue to speak. She untied the black ribbon, and then tied the cool ribbon to Will's eyes, which were already somewhat absent-minded.

In such a humid environment, Will smelled the fragrance of Iai on the ribbon for the first time, in addition to the smell of moss.

Darkness.

If it was the ribbon he had prepared for Iai, the light transmittance of the ribbon was actually OK.

But in such a basement where the light intensity was not enough, such a thin black ribbon had no light transmittance at all. The moment it was covered, he was in darkness.

Let...

Iai do whatever he wanted.

"Huh..."

After his brain calmed down, he heard the sound of Iai standing up again and getting the "tool".

In the darkness, he listened to his heartbeat.

When Yiel wrapped him in a ribbon, his heartbeat was still fast, but now, his heartbeat slowed down a lot.

After he thought that the "hope" did not exist, and he got himself into the vortex of fate with one wrong step after another, and now he was in the darkness where he could not see anything...

He began to think about the reasons for all the "failures".

Perhaps...

There was no reason.

Because he was here and could not decide his own fate. Even if he resisted, he would eventually be "backfired" cannon fodder.

Without the "prophet" brought to him by the original work, he was just groping in the dark like now.

What's the use of transferring the favorability to him? What's the use of him knowing the blackened women he created? What's the use of him holding on to the hope of letting them see him clearly?

When the incident was beyond his control, it also took him to another worse path.

And he had to admit that...

Maybe he could not bear such a heavy and profound "love" as theirs - isn't this natural? Because fate plays tricks on people like this, he wants to create a deep and morbid love that is unacceptable, then he himself...maybe he can't escape it.

He felt that his state of mind had indeed returned to the snowy afternoon when he buried the stupid dog.

However, at that time, he was uncomfortable and crazy because he found that he had no control over "fate" at all.

And now, it was because he found that... the "broken" fate meant that he didn't even have any advantage in this "story".

I don't know why.

After calming down, he seemed to remember a fragment of his "previous life". The past life that was obviously far away from him, but at this moment, it rarely appeared in front of him.

After a certain meeting, he seemed to have experienced the "powerlessness" of trying so hard but not achieving anything.

That day, he walked out of the door of the conference room.

Then, he walked through the office of the game company, which was always painted with various colors and covered with various cute logos and filled with a festive atmosphere.

He opened the heavy fire safety door, and under the concerned eyes of the security guard, he walked out slowly.

He stood in the old corridor, which also exuded a damp smell, and the air he inhaled carried a smell that did not belong to the outside of the door.

Then...

Although he did not sit down, he took off his glasses.

He leaned his head on his arm, stood, leaning against the cold concrete wall, and closed his eyes.

When working, it seems that there are always... There are always such times of collapse. He has done everything, but he has nothing.

Even at that time...

In that corridor, no one would hug him or pat his shoulder when he was powerless...

Tell himself that he has tried hard.