Elder brother's garrison

“Um, weren’t we discussing whether or not to erase her memories… Well, I think that since we’re going to make a decision… we should at least take a look at that memory…”

At this point, Xiaobai looked at the Deep Sea Will with some nervousness.

"Um... the will of the deep sea... speaking of which, you'll help me separate my emotions, right..."

"……Um."

The Will of the Deep Sea shrugged and nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The Will of the Deep Sea reached out and peeled away the layers of black clouds in its hand like peeling an orange, then, right in front of Xiaobai, it plucked out the black orb of light inside.

With a snap, the Will of the Deep Sea reached out and slapped the black ball of light, turning it into a black disc in Xiaobai's shocked gaze.

"Don't worry, this memory is a copy, it doesn't matter if it gets damaged."

Seeing Xiaobai's bewildered expression, the Deep Sea Will turned around and explained something to Xiaobai before throwing the black disc and the peeling black cloud into the arms of the Deep Sea Taihou beside him.

The Deep Sea Taihou caught the black disc and the black cloud, threw the black cloud into the trash can, and put the disc into the player under the TV.

The TV screen then turned on, filled with white static, and a progress bar in the center showing the loading progress was moving from 1% to 100%.

"Uh... watching... so you mean watching on TV?"

"if not?"

"Ah...that's right."

Xiao Bai gave an awkward laugh.

Chapter 1088 Sending You a Sweet Dream

The sunlight was dim and yellowish.

Through the glass window, a splash of blood-red liquid stained the floor.

"Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump————"

"Hahaha……"

The girl's rapid, frantic breathing came from afar, accompanied by a series of hurried footsteps.

The girl, her clothes slightly disheveled, was panting heavily. Barefoot, she ran with long strides as if she were hiding from something, towards the gate.

The girl's clothes were exquisite and lovely, but they were somewhat disappointing, with some charred marks from the gunfire and varying degrees of damage. As she walked, the pungent smell of gunfire filled the air.

"Hahaha……"

The girl ran, panting heavily.

Her delicate face was still etched with fear; her large eyes were wide open, somewhat vacant, and her slightly reddened eyes were filled with tears, brimming with deep panic and confusion.

As I ran, a large door leading outside appeared at the end of the corridor.

Plop.

The girl, running at high speed, didn't have time to slow down and crashed into the gate.

The girl was breathing heavily, her chest heaving noticeably with each rapid breath. She pressed her body tightly against the door, her trembling hands gripping the doorknob, and pulled it up with all her might.

"Open it...open it...open it quickly..."

A soft, pleading voice rang out amidst the clicking and tugging of the doorknob.

The girl gripped the handle tightly, pulling it with all her might, but no matter how much force she used or how many times she whispered her pleas, the door handle remained unmoved.

"Open the door...open it quickly...why...open it quickly..."

The girl's face flushed red, and her panicked voice gradually broke into a trembling sob.

"Please...please...sob..."

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes.

Just now.

Another set of slow, heavy footsteps sounded not far behind the girl.

Upon hearing the footsteps, the girl trembled with panic. She turned around and glanced at the dark and deep corridor behind her, then looked around at the rooms in a panic. With a desperate courage, she pushed hard open the door of another room.

A crisp, mechanical sound rang out.

The girl pushed open the door to the room.

Before the girl could even show a look of relief, the sound of footsteps behind her replaced her with an even stronger sense of panic. She quickly closed her eyes and rushed into the room.

The room was an empty single dormitory room. The girl bit her lip, closed the door, and tried her best to cover her mouth, controlling her breathing and sound. Then she lay down on the floor, crawled under the bed, and curled up into a ball.

It was very dark under the bed.

The floor is hard.

The girl stared with her eyes open at the door outside the corner of the bed.

My heart was pounding in my chest, as if it would burst out of my chest with the next beat.

The sound traveled through the blood vessels to the eardrums, sending fear and cold into the bloodstream and spreading throughout the entire body.

Under the girl's gaze, another set of footsteps slowly approached.

The footsteps stopped outside the corridor.

No words were spoken.

"Clap."

The door opened with a click, as the girl's pupils constricted.

Outside the door stood a pair of black men's leather shoes.

The man in leather shoes stood at the door and stepped into the room.

The door was gently closed behind him.

Footsteps echoed in the room.

The wardrobe creaked open.

The tables and chairs were moved inch by inch.

The bedding that was separated from the girl by a board was all torn off to the floor.

The black men's leather shoes paced impatiently around the room, creaking on the floor in the blood-red sunset.

At last.

He walked to the bedside.

The girl trembled. Before the black leather shoe could make its next move, she swiftly reached out and grabbed it as it passed by. Gritting her teeth, she used all her strength to pull hard.

A shaking sensation reached the girl's palm, followed by a muffled thud. The floor trembled, and a dark figure fell to the ground.

The girl quickly crawled out from under the bed and ran towards the door, panting.

The girl gripped the doorknob and strained to open the door.

however.

To the girl's surprise.

The doorknob remained completely still.

"Uh...why...why can't I open it..."

"Open it quickly...open it quickly..."

The girl gripped the doorknob anxiously, muttering hurriedly and frantically.

"Quick... open it! It was just..."

The girl was crying excitedly as she pulled on the doorknob.

A creaking sound, like someone getting back up after falling, rang out behind the girl.

The girl, who was holding the doorknob, stood there blankly, turning her head back in fits and starts.

I haven't seen what's behind me yet.

A large hand, carrying a strong gust of wind, slapped towards the girl's face.

Snapped!

A crisp sound rang in my ears.

With a scream, the girl felt as if half of her face was on fire. Her upper body lurched uncontrollably in one direction, her legs gave way, and she lost her balance, collapsing to the ground.

The burning pain, like being pricked by needles, numbed half of my face.

My heart seemed to stop beating twice.

My vision gradually became blurry.

A large hand roughly reached onto the girl's arm, gripping it tightly, and while trying to tear at her clothes, he dragged her up from the ground.

The girl's face stiffened, and she struggled twice with all her might.

Then, with a frustrated rage, the large hand dragged the girl around twice on the ground, and then, with a feeling of being pulled as if its arm was about to be torn off, it pulled the girl into the air.

The setting sun outside the glass window was tinged with a deep crimson and a hazy yellow.

He pulled on his own large hand, suspending himself in mid-air like a crane.

A tall, strong male figure stood before me, back to the setting sun.

Its face was obscured; it resembled only a dark, solid wall.

The girl stared blankly into her empty eyes.

Staring at this scene.

Fear and panic spread rapidly.

In an instant, it resembled a black vine covered in sharp thorns.

It lingered and intertwined, then took root in my heart.

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Deep Sea Will pressed a button on the remote control and turned off the TV.

"That's enough for now, there's no need to read any further."

The Will of the Deep Sea looked at Little White with a calm expression.

"...Deep, the will of the deep sea...what happened next..."

Sitting on the other side, Xiaobai looked at the Deep Sea Will with some panic.

"Nothing much happened after that. Convers got hit a little, but Admiral Duan Shuiliu from the military police arrived in time and saved her," Deep Sea Will replied. "...Anyway, the next part probably isn't your type, so there's no need to watch it. The scene just now was enough."

"Ah..." Xiaobai's expression softened slightly, and she nodded forlornly. "Hmm... I think I know why Convers is afraid of men..."

The Will of the Deep Sea raised its eyes and looked at Little White.

“The fear of men that Convers harbored in his heart must have originated at that time,” the Will of the Deep Sea said.

"Hmm...that's a really bad memory." Xiaobai gave a wry smile.

At this moment, a series of creaking sounds came from the television screen that had been turned off by the will of the deep sea. Then, the black ball of light, like a mole emerging from its burrow, slowly floated out of the television screen.

The Will of the Deep Sea beckoned, and the black ball of light flew into its hand, obediently resting between its five fingers, allowing the Will of the Deep Sea to manipulate it.

"So?" the Deep Sea Will asked. "Have you decided to erase it?"

"..." Xiaobai remained silent.

“If you’re not sure how to decide, you don’t need to answer me now. Duan Shuiliu didn’t ask you to cure Convers immediately, so there’s plenty of time.” Deep Sea Will sighed. “Go back and spend a few days with Convers before you answer me.”

Little White looked up, gazing at the Deep Sea Will with gratitude: "Thank you."

With a snap, under Xiaobai's watchful gaze, the Will of the Deep Sea expressionlessly crushed the black orb in its hand.

"This is just a copy of Convers' memory. I'll make my move on the original after you make your decision."

To avoid Xiaobai misunderstanding, even though he had already explained it once, the Will of the Deep Sea still pointed to the black shards scattered on the ground and said to Xiaobai.

"Mm." Little White smiled gratefully at the Will of the Deep Sea. "Deep Sea Will, thank you, you've been a great help."

The Will of the Deep Sea shook its head and sighed softly.