Overturned Tower

The endless darkness was as dim as an abyss, and Sheath felt like she had fallen into a vortex in the center of the ocean current.

Countless fragments of the past came to mind, and every word that he could not forget or had forgotten came to his mind uncontrollably.

"Be careful, be careful...you are carrying our lives on you."

"Remember, never, never stand up!"

"……do not go."

"——Informer Wendy! He is the informant from Never Island!"

[I can give you a possibility of the future, the possibility of pursuing ideals]

“…Idiot, half-baked, clown, bumbling weirdo.”

"Therefore, you never have anything to atone for."

"Beware of arrogance, child. If you don't know what to do, remain silent. For justice does not need to assert itself. Truth and righteousness speak for themselves... You do not need people to trust you, because you are not a leader and do not intend to be. Leader. You are only responsible for yourself - for the decisions you make, the sacrifices you make, the consequences you bear."

"I can save ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people...but how can I save this world?"

[Do you think you are a qualified father? 】

"Teacher...what should little Russell do like you? What should sister Alice do?"

"If this is a stage that only happens once in your life, let it go and perform to your heart's content."

"Sheath, you retreat when encountering difficulties and achieve nothing. I don't want to forgive you, but I have to do this. Because God is unfair - because even if you are as despicable as you, even if you give up so many times, you still have a chance to come. Realize your own value...but more people are trapped in the dilemma of insufficient ability, and they can't escape despair despite their best efforts."

"……I miss you so much."

Those rustling words were like moth wings flapping in his mind. He either heard everything or heard nothing.

In the end, only the last whisper, filled with despair and sadness, trembling slightly, echoed clearly in his mind.

——The next moment, Wendy suddenly woke up, gasping for air.

The extremely cold wind in winter followed his breathing, pouring into his mouth and nose, and drowning in his alveoli. The sudden cold wind he inhaled made him choke and cough.

It's like waking up from a dream... Those memories from the "future" are like quicksand between your fingers, disappearing in the blink of an eye and completely forgotten. There was only a vague illusion left, which made Wendy feel as if what she saw and heard before her eyes had been seen before.

Wendy felt like she was being supported and her wrists were being held tightly. At this moment, he was so weak and powerless, unable to break free from the shackles of others.

The children around them gathered together, but their heads were lowered or their faces were filled with fear and fear.

And at the end of their sight, two figures that should make Wendy feel very familiar, but now feel strange for some reason, appeared in his eyes.

One is brown-haired and skinny, with rodent ears and sharp teeth; the other is blond and strong, and is a bit taller than his peers.

Those were "Michael" and "John."

Their hands were tied together with thin but tough ropes, their backs were facing, and their bodies were covered in bruises. Their four hands were tied together and hung in the void.

In the void, what hangs the two people is a cartoon "crescent moon". Around the crescent moon, a small patch of sky turned into a crayon-like abstraction of late night, as if it had been soaked in ink.

And the two of them were hung in the night sky, and their painting style was completely different from the surrounding environment.

A short-haired child with unusually slender limbs and a flying membrane between his elbows and ribs was flying freely in the night sky around the two of them. His painting style is very suitable for the surrounding environment and looks like animation, just like the fairy tales that children love. In his hand he held a rather exaggerated, huge spiked hammer.

"Bad thing, betrayed the Legion!"

Peter Pan's sharp and dissatisfied voice sounded: "Informer! Bad guy! Traitor! You have shit in your head, and you dare to betray Peter Pan and Neverland! I like you so much, but you also turned bad. !”

"It was you who killed Sandy first——"

Michael's voice was full of fear and anger: "I saw you kill her!"

"That's because she's become a dirty adult too!"

Peter Pan looked even angrier than him: "She fell in love with an adult. Peter Pan must kill her before she becomes an adult! A clean death is better than a dirty life!"

"You threw us down from a high place, and you never cared whether we wanted to or not!"

"Peter Pan will always catch you!" Peter Pan argued.

"You didn't! You threw Joey to death!"

"And Sanchez, he was also thrown to death by you!" John followed.

"No matter how good the magician is, he will always make a mistake," Peter Pan exclaimed. "When they flew down from a high place, they were all screaming with joy!"

"They are afraid -"

"you are lying!"

Before Michael could reply, Peter Pan hit him with a hammer.

It was a giant hammer that could easily blow a person's head off, but Michael's face only became a bloody mess. He and John were blown away in an exaggerated manner, hanging on the moon like a swing.

Seeing this, Peter Pan laughed heartily, and then hit John away with a backhand hammer. This time I went around three times before finally falling down.

"Come on, Peter Pan asked you to speak. Why do you want to complain to the adults?"

"Because we want to leave-"

"——So? Are the adults here?"

Peter Pan said triumphantly: "They didn't come, and they also lied to you!

"Adults are not trustworthy, they are the dirtiest things!"

As he spoke, the hammer in his hand turned into a huge medical pot. As soon as he moved his left hand around, the two people who were originally facing away from each other turned half a circle and turned to face each other.

"That's how it should be, give it a kiss!"

Seeing the bloody faces of the two people colliding together - seeing what he looked like now through the other's face, Peter Pan smiled happily: "Say it quickly, who else has betrayed me? What you said , I will let you die quickly. Otherwise, I will stew you into soup with toads, centipedes, silt, dog feces and smelly shoe soles!"

As he spoke, the moon fell in the sky. The two of them were lowered into a dark green, smelly boiling soup pot.

The soup pot was so hot that the two of them couldn't help but scream, and their bodies kept bouncing like skinned frogs.

But Michael gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

John screamed and shouted: "It's just us, it's just us!"

"Peter Pan doesn't believe it! You two are not the eldest children, so why are you the ones complaining?"

Then Peter Pan turned around and threatened the children: "There must be someone else! Come forward and take your responsibility!"

"Hurry up and confess him, otherwise I will pick someone to stew with them!"

"It's really gone, it's really gone!"

The children shouted in fear.

"If not, we will stew - you!"

Peter Pan casually pointed at the half-grown boy with messy short black hair who looked timid and frightened, almost crying.

——It is Wendy.

Wendy subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, but was forcefully pulled back by the girl who was holding his wrist tightly.

"……do not go."

The girl whispered.

At that moment, Wendy recalled past memories.

He remembered that when Michael and John were about to be arrested, they specifically said to themselves: "Remember, never, never come forward!

"Because we are already dead, there is no use if you come out again. But as long as you live...as long as people live, there is hope!"

So even when Peter Pan pointed at her, Wendy remained motionless. It was as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"very good."

Peter Pan said with a sullen face: "Peter Pan has his word."

Then, he stretched out his hand to make a move - Wendy closed her eyes subconsciously.

But it wasn't him who flew away...but the girl beside him, holding his wrist.

"Why are you holding Wendy's hand? Do you like him?"

Peter Pan's face was full of resentment: "Sure enough, you are the traitor and have unclean feelings - you should die too!"

No, I am——

Wendy subconsciously wanted to defend herself, so he took a step forward.

Wanting to file a complaint or something really has nothing to do with Michael and John.

That was originally the plan initiated by Wendy... because he was smart enough to realize the truth - if this continued, everyone would eventually die. Because Peter Pan only wants companions who are "always children" like him, but people will grow up. But Wendy himself didn't dare to go to the execution department. His legs would tremble just thinking about it... so he called Michael, who had the best relationship with him, and John, who was the strongest.

If you want the betrayer to die, then let me die alone——

Wendy was hot-headed and wanted to rush over and tell her everything.

"……do not go."

A quiet voice sounded in the bottom of my heart.

At that moment, Wendy felt her wrist tighten - as if some hallucination was pulling her.

The girl had pulled his hand so hard that it hurt his wrist. The pain remained on his arm, making him feel like someone was pulling his wrist every moment, telling him "Don't go."

At that moment, young Wendy felt a sense of shame... He was ashamed of his timidity.

A feeling mixed with resentment and grievance came over him, and he seemed to be able to feel the hearts of everyone around him - as if he felt that everyone was condemning him. Whether they were looking at her or not, and no matter what their expressions were, Wendy felt like they were speaking ill of her in their hearts.

But Wendy's reason told him that Michael was right...as betrayers, they would die no matter what. In this case, it would be good to have one less person die.

——But, because he didn’t admit it, innocent people died!

Wendy felt pain in her heart.

But the rationality in his heart told him: it was too late to stand up now, because Peter Pan had already said that he wanted to kill her, and even if he admitted it at this time, it would only make Peter Pan angrier. She will still die because she has a too good relationship with herself, and the end result will be the same. Then, only if you don't stand up at this time can you save one more life - even if you just save your own life, you will always be able to live one more life. And as long as he is still alive, he can help others continue to find ways to escape, because he has the experience of failing once...

This should obviously be correct.

If you were an adult, you would probably do the same thing.

But, but, why...

"——Why do you feel so painful...right?"

After saying this, Peter Pan's expression suddenly changed completely.

His childish and extreme expression suddenly became complicated and calm.