[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

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Comparing the size of these hands, Feng Lan was very sure that these hands belonged to a child under ten years old, so they must not be her current hands. Although she doesn't remember much about her childhood, she has been trained as a ninja since she was a child. By this age, she has already become capable of fighting against the elite Anbu, so even then, her hands must have The finger bones are firm and not as soft as this.

So, "who" is she?

Feng Lan became interested. She thought to herself that she was probably pulled into someone's memory when the seal was opened. So I didn't do much resistance and stopped with silence. After all, this ghost can't remember it all his life, right?

Just as she was thinking about it, "she" raised her free little hand hesitantly and carefully pushed open the wooden door in front of her. The sunset, as old as rotting water, poured through the slightly opened gap in the wooden door, suddenly shining into the eyes, creating layers of ripple-like yellowing light in the field of vision, making people dazzled. After the initial dizziness, the scenery in the field of vision gradually emerged from the aqua light and became clear bit by bit.

Judging from the low perspective, "she" was probably hiding by the door, peeking into the room secretly. Through the crack in the door, "she" could only see part of the room. Most of the scene in front of her was blocked by large Japanese-style bamboo curtains. The golden and old sunlight was cut off by the dense and slender bamboo strips, split into thousands of long lines of alternating light and dark, and scattered in "her" eyes. middle. A spacious square space is enclosed behind the curtain. Through the gap between the bamboo curtains, the illegal sheds and floor bags on the wall can be vaguely seen. There is a person lying on his back on the tatami behind the curtain, in a stiff and still state. It was motionless, as if the human figure had been placed in a deliberately positioned position.

Feng Lan had a very bad intuition. "She" wanted to take a closer look at the person on the ground, but her eyes suddenly darkened. A humanoid doll suddenly fell down, its cute round face blocking the crack in the door, and its smile was sinister and malicious.

"She" was startled and took a small step back unconsciously. Seeing that the human figure was lying upside down and motionless, harmless and innocent, as if it was just unstable and blown over by the wind, "she" felt relieved and continued to press against the door and look inside.

Feng Lan saw that the human figure had a bob haircut with flat bangs and was wearing a magenta kimono, which was clearly a belted outfit. I just don’t know if there are other Ichimatsu dolls in this room who are dressed like the obi.

As soon as "she" got close to the door, she heard a woman's shrill scream:

"...How could you do this, how could you do this?! Ah Wu is your daughter, your daughter!!" Her voice was filled with despair like a collapse, and it was like the sound of electricity flowing into the silent image. It stings the heart with fear and makes the eardrum hurt.

"She" looked around, and there were vague figures moving around at the other end of the room. It was not very clear through the double curtains. There seemed to be a man and a woman standing face to face, and the woman was grabbing each other's clothes and shaking them vigorously, complaining loudly. The man held her wrist back, probably wanting her to let go, while whispering something unknown.

At such a distance, Feng Lan could not hear anything, but no matter how hard she listened, there was only a muttering sound in her ears. She thought that it was probably because the original owner was young and ignorant that he did not remember the man's words.

"...I don't believe it! You lied to me, you must have lied to me!" The woman screamed hysterically again, "I can't sit still and wait for death, I must keep Jie Ren!" She pushed the man in front of her away hard and turned around Run towards the door.

The bamboo curtain was suddenly opened and then dropped heavily, isolating the man's hand that wanted to retrieve it in another space. Feng Lan saw a figure leap out from the crack in the door, picked up "her" and ran towards the corridor. Feng Lan didn't see the woman's face clearly from beginning to end. She only saw a fluttering indigo skirt painted with white epiphyllum in her clean and neat movements.

The scenery on both sides of the corridor trembled and receded rapidly, gradually turning into a blurry scene like ink, as if the ownerless consciousness was separated from the memory of the wandering, and only the opening and closing doors became a fleeting picture. The pause has become a rare memory node in the confusing scene.

The woman stumbled and ran with "her" in her arms, passing through the dark corridors until she reached the entrance. The woman rushed forward and grasped the handle of the door, seeming to use all her strength to open the door. But things didn't work out as she wished. No matter how hard she tried, the wooden door remained motionless, as if it had been sealed by an unknown and inexplicable force.

"Squeak~"

A slight sound of the door opening came from deep inside the house, with a long and sharp ending, like a soul-inducing flute played by a messenger from the underworld, and the breath of death approached step by step along with the sound waves.

Feng Lan felt the woman hold "her" tighter. Her arms were shaking and her breathing was rapid. She was obviously extremely nervous and frightened. But in the next second, the woman took a deep breath and exhaled it. As if she had made up her mind, she weighed "her" and hugged her well, then turned back and rushed straight into the dark corridor when she came in.

She had just run halfway when she heard the harsh sound of "squeaking" rising and falling, as if someone walked through a door, chasing the woman calmly and like a shadow. The woman looked at the door leading to the atrium a few steps ahead, gritted her teeth, turned around and hid in the large room, and locked the door at the same time. Then, she ran towards the secret door without stopping, kicked away the human figure on the mechanism, and squeezed into the gap before the secret door was fully opened.

Along the way, "she" heard the woman murmuring nervously:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mom will protect you... Mom won't let you become like my sister..."

There was no electric light in the dark passage, only a grayish-yellow light leaked from the joints of the tiles and wood. As the woman ran, it hurried past her body like a snow blade, and disappeared into darkness again. The woman's whisper lingers in the ears, like a lengthy brainwashing spell, making people drowsy and creepy. The long period of high-speed running made the woman pant heavily, but she did not pause for a moment. She ran through the entire mansion as if running for her life, along the verandah, until she reached the small courtyard at the corner of the sister and brother's houses, and then along the The cobblestone path goes all the way down and crosses the small bridge.

Then she stopped.

She seemed to be confused by a ghost and suddenly regained her consciousness. She looked around blankly and helplessly. It took her a long time to realize that she had run into this dead end. In despair, she staggered back a few steps, taking care of the child in her arms to avoid falling down. The clear mountain spring in front of you passes through the courtyard, reflecting the figure of the woman under the diffuse illumination of the setting sun.

She stared blankly at her blurry reflection on the water, then suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and then she hurried away in the direction of the stream. When she reached the bamboo fence, she discovered that the outlet downstream of the canal was blocked by a fence.

Seeing that she was about to fail, the woman did not give up. She put Feng Lan aside, looked back and looked around, and her eyes suddenly focused on a certain point. She got up and walked quickly to the edge of the bamboo forest. She picked up the bamboo cutting knife leaning in the corner and walked towards the fence. Then she leaned over and slashed the fence hard with the knife.

Women are obviously not used to doing this. Her posture when holding the knife was very awkward, and the angle at which she cut was also very strange. In addition, she was not strong enough and was in a hurry, so her whole body was almost carried away by the force of the knife. Some parts of the bamboo fence were cut several times, some were only cut in half, and some were not cut at all.

The woman was panting from exhaustion. Seeing that the bamboo chopping knife could no longer damage the fence, she gave up the knife and started to chop it off with her bare hands. The scarred fence finally cracked from the fracture after she shook it vigorously. The woman tore it down and threw it aside. She turned around and picked up "Feng Lan", put her into a wooden basin floating in the stream, and then pushed the edge of the basin to let her flow down the stream.

"Feng Lan" seemed to be stunned. She just sat in the wooden basin, holding the rough-shaped miko statue tightly in her hand, as if she was using all her strength to grasp the connection between "her" and the past. "She" turned around, leaned on the edge of the tub, and looked up at the woman. The afterglow of the setting sun, accompanied by the deep shadows of the bamboo forest, blurred the woman's face, like a missing and confusing fragment in an old dream. After a flash of light, it was buried in a useless corner of memory, and it was impossible to even search for it and look back.

"She" easily passed through the new hole in the bamboo wall, and then her vision and consciousness fell into darkness at the same time.

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