Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

In the video, the blond friend stared blankly into space, the determination between his brows collapsing bit by bit, as if his spirit also collapsed at this moment. Shiraishi Masato was pressing on him and seemed to be doing something unspeakable.

His lips, trembling with pain, opened and closed with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Outside the video, the black energy surrounding the classmates was almost forming a ghost den, but Xiaoguang, who was held in the arms of You Xunran, was so anxious that he almost jumped up and down.

No, why is the video secretly filmed by Shiraishi Masato so erotic? He was clearly pinched by the other party, but why does it look like he was stabbed?

And that guy was just checking his body to see if it was disguised. The dog man was just too cautious, but he looked like he was doing some kind of exercise in the photo.

Any serious body search video would be labeled "over 18" if it were released.

——Did you use montage techniques in this video editing? !

Masato Shiraishi, your talent in this area is truly beyond reach.

Moreover, Shiraishi Masato actually took a picture of him wanting to curse but having to endure it, and Xiaoguang's expression twisted.

What's even more terrifying is that the micro-camera is located on the button of Shiraishi Masato's sleeve, so it can't capture what the other person is doing at all. The lens just shakes along with Shiraishi Masato's movements, making the picture look terrible no matter how you look at it.

"Crack!"

Xiaoguang looked over in horror. Matsuda's hair stood up curly, and the sunglasses in his hand were pinched in half. He gritted his teeth and said, "Is this what the blond bastard said? Nothing happened?"

His dark blue eyes suddenly pierced Xiaoguang, his eye sockets were red, and his eyes were filled with rage and hatred.

Xiaoguang tried to explain: "Calm down and listen to me..."

"Xiao Guang," Ida Hang suddenly interrupted him with a gloomy face, "We can't stay calm now!"

Zhu Fujingguang stiffly raised his hands to block Xiaoguang's eyes, and begged in a hoarse voice: "Don't look, don't listen, zero..."

Xiaoguang's eyes were dark. Feeling the warmth on his eyes, he pursed his lips, tightly grasped You Xunran's hand and stopped talking.

The next moment, a roar almost like a roar was heard, like a wild beast gone mad.

"Shiraishi Masato, how dare you! How dare you bully him like this!"

It was Matsuda's furious voice.

It seemed like Matsuda beat up Shiraishi Masato again, and even blocked his mouth so that he couldn't make any sound.

After an unknown amount of time, the four people who had participated in the same period sat together again, looking at the video with grim faces.

In the video, the friend lying in a pile of rubble had his hands tied above his head with his fingertips clenched white. Every time he resisted, he was easily suppressed. The pain of powerlessness and helplessness lingered around him, making those who were watching him feel suffocated by the pain.

As if to prevent himself from screaming, the blond friend bit his lower lip until it bled, occasionally letting out a muffled groan of pain, and the hair on his temples was wet with cold sweat.

Time went on, and Hagiwara and the others listened stiffly to Shiraishi Masato's panting. They wanted to look away and not see the scene of their colleague being insulted, but when they saw the fatigue and weariness between the blond colleague's brows, they dared not look away.

They were terrified that their friend's slightly trembling eyelashes would completely cover their eyes, fearing that those empty eyes would close and never open again.

They are just worried that their friends will fall asleep and never wake up again.

Because when you wake up, you have to face such an embarrassing and desperate reality.

Then, they heard Shiraishi Masato let out a long sigh and then a muffled groan, as if the whole world had quieted down.

The blond friend was lying naked on the ground, gasping weakly, with glaring crimson blood slowly spreading from under his body and staining his hair, turning his dull blond hair into an ominous dark red.

Kenji Hagiwara and the others could clearly see that their blond friend seemed to be unconscious and was seriously injured.

When he closed his eyes, their hearts almost jumped into their throats, fearing that he would fall asleep.

"Hikari." Hagiwara Kenji suddenly reached out and held the child's arm, forcing a smile. "Are you okay?"

Although he didn't see it, Xiaoguang guessed what was happening: "...It's okay."

In the mobile phone video, the blond boy stared blankly at the void with his empty and desolate eyes. No one knew what he was thinking. Suddenly, his brows relaxed, as if he couldn't wait to return to the beautiful world in his dreams, or as if he was extremely tired. His eyes closed gently, and all the slight resistance he had before disappeared.

He was extremely tired and just wanted to have a good sleep, sleep until the end of time and never wake up again.

Even if there is a tide of malice from the outside world, even if hatred is not retaliated.

"Bah..."

The emotional Kenji Hagiwara's tears fell on the back of his hands. He quickly and roughly wiped his face and pretended that nothing had happened, but his eyes were like a broken faucet that could not be turned off, and tears flowed like a fountain.

In the video, the violent man didn't even give him this little bit of peace. His blood-stained hands suddenly and viciously grabbed the blond's neck and pulled him up.

The force was so great and merciless.

"Uncle Masato, can you take off Kikuchi's head and kick it like a ball?" The man whispered in his friend's ear as if he was bestowing a great favor on his friend.

It's really disgusting.

My friend trembled and uttered a stiff voice: "Okay."

Even though he has fallen to this point, he still wants to drag those who once tortured him to hell with him. One can vaguely see some of the style of the former chief of the police academy.

As if getting a satisfactory answer, the other party let go of his hand, and his friend fell powerlessly into the rubble, with bloody scratches all over his body. However, he just frowned slightly and didn't make any sound, as if he was already used to enduring the pain.

His lack of resistance made the man extremely dissatisfied: "Hey, Amuro-kun, can you please cheer up a little?"

My friend struggled to open his eyelids, but with all his strength he could only move his bound hand.

He apologized distractedly and weakly: "I'm sorry, I'm so tired."

He seemed unaware of what he had said, and his tone was as flat as stagnant water, the bottom of which was filled with rotten branches, rotten leaves, and mud, about to drown him bit by bit.

The expressions of the four classmates who heard this suddenly froze.

Their friends are dying.

Zhu Fujingguang seemed to suddenly react. His eyes were red, and he let out a hoarse, blood-soaked cry like a dying cuckoo: "Where is G? Where is the personality that endured all of this?"

Kenji Hagiwara and his companions vaguely realized that their friend had completely suffered a mental breakdown during this long torture.

But the friends they met on the ship were still shining and vivid, as if they had never experienced darkness and pain.

This is totally wrong.

Zhu Fujingguang's question was like a bolt of lightning, striking their heads and making them realize what they had overlooked.