Life in Another World of Saber Sanada Shinzo

Keywords: clock, invisible shackles, Stockholm, on the verge of suffocation, a cage that never existed.

Sanada Shinzo walked in the bustling downtown area, wide avenues, noisy residential areas, and dark alleys.

He walks in docks, ports, airports, railway stations.

He walks in schools, hospitals, restaurants, movie theaters.

He held the knife blankly, not knowing where to go.I can only keep walking like this, from the left side of the city to the right side, from the top to the bottom, from yesterday to today, from today to tomorrow.

Then he lost the concept of time.

He walked to the shop window, and in the window was a gorgeous clock with black Roman numerals engraved on the white dial, and the pointer moved forward one by one regularly, showing the grand and irresistible solemnity of time.

what is that?He looked at the clock, puzzled.

What is it doing?what's it for?Why does it exist?

Sanada Nobuzo was awed, intimidated, and panicked.It is as if the ignorant lamb saw the glory of the Lord, the foolish and ignorant were subdued, subdued by order but terrified.For his insignificance and ignorance.

What is that, do not stick.Trembling, he held Da Dao tightly in his arms, and asked uneasily.

That's their stuff, not yours.He heard the buzzing of the knife, sharply provoking the nerves of fear.

"That's not mine, it has nothing to do with me." Sanada Shinzo murmured, turned around sadly and continued walking with the knife in his arms.

Then he lost the concept of space.

He walked to the map of the city and looked at this complicated picture in puzzlement. The interlaced lines were red, green and green, meandering and zigzag, marking large and small characters he didn't understand.

what is that?He is confused.

What are these meandering lines?What are these bare spaces?What are these big and small words?

What is it, do not stick.He asked suspiciously and curiously,

Like a newborn child facing the flowers of the world.

It's not yours, don't worry about it.Buzhi said indifferently.

"That's not mine." Sanada Shinzo said and continued walking.

where am ihave no idea.

What time is it today?have no idea.

Can anyone talk to me?No.

What's that out there?Nothing to do with you.

Don't look, don't listen, don't touch, don't think.Not to feel not to be felt.

He became a walking ghost.

Not to be perceived, not to be known, not to be understood, not to be thought.He wandered in the city with the crowd, and walked in time and space together, but he was bound by invisible shackles and isolated by invisible barriers.

He was ingested by poisonous snakes for time, so he wandered day by day, he was robbed of space by wild dogs, so he walked step by step, he was imprisoned by non-stick, so he lost the world and behavior, lost perception and thought, lost memory and belief.

But he felt no anger, no sorrow, no resentment, no fear, much less despair.

I am your listener, your talker, I give you food and water, air and light, faith and reason, time and space, I give you everything you need and don't need, everything you need and need .The poisonous snake issued a hoarse soothing voice.

I give you love and be loved, hate and be hated.

Sanada Shinzo stroked the handle of the knife, his eyes were loose, and he smiled slightly.

You come with light, you go with darkness, you come with life, and you go with death.

You are light, you are hope, you are the universe and you are the world, you are reason and you are virtue, you are logic and you are emotion.

Holding the knife in his arms, he buried his head deeply in the soil. His body was packed into an oil drum and poured into cement. His breathing was blocked and his oxygen was deprived.

In front of my eyes is the hallucination brought by hypoxia, colorful, gray and dark.

It is the beating of the heart protested by the lack of oxygen, which shakes the blood and collapses the blood vessels.

It is the physical struggle caused by lack of oxygen, the scratching of the hands, the kicking of the feet, the shaking of the head and rejection.

Help me, wild dog.He screamed frantically.

Help me, viper.He issued a humiliating plea.

Help me, don't stick.He whimpered in pain.

Help me, who will help me?

Oxygen, please give me oxygen!Give me life and light!

"Dingling——" the bell rang suddenly, everything frantically stripping and tearing around was still, and the arrogant and wanton darkness suddenly withdrew its greedy big hand.

"Are you okay?" He heard someone asking.

Sanada Nobuzo opened his mouth and uttered strange tones with his vocal chords awkwardly, like a mute who has lost his voice for many years, or a deaf man who has lost his hearing.

"Okay..." He found that the cage didn't exist, and he wasn't trapped.

Time returns, space descends, and light and hope reappear.

The false cage fades away, and the ghost is rediscovered.

It was like a struggling nightmare, a hallucination of despair.

"It's best for you to be safe." He heard someone say this, and then showed a gentle smile.

He felt tired and relieved.

Like a child trekking through thorns, he buried his head in his mother's lap, and fell asleep peacefully after the exhaustion of fear and despair.

The author has something to say: The blackened prison episode you want (doge)

This is an ending combination of atypical captivity and atypical Stockholm and he.

This is also the big triangle (bu) of Sanada Shinzo and Buzhan and Lianhua

I chose a few of the [-] questions in a dark prison (that is, those few keywords) and wrote it very well (o﹃o?)

Stockholm is my favorite thing to share with you guys! 233 Back then, I used the No.1 name in my English composition to write about Stockholm, but after reading it, the teacher said that I thought it carefully, hhhhh the teacher is so cute!

Come on, it's time to decide on the cp (not) of this article!Lianhua still refuses to buy and leave her hands! (The author of the self-proclaimed personality should ignore him)

Finally, let's get down to business.

I personally think that the most fearful imprisonment is the imprisonment of personality. Even if the body is free, reason and thinking are imprisoned and cannot be used.Even if you can contact the crowd and everything in the outside world, none of those things can bring people what they need. On the contrary, the prisoner has become the only one to rely on. Whether it is physical or psychological, the body, personality, and soul are all dependent on him, so love him and hate him He, everything depends on him, the so-called Stockholm of the imprisoned.

But fortunately this imprisonment is nothing more than a self-imposed shackle that does not exist.

Later, it was broken by Lianhua hhhhh

Stand for a second Lianhua x Sanada 23333

Hope you like it!

The text will be updated at noon tomorrow.