Naruto from the movie world

"You didn't move the coin, so she died."

The auditory hallucinations in his ears while half asleep and half awake were like a sharp knife stabbing into Eric's mind. After he suddenly woke up, severe pain swept through his body in an instant. He slowly stretched out his hand and groped underneath him. What his fingertips touched was the rough and hard cement floor instead of the smooth and cold operating table.

The devil who calls himself the Creator experimented with something new on his Frankenstein today: electricity of ever-increasing intensity. Schmidt has recently been trying to push Eric into a desperate situation and see how much energy he can unleash in order to survive.

Schmidt is smart and knows how to learn from his failures. When doing these experiments, he always stood in another room and directed his assistants, and there would never be anything related to metal in that room.

Eric often allowed the Germans to torment him. The pain was so much that he was numb, and he didn't know when the anger would end.

This time the guards were not so kind. He was thrown to the wall of the yard by the guards. The blond men were rude and cursed. One of them even gave Eric a kick when he left.

The hard leather boot hit his ribs, and he even heard a crisp sound. His whole lungs immediately felt like fire, and a sharp pain erupted.

Eric fell to the ground, and the gravel hurt his face. He rolled on the ground, panting, one hand tightly grasping the other, and the nails that were deliberately smoothed were still deeply embedded into the flesh of the skin.

"Jewish bastard"

The guard mocked in a voice that was loud enough for everyone to hear, and looked around with pure contempt and disgust in his eyes, as if what he saw was just disgusting garbage, not fresh food. human life. The young boy put his hands on the ground and barely stabilized his body. He twitched the corners of his mouth and revealed a sarcastic smile. This reckless move was enough to earn him a storm of punches and kicks. However, probably today was his lucky day. The guards quickly left here laughing, and no one noticed this small act of resistance.

Has another day passed?

Eric felt that his eyelids were frighteningly heavy and painful. It must have been Schmidt's weird medicine that was devouring his body. He only felt that his eyes were bloodshot and swollen. Even if he tried his best, he could barely open a small slit and he could not see anything clearly. So Eric could only curl up his legs harder and tighten his tight clothes.

He was lying on the ground beside his bed, where the guards had mercifully dumped him. Under him was the rough, hard and cold cement floor. The thin coarse cloth prison uniform provided almost no other function besides covering the body. It could not keep him warm, and it could not make his situation at this moment even slightly comfortable.

He just lay there, letting the ground that would never warm take away the heat from his body, and letting the distant figures come and go. Those vague sounds were like the buzzing of mosquitoes, giving him a splitting headache. , accompanied by waves of dull pain throughout his body.

But those pains are not an illusion, they are real things. They are the cuts on the skin, the pinholes on the back of the hands, and the dark red color on the gauze soaked by the coagulated blood. Eric touched his arm tremblingly, and the edge of the fixing tape was already slightly raised. After just a few gentle touches, he felt a more severe pain.

It hurts, it really hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts endlessly.

The boy, who was stuck in the gap of pain and agony and lingering for breath, suddenly heard a rustling sound from behind him at this moment. It was the unique sound made by the friction of cloth.

No one noticed Eric, no one except that man.

The man walked very slowly, but his steps were very light. He seemed to be able to feel his breath, or an aura about him that made people feel chills standing on end.

But that feeling was not fear or threat.

Something was wrong. Eric tried to open his eyes again, but his efforts failed again. He felt that the man was getting closer and closer. He approached him, squatted down, and seemed to be looking at him seriously.

This is even more wrong.

He was Klaus Schmidt's "darling," and those guys, whether they had a number stamped on their arm or not, knew it. They knew that he was a "special experiment" and Schmidt would keep him in the laboratory all day long with only a minimum number of assistants and doctors around him.

"Those guards don't even know how to carry guns," the people gathered together like a dark cloud murmured, with a strange smile on their stiff faces. "They can only guard the door and listen to the screams inside."

"Maybe what Schmidt likes isn't potential at all."

"Oh, who can say for sure, he will survive anyway."

Listening is not Eric's ability, but this does not prevent him from taking all the sound fragments into his mind, these annoying buzzing sounds like summer mosquitoes. At first he will feel angry, and the hurt caused by this emotion is even more severe than the previous pain. But what is the use of anger?

His anger and pain were Schmidt's tireless pursuit, and this was what the blond man who claimed to be a superior race loved most. He hurt Eric in every possible way, he threatened him, stung him, tortured him with potions of various colors, and he would even repeat the story of that day in his ears over and over again.

That sentence appeared so many times that Eric felt that it had become an auditory hallucination in his ears.

"You didn't move the coin, so she died."

"You didn't move the coin, so your mother died."

The feeling of dizziness became more obvious. It must be because he lost too much blood today. Eric thought desperately. At this time, someone outside said something in English. He had not heard the voices of these people. They might be new people. Bar

"Children, don't watch this. This kind of murder is not good."

"Brother Kano, you're not that big either."

"That's right, maybe you're not as powerful as us."

It was an older child and two younger children who were responsible for robberies.

"Well, I've convinced you, then I'll make you invisible, the void swallows the world."

It's quiet outside

"I didn't expect it to be here."

The prison robbery was successful

This time he spoke in German, and his accent sounded strangely familiar. Eric didn't understand what he meant, so he responded by keeping silent and pretending not to hear anything. The man raised his hand, and the next moment, Eric felt his eyes go cold, and cold fingertips gently touched his swollen eyelids.

The temperature was a bit low for normal people, but for Eric, it was undoubtedly equivalent to ice cubes as a cold compress, which slightly relieved his body and mind from suffering from the flames of pain.

The boy had already closed his eyes, but when that strange aura that made people's hair stand on end appeared again, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight ahead, meeting a pair of pure black pupils. Their eyes met, and Eric was still in shock. The masked man suddenly reached out and covered his mouth. The palms of the masked man were cold and had a faint smell of blood. Eric felt a biting chill covering his face, and he immediately became nervous.

"Relax, I don't want to hear you scream."

After looking at it for a few seconds, Eric's eyes widened in shock. The masked man still covered his mouth tightly, and a few short fuzzy syllables escaped from his mouth. He struggled and reached out to grab him. His wrist. The masked man frowned, stretched out his hand to make a silencing gesture, and then let go of his hand.

"You" Eric gasped, trying his best to lower his voice. He could hardly believe his eyes, "You, you are"