【Blue Silver】Happy quicksand

The door of the cell made a harsh turning sound, and the iron door slowly opened.

Grimmjow barely raised his head to look at the door, a beam of light shone into the dark dungeon, a figure appeared in the backlight, approached a little bit, and the outline gradually became clear.

Black hair, a slightly slender figure, and the accompanying cool breath.

His emptiness was imprisoned by the collar around his neck, so he couldn't detect the emptiness of the person who came, but he still recognized the person at a glance.

The figure that I thought of countless times in the night in the world of souls, the person who made me take the risk of being caught and punished to save him--Ulquiorra.

Thinking of these things, Grimmjow couldn't help but sneer in his heart. This guy is really a doom that he cannot escape. He wants to give up and erase it again and again, but it becomes clearer in his heart.It affects his action judgment, and even his instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

"What are you laughing at?" The visitor suddenly asked, and the cold voice came, but the man with ice-blue hair felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.

"I asked you what you were laughing at." The visitor raised his voice a little more.

"It's none of your business." He said lightly, as if he was just chatting, "Don't tell me, as a prisoner, you don't even have the right to laugh?"

The person opposite was silent for a while, as if he was stopped by the rhetorical question, and after a while, he whispered, "You can still laugh at this kind of time."

Grimmjow grinned disdainfully again, "Why, Aizen sent you to torture me?" Grimmjow watched the black-haired and blue-eyed man walk up to him, sighed slightly, and leaned his head against the wall behind him. , "Did you be sent to torture on purpose? That guy is really black-bellied. He knows how to make me suffer more."

Ulquiola seemed to have caught something, and took a step forward to get closer to the person on the wall, "Why? Why do you think that letting me torture you will make you more painful?"

Grimmjow was stunned for a moment, and then there was a long silence.

Ulquiola stared at him for a while, then asked again: "Also, why did you save me yesterday, in the world of corpses and souls?"

Grimmjow looked up, as if he didn't expect him to ask this.

But Ulquiorra continued to ask, "You know what will happen if you come back with me, Master Aizen will not let you go, why do you want to save me?"

Grimmjow lowered his head silently, but he could still feel that the man opposite him was staring at him motionlessly, persistently waiting for the answer.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he wanted to avoid the direct gaze, then chuckled lightly, and said slowly: "Ulquiola, why do you ask such a question."

The slightly helpless tone, the almost gentle tone, and the answer that was ready to come out hit the black-haired man's chest in an instant, making him feel suffocated. Thousands of emotions rushed through his mind quickly and violently, but they finally fell silent.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice faded from his usual coldness, and was tainted with a hint of ambiguous emotion. He said, "I hope that in the end, we will choose the same path."

The ice-blue head in front of him shook for a while, but he didn't lift his head after all.

It wasn't until late at night that Lan Ran coaxed the little persimmon to sleep before returning to Yin's palace.

Yin was still sleeping, and there was an empty medicine bowl beside the bed, obviously Sal Apollo had given him medicine.But he still hasn't woken up, but his condition has obviously improved a lot, and he no longer struggles and talks in his sleep.

"How's it going?" he asked the man standing by the bed.

"A detailed test has been done, and the body is fine, but the memory center of the brain has been destroyed by germs."

Aizen frowned.

"This kind of germ is very special. While eroding the original memory, it can simulate and copy a new memory according to a similar outline, but it will completely change the reflection and wavelength of the brain wave, that is to say, the memory will be completely distorted and inverted. The body of the disease The memory will be completely opposite, and therefore there will be a phenomenon of hatred of the original companion or friend."

Sir Apollo looked at the silent man, and continued, "I hope your lord is mentally prepared."

Lan Ran asked in a deep voice, "Can it be cured?"

"There is no reversible drug for this bacterium, but fortunately, the germ implantation is not complete, and a small part of the cerebral cortex remains intact. Maybe this is the only chance, but it will be difficult. How to stimulate this memory It takes a long and arduous process for the vitality of the center to make it strong enough to adjust and control the entire memory center."

Sal Apollo paused for a moment, and continued: "In addition to the patient's own efforts, external stimuli are also very important. Give positive influence and guidance, and never give up the affirmation and emphasis on correct memories. Maybe there will be miracles."

Lan Ran listened silently, and after a long while, she slowly responded: "Okay, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope..."

He turned to look at the silver-haired man on the bed, but didn't continue talking.

Sala pineapple retreated quietly, Ai Ran, who was deep in thought, couldn't tolerate anyone's interruption, not to mention the fragility and worry shown by the man who had always been cold and ruthless at this time, which made him feel even more uneasy.He left quietly, leaving room for the two people in the room.

Aizen sat beside Yin's bed, looking at the sleeping man on the bed, his heart was filled with indescribable negative emotions.

He suddenly realized that even though he called himself a king and believed that he could own and seize everything he wanted, he was always helpless when it came to dealing with Ichimaru Gin.

When he was in pain because of giving birth, when he was seriously ill because of his concealment, when he was caught by the soul world and tortured, he could only watch, wait, and expect, but he did everything. no.

Fortunately, every time before, Yin was able to survive each time. With his own strength, he returned to the lover who was familiar with laziness, liked pranks and ate persimmons, and returned to him completely.

Only then did he realize how lucky he was.However, this time, fate did not seem to favor him and Yin.

If the physical torture can still be endured by will, then the mental torture to be faced this time and the harm it will cause are unimaginable.

Memories are distorted, forgetting the past, pleasure into pain, happiness into sadness, obedience into compulsion, love into hate.

This was ten times and a hundred times more difficult than enduring physical pain, so it was true for Yin, so why not for him.

It took him and Yin a hundred years to get to where they are today, and the bitterness and joy during that time are deeply hidden in each other's hearts.The tacit understanding, understanding and love are all based on the various memories and experiences. He can't imagine if Yin really can't remember the past, if those people in the memory just disappear in time, if the only one left is himself , then what kind of mood should he face it.

The man who is the king of the virtual circle can no longer be as calm and indifferent as before. He has never been mentally prepared to face a Gin Ichimaru who hates him so much.

I don't know how long it has passed, one hour or ten hours, the time in the virtual circle doesn't have much meaning.When the eyelids of the person on the bed began to tremble slightly, the man who had been guarding the bed all night broke away from his chaotic thoughts. Maintaining a posture for a long time made his body a little stiff.But now he is not paying more attention to this issue.

The almost static heartbeat suddenly started to speed up, pounding against his chest, Aizen didn't know when he was so anxious, when he was so looking forward to pinning his hope on a miracle.

Ichimaru Gin slowly opened his eyes. Just like before, the silver-haired man who had just woken up had his usual lazy and hazy eyes, but suddenly became sharp the moment he saw him.

Instead of being hysterical like yesterday, he sat up slowly, staring at him vigilantly, as if he was silently observing the current situation and thinking about coping strategies.Then, he said coldly without a trace of emotion: "Master Lan Ran, what's your business in my room early in the morning?"

Aizen can see that Gin's spirit has recovered a lot, and his emotional and physical conditions have become more stable. The previous loss of emotional control has been swept away, and now the real Ichimaru Gin is in front of him, but the memories he has no longer same.

"How much do you remember?" Ai Ran blurted out and regretted it the next second.For Yin, this question may reveal the scars in his heart.

Sure enough, the silver-haired man's mouth curled into a piercing smile, and he stared at him coldly: "Master Aizen, is he afraid that I will forget what you did to me? Is he afraid that I will forget the torture and pain you have put so much effort into?" Shame? Afraid I forget whose slave I am and who controls me? Then you don’t have to worry, I remember all of these clearly, even if I wish I could forget, I still remember clearly! Isn’t this an answer? Satisfied you?"

Lan Ran listened to these words, the sadness and resentment in those tones made him frowned subconsciously.

For a moment, he really wanted to know what he had done to him in Yin's memory, those memories that made Yin hate him so much, those memories that made him almost emotionally collapse, how cruel and unbearable were they?And what should I do with Ichimaru Gin who carries these memories with him?

Aizen took a deep breath calmly, looking at Gin Ichimaru with cold eyes and no emotion in front of him, he suddenly felt helpless and anxious.

"Did you leave here because you couldn't bear it?"

Even though he already knew the answer, he still asked.He wanted to know what kind of memories had been distorted into Yin's current memory of being caught in the Soul Realm and being rescued back to the Void Circle.

Yin was slightly stunned, and then smiled again, but the smile looked extremely pale.

"Master Aizen, why bother to ask knowingly? Didn't you already know that I am an insider who has been placed by your side in the Soul Realm? If it wasn't for the command of the captain, how could I come to this dirty and evil place with you? Will I be at your mercy all this time? It's a pity that you still found out...Since you already know my true identity, I don't need to stay any longer," he said, turning his head slightly, looking at the boundless white space outside the window. The desert and the thick dark night, "I can't stand this place for a long time, so I escaped from this ghost place and escaped from you when you were paralyzed."

"It's just that I didn't expect that I would be captured by you." Yin said, and gradually restrained the smile on his face.

"Oh, by the way, Aizen-sama will never easily let go of those who betrayed him, right? So how do you want to torture me this time after arresting me?"

As he spoke, he looked back at the man, and found that the brown eyes were looking at him firmly, without anger or coldness, but there was a trace of deep emotion that he couldn't understand rippling in his eyes.This strange look made Yin Kan suddenly feel dazed.He hurriedly staggered that gaze, and clenched his fists for his momentary stupefaction.

For a long time, no one in the room spoke, just when Ichimaru Gin was surprised by the man's silence, he suddenly heard his deep voice: "You may think what I'm going to say next is absurd, but I have to tell you, you Most of the current memories are false, artificially implanted false memories. Most of the truth is completely opposite to what you remember. I have never forced you, let alone against your will What, you are not an insider in the soul world. You have always been my person, and you have always followed me, as a deputy team member, as a companion, as... a lover. Regarding this, I am very sure .”

Ichimaru Gin looked at him in shock, and then a sarcastic smile gradually appeared on his face, as if he had heard the best joke in the world, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was caught by Aizen interrupt.

"Listen to me." He looked at him firmly and seriously and continued: "I don't know what kind of person I am and what happened to us in your memory now. But I can Guarantee that those things that hurt you have never happened before, and will never happen in the future. I hope you can trust me for the time being, don't do too extreme things, give me some time, and give yourself some time, I will let you Remembered, those real memories."

If Gin Ichimaru still has memories of the past, he will realize that this is probably the most sincere sentence Aizen has ever said.It was the first time that this man who had always been domineering and tough made such a soft request, with a tone of hope and anxiety.

During the few minutes after Aizen finished speaking, the room was surprisingly quiet.Ichimaru Gin didn't speak, as if digesting what the man said.Aizen's expression was always calm, but the uneasiness in his heart expanded little by little.

After a while, Ichimaru Gin suddenly laughed, his eyes curved into two lines, and the corners of his mouth turned up, as if he had heard something happy.

If it wasn't for the smile not reaching his eyes, Aizen would almost think that he had suddenly returned to normal, and the next sentence would tell himself that it was just a prank on him before, how could he forget those things.

However, when the silver-haired man finally had enough of laughing, he still looked at him with a cold tone and said, "Ah? Master Aizen, what kind of trick is this playing? It's not your style to make such absurd jokes." .”

The last hope seemed to be shattered by this sentence.

"Do you think I will believe it? After you woke up, that cruel and cruel guy suddenly told you that you are actually... lovers, and those painful memories of yours are just illusions?" Said with a disdainful face.

The man who heard this fell silent, lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Just when Yin thought he was going to give up this ridiculous lie and turn back into that terrible demon, he suddenly heard him ask in a low voice: "Yin, do you remember when we first met?"

Ichimaru Gin was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked for the scene of meeting Aizen for the first time in his mind, but found that he couldn't remember anything.The memory of that day seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog. He knew it was there, but he still couldn't see it clearly.This chaotic feeling made him a little uneasy.As if looking for an answer, he looked up at the man beside the bed.

Aizen could sense the momentary confusion and uneasiness in the man's eyes, knowing that he probably lost the memory of the first meeting, she couldn't help sighing in her heart.The encounter between him and him for nearly a hundred years is probably all because of that first encounter. The role of that day in their mutual lives may be more important than the tens of millions of years to come.However, what I remember now is only him.

"That day I visited the Central Academy of Spiritual Art as the captain of the fifth team, and you are the most talented student in that class." Lan Ran slowly talked about the events of that day, in a low and gentle voice. Sound seems to be able to take people to the distant past.

"I saw you at the back mountain of Maoyang Academy of Spiritual Art. At that time, you were not sleeping late as others said, but practicing swastika."

Aizan will always remember the scene when he saw Ichimaru Gin for the first time. In the quiet afternoon, the sunlight penetrated the dense branches and leaves and projected onto the forest floor. There was an indescribable stubbornness and arrogance on Tuo's face.

He stood ten steps away, watching the young man silently, he also saw himself, looked at him silently for a long time, and suddenly said to him: "Uncle, you know how to comprehend, can you teach me? "

When he heard such a request unexpectedly, he couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth: "Why should I teach you?"

Aizen was also a little surprised by his rhetorical question, usually in front of outsiders, he would pretend to be amiable, but facing this child, for some reason, he couldn't help but want to "tease".

The silver-haired child tilted his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a thoughtful expression, and then said with some distress: "Hey? I really think there is nothing I can exchange with you."

"Of course you have." He said meaningfully.

"Ah? What is it?" He asked in surprise.

Aizen looked at the slender boy who was showing a bewildered expression, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious.He suddenly approached quickly, moved to the child, stretched out his hand to touch the soft silver hair, and said slowly: "You can exchange it with yourself."

The young man looked in surprise at the man who suddenly approached in front of him, and subconsciously opened his squinted eyes. The Shunpo, which was so fast that he couldn't even notice it, showed the man's extraordinary strength.

Yin raised his head and looked at those brown eyes. Through the lens, Yin felt that those eyes were like a bottomless abyss, almost sucking himself in.His heart suddenly started beating violently. Under the cover of the tall and imposing figure, he forgot to react for a moment, and let the fingers gently brush his hair.

"If you want, come here to find me at this time tomorrow, and I can teach you everything you want to learn. Of course, if you don't want to, just continue spending a lot of time with those idiots in the academy , mediocre study."

The man turned and left.

The silver-haired boy stared blankly at the tall figure going away, and then suddenly realized that the man was wearing the snow-white Captain Haori on his back.Under the sun, the dazzling "five" logo was deeply imprinted on his heart.