Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 444: Forget worry water
Chapter 444 Wangyoushui
Out of the October 23rd carriage, the heavy stench in the air suddenly weakened, and a cold wind blew from the cracks in the train.
I took a big gulp of fresh air, seeing my distressed appearance, the flight attendant looked a little more puzzled.
Being stared at by her like this, I feel uneasy. I may be the only living person on this train, and my performance cannot be too different from other passengers.
"Dead people don't suffer." I silently reminded myself in my heart, I will soon return to normal, with a sullen face and no extra expressions.
"Come in." In front of him was an unfamiliar carriage with no number on it, as if the train had only seven carriages to carry passengers.
I wanted to refuse, but I had to bow my head under the eaves, holding the talisman tightly in one hand, and I followed the flight attendant into this unnumbered carriage.
The air is a little cloudy, and there is a strange smell that cannot be described. It is like an unknown chemical raw material, but it is not too pungent. If you smell it too much, you will feel your brain slow down and a little dizzy.
"What is this carriage for?" I opened my eyes and saw that there were no seats or beds in the carriage. The space was very large, and there were pictures on the walls with names written on them.
"You can treat this place as your own home." The tone of the flight attendant didn't seem to be joking: "Most people will leave marks here after they die, and the photos on the wall are their memories."
I haven't heard the hidden meaning in the flight attendant's words at this time, and I looked at the wall curiously. Those photos are palm-sized, and they are not common photos in life. So real, that's why in the dark I mistook it for a photo.
"Is this your collection? Are they the portraits of the dead?" I murmured, and at this time, under the influence of the special smell in the air, I felt in a trance.
I reached out to touch the thin paper, and my fingertips felt like human skin. I touched the pattern in the painting, but it felt like I was holding a person's face in my palm.
It was so real, I even felt that the people in the painting were looking at me.
"These are not collections, but tickets. In other words, this is the price you have to pay to get on the train." The flight attendant spoke slowly, but it gave me a very bad feeling.
I began to recall what the flight attendant said to me after entering this special carriage: "Her first sentence seems to be that the photos on the wall are the marks left by the passengers, and they are all their...memories? "
Looking around, I saw a middle-aged man with a frowning face next to a brand new blank paper in the corner. He was Lu Wenchang who was taken away by the flight attendants just now.
As if I suddenly understood something, I withdrew my outstretched fingers and looked at the deep and endless carriage: "Is the price of getting on the car is to pay for my own memory?"
"A person's life is a journey. The scenery you see is the memory. This thing does not belong to you in the first place. Only when you take back the memory can you restore your true self." The flight attendant took me forward in the car , The walls on both sides are densely covered with portraits, the number is too many to count, and they have different expressions, all of which are the portrayal of a lifetime experience.
For example, the Lu Wenchang I saw before, this man looks polite on the surface, and treats his wife and children meticulously, but the real self in his heart is sad, and the belief in the double-faced Buddha does not change anything fundamentally He has one more way to deceive himself.
His life is still bad. The heavy life pressure and discrimination from all aspects of society make this middle-aged man's face crumpled.
His memory is bitter. He wanted to prevent his children from encountering these injustices. He trained the children to eat and write with their left hands. In order to help the children, he mobilized the whole family to use their left hands to use chopsticks and pencils. It is the persistence of a small person, they also have their own happiness, but in fact the bitterness in Lu Wenchang's heart has never diminished.
The pressure of the child to go to school, the medical expenses of his wife's treatment, the impact of hard work on his own health, all of which weighed him down, and only he knew his distress.
No, to be precise, when I touched his portrait with my fingertips, I also understood what happened to him.
"It's a very mysterious feeling. It turns out that memory is also delicious." After walking a long way in this unnumbered carriage, after seeing a large number of portraits on both sides, the flight attendant finally stopped, and this carriage arrived. the end.
I also stopped, until now I still don't know what kind of medicine the flight attendant sold in the gourd, she seems to have seen my identity as a living person, and behaved very strangely.
"You must be curious why I brought you to this place." The flight attendant looked at the portraits on the walls on both sides, and then pushed open the door leading to the next carriage.
I couldn't figure out what she meant, so I looked sideways.
The door leads to the next carriage, and the layout of the carriage is exactly the same as this carriage, empty and full of portraits.
And under the light of the dim light coming from nowhere, I can vaguely see that outside the door of that carriage, there are one after another seemingly endless carriages.
The interior layout of all the carriages is the same as this one, with portraits pasted on the walls, full of emotions and desires.
"No one knows how long this train is. It travels between life and death, between reality and reality. You can understand that its terminal is the underworld that people often say. You can also take this train It’s like hell.” The flight attendant pointed to the repeated compartments, her facial features had shifted unconsciously, and I’m used to the inadvertent horror on her body, she herself seemed to me like It is a monster that ran out of a nightmare, absurd, terrifying, and so powerful that it cannot be resisted by any means.
"Maybe the train itself is a nightmare, a nightmare that includes all the lost souls."
"Dream? It is obviously wrong for you to use such a beautiful word to explain this train." The flight attendant led me to the middle of the two carriages. There is a porcelain bowl lying flat. Interestingly, no matter how bumpy the train was, the water in the bowl did not spill out.
"Besides a dream, I can't think of any other explanation." I became the anchor of the underworld show and saw a lot of things that ordinary people can't see in their entire lives, but it doesn't mean that I have a deep understanding of this world. On the contrary, the more I know, the more doubts and awe I feel.
There are too many unsolved mysteries in the world, but what I have seen and come into contact with is only a small part of the world.
"Many passengers have asked me the answer about this train, but the real answer..." The flight attendant picked up the porcelain bowl on the table: "Just drink it in this bowl of water, and you will understand a lot things."
The tone of the flight attendant became very gentle in an instant. I took the porcelain bowl without any will to resist. When my lips were about to touch the edge of the bowl, I suddenly felt a burning sensation in my arms, and there was a huge pain. Woke me up suddenly.
"Not good!" I subconsciously threw away the porcelain bowl.
The porcelain bowl fell to the ground, but it did not shatter. What is even more strange is that not a single drop of water spilled out of it.
"What do you want to drink for me?!" If it wasn't for the sudden sharp pain in my arms that woke me up, I might have been told by the flight attendant to drink the water in the bowl.
"I'm doing it for your own good. Drinking this water can relieve your worries and forget all your troubles. Drinking it will give you a new life." The flight attendant picked up the porcelain bowl again calmly, she seemed not afraid of me will refuse.
I rolled my eyes and tried to maintain my composure, but my heart was already churning.
Where is the worry-free water in the porcelain bowl? It's simply Mengpo soup! After drinking it, I guess I will become like Lu Wenchang, my memory will disappear, and I will become a lonely portrait on the wall of the train!
"Drink it." The flight attendant opened her mouth and said, as soon as she opened her mouth, the voice resounded directly in my mind, my mind was shocked, my thinking was disturbed, and I instinctively stretched out my hands.
"Drink it, you will usher in a new life and start a new journey." The flight attendant looked at me with a smile: "People, it is a cycle of reincarnation, from nothing to something, and from nothing to nothing."