Seven Evil Slips Chapter 9:
Kiyo was in a trance and lost consciousness, but he still had cognition and reaction to everything in the outside world. When Luo Ren approached, he saw that her face had changed. With force, he lifted his breath and turned up.
The force wrapped around her shoulders and neck suddenly disappeared, and Kiyo felt that she had never been so relaxed in his life. Luo Ren picked her up, rubbed her neck with his thumb and index finger, and shook her hand again, leveling her Arm, move up and down slightly to help her blood circulation.
Kiyo frowned, tried his best to smile, and said, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."
Luo Ren glanced across the platform, paused on the weird door for a second or two, and asked, "Where is 13,000?"
Accompanied by the question, there was another rattling sound not far away. This time, the pontoon bridge did not collapse, but collapsed directly at a fixed position. With such erosion and collapse, the relative distance between the platform and the corridor The location is getting farther and farther away.
Yan Hongsha and Cao Yanhua stuttered and spoke incoherently. One explained the platform and the door, and the other talked about what happened to him in the corridor. He didn't stop, but he actually understood it hard.
Yan Hongsha's fate is similar to Kiyo's, and what he entered was the dream of Twelve Thousands.
There are soap bubbles floating leisurely in the sky, which is a dream of waking up naturally; there are also sudden hurricanes, which are sudden awakenings. A dream, scraped into another dream.
The dream of 13,000 is simply...
In her words: It's a mess.
"It's completely unorganized, like...a lot of 13,000."
Yan Hongsha doesn't know how to describe it. The 13,000 people who appeared there were car repairers, second-hand dealers, suits and leather shoes, and ragged clothes. To her bewilderment, she even saw that Wan San started a family with different female companions.
"I tried to talk, but he couldn't seem to hear my voice, I thought he would recognize me when he saw my face, but he didn't, I was in his dream, like a blurred person , I stand in front of the mirror by myself, and I can’t even see my own face.”
Kiyo nodded: "Because any clear images or events from us are a reminder to Kazakhstan, I guess there is a force in the tunnel, desperately trying to block this reminder."
Yan Hongsha was extremely frustrated: "You are right, I even tried to write."
She thought straightforwardly: write a few words one stroke at a time, "I am Yan Hongsha".
However, the fact is that she can only write the words "I" and "Yes".
I couldn't write the last three characters no matter how many times I wrote them. I tried the names of Mudai, Cao Yanhua, Luo Ren, and even Cao Jiefang, but still failed.
Cao Yanhua was anxious: "And then?"
There was still a dull pain in the back of the neck, Kiyo stretched out his hand to rub it, and naturally raised his head to move, the moment his eyes touched the sky, he suddenly let out a short "ah".
Everyone looks in the same direction.
The sky is lowering, at a speed that can be discerned by the naked eye, and the edges are slowly eroding. In Chinese mythology, there is a story about Pan Gu opening up the world.
The scene in front of me is the opposite, the sky and the earth seem to want to merge together in the end.
On the zenith, there are seven big stars faintly lit, arranged in the shape of a spoon, and if you press it lower, you can see that there are strange swimming shadows next to each star, sometimes connected in a line, Like a disproportionate human figure, there is a low but eerie laugh, which seems to come from within the sky, infinitely far away.
The high platform trembled, shaking the lonely door from side to side.
When there is no road, take the only visible road. This door is the last exit.
Cao Yanhua was nervous: "Brother Luo, what do you think should be done?"
Luo Ren didn't answer right away, he stared at the entrance of the corridor for a long time, and said, "Let me ask you, even if 13,000 appears there now, is there any way for him to come and join us?"
This question caught everyone off guard.
The pontoon bridge has been broken, and with the denudation and collapse of the stone wall, the distance between them has greatly exceeded the original length, unless... 13,000 can fly.
During the silence, another large piece collapsed on the edge of the platform. Everyone subconsciously took a step back, trying to stay away from the dangerous edge.
At the same time, it is closer to that door.
At the end, Cao Yanhua hesitated and said, "Little Master, I definitely don't want to leave Brother Sansan behind. But, if, I mean if, if he really can't get out and this place collapses again, don't we? ..."
Is there a final decision?
There was an unconscious slight spasm on Luo Ren's forearm. He remembered the tactics of "giving up and winning" when he was trained in the past.
The instructor said: "There is no shame in retreating. It is a smart tactic to give up the small and protect the big. We don't want to abandon anyone-but we are really in a desperate situation. If we can live alone, we should not use the whole body to bury the individual. It is necessary. At that time, even if a part of it is sacrificed to be a stepping stone or a stepping stone, it is not a bad idea.”
Cruel, but realistic. In some situations, you can't be emotional, you must gain and lose and numbers first.
Now, it is one to four.
Luo Ren didn't speak, his words were superfluous. At this moment, everyone's heart should be as clear as a mirror.
Yan Hongsha suddenly pointed at the entrance of the corridor and shouted: "That's...is that... thirteen thousand?"
Yes, it must be, because Cao Yanhua was also ecstatic almost at the same time: "Brother Sansan! Brother Sansan!"
***
It's hard to believe, but 13,000 is indeed the only one among the five people who hasn't made any amends or changes to the scenes and past regrets in the water shadow.
From beginning to end, he was a bystander.
He saw his father's falling into the water, his mother's shipwreck, and also saw the ten thousand three in his youth, carrying a large bucket of diesel oil, pouring it on the mussels basking in the moon, and then lighting it on fire.
The flames spread across half of the beach, and the blood red color burned into his eyes.
He reminded himself that these visions all happened behind Yingxie Jianshang, and everything in front of him was disordered, absurd, and unbelievable.
The past can never be changed, so why deceive yourself and others, time travel is like honey, it brings a moment of self-comfort and joy, and what melts out in the end is reality.
So, he chose to sit on the sidelines.
Looking coldly at himself being driven out by the whole village, living on the street, being kicked, beaten and scolded, unkempt and hungry, the development of the situation gradually deviated from the track of real life, in the water shadow, there appeared experiences he had never had before, and he also met Someone he has never met in real life.
He was still on the sidelines, and didn't bother to guess whether it was the ten thousand possibilities in life, but subconsciously felt: since the direction of life has deviated, then the "thirteen thousand" in the water shadow is absolutely impossible. not myself.
It was just another man named Jiang Zhao with the same head and face as him.
Later, there was no path in the corridor, and he was soberly lost in the countless waves and shadows.
Walking all the time, interspersed among overlapping water shadows, seeing myself in a state of prosperity or down and out, engaged in countless jobs, and surrounded by countless friends, but the ones I was looking for never appeared.
Those waves and shadows formed a huge maze, every time he stepped into it, it was like pushing open a door, he always thought that what appeared behind the door would be a moment of meeting and parting, or any moment when all his friends were there.
Seeing that it was not, he just walked away sullenly, with a stubborn mind: so many choices, so many directions, there must be one that will be right.
Tired from walking, he sat down to rest, buried his head in his knees, and took a nap.
I had a dream.
I dreamed that I finally returned to the gathering and reunion. This bar has never been so lively. The people in the queue can't see the end at a glance. Uncle Zhang went out excitedly and walked around. When he came back, he said that the queue has reached the entrance of the ancient city. , and new guests are constantly joining.
The never-before-seen workload is really going to keep him busy.
He races against every second to deal with every guest, do you want a cocktail, okay, shake the glass and move, do you want coffee? Okay, what kind of pattern do you want, the stitches move like flying, there is no room to catch your breath.
There was a girl who forced herself into the queue, arousing the dissatisfaction of the bosses of the guests. It didn't matter if it was 13,000, so she asked her: "What do you want?"
I couldn't see her face clearly, as if there was a layer of fog behind it.
She spoke to 13,000, opened and closed her mouth, but couldn't make any sound. She took the pen and paper on the bar to write, and repeated "I am" and "I am".
The complaints from the guests became louder, and Wan San began to feel annoyed. He pushed her away and said, "Please don't hinder our business."
She was pushed and staggered, but stubbornly refused to move, and stood facing him for a while, raising her arms as if wiping away tears.
It's really stupid, I think about it.
After a while, there was the sound of the coffee machine running in her ear, she sneaked into the bar counter somehow, and started to make coffee.
What about Uncle Zhang, why don't you drive her out? Ten thousand is very irritable, but there are too many guests, he has to greet them with a smile, so as not to be distracted by other things.
After a while, the sound of the coffee machine stopped, and she pushed a few cups of coffee over.
Thousand glanced at it, almost burst out laughing: Is this the level? What is this playing? The milk bubbles are unevenly distributed, exposing the coffee surface below, like scorched earth that has been bombed.
But she was not annoyed at all. She took out a bag of chocolate sauce, cut a small opening, squeezed the bag with her hand, and wrote on the coffee surface.
Hands trembling, trembling, crooked, writing characters like earthworms crawling, 13,000 sneered, squinted, the first character was written "from".
The second cup was pushed over, and she continued to write. This time, the strokes seemed to be much more complicated, and the characters were piled up into a horrible ball. It took him a long time to recognize them before he realized that it was the character "before".
Once upon a time?
Once upon a time there was a mountain, was there a temple on the mountain?
The guests were clamoring and protesting again, so Shisan ignored her and focused on the task at hand again.
Only this time, I can't concentrate.
Once upon a time?
I always feel very familiar.
He couldn't help it, turned his head to look again, and saw the third coffee cup next to "Once upon a time", with a big comma scribbled on the surface of the cup.
The comma stands for a pause, it means that a story has not been finished, it means that there will be a follow-up.