Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 468
An unusually gorgeous wall clock hung on the white as snow ward wall.

I don't know where to get the antique clock, the golden copper case looks very heavy.From the base to the top, it is decorated with curly grass, braids, incense sticks, birds, animals and flying clouds in turn. On the top of the clock dial is a pinnacle shaped like a gourd.The weird shape reminds people of oil lamps at first glance, but after a long time of observing the complicated patterns on it, it will gradually produce the impression of a palace.

For a full half an hour, Chen Wei looked at this exotic old-fashioned wall clock by the bedside, listening to the ticking of seconds.Although this period of time was meaningless to him other than suffering, the friends who came to visit the patients had a fulfilling life. First, they ate their own lunch without anyone else present, and then drank the cans of the day. Espresso.

The bronze second hand plays mechanically.

"Student Zhou, I seem to have mentioned it to you once before."

"what do you mean?"

"That is to say, in terms of setting, Aladdin is actually a Chinese. Although "Arabian Nights" is a story passed down by the Arabs, the place where Aladdin lived in the story was known to the Arabs at that time The "Land of the Far East" is the west of China. The magician who is the villain of the story comes from the Maghreb in northwest Africa, which was the land of sunset in the eyes of the Arabs at that time. In other words, in order to pursue The magic lamp that makes wishes come true spans the entire vast ocean, from the far west where the sun sets to the far east where the sun rises. I thought to myself, this is really amazing perseverance. For the Chinese Aladdin, the magician is more qualified to be the protagonist of the story, right? Instead of letting Aladdin hold the magic lamp and make some messy wishes, just throw him into the universe to be self-reliant. Times have changed, readers My taste has also become tricky. If I were to write this story now, I think it would be more gimmick to focus on the story of the magician running from Africa to the East of the Sea. Who would have thought that it happened in China What about the story? But if you say that foreign magicians traveled thousands of miles to the East to find the mysterious oriental magic weapon, everyone will become very interested, right? Now it will definitely be a big hit. I even think of the name of the story. How about calling it Journey to the East?"

"It's really strange, classmate Chen."

"It's not a very strange name, is it?"

"No, I didn't mention the title of your book. I meant the fact that a heart attack could cause a madness."

"Am I insane now?"

"From the perspective of jumping thinking, there is a certain degree of suspicion."

"I think so too. Because there's something in front of me that shouldn't be here at all."

Chen Wei raised his finger to the wall clock and said in a normal tone: "Student Zhou, please explain why this valuable item appeared in my ward."

"I brought it. You saw me put it up just now, didn't you?"

"No, what I saw was hung up by the nurse who took care of me before. With her impressive height and terrifying jumping ability, she jumped directly to a height of more than two meters. Bang on the wall. Judging by her skill, I think she is probably saving the world after get off work. When this happened, you were just standing by like a government employee and giving orders. Speaking of Here, I have to ask, Classmate Zhou, why can you order a superhero to do such an outrageous thing?"

The girl sitting by the bed combed the hair with her fingers, and then answered naturally: "Because this is the hospital under my name."

"Where should I start? I don't know whether to doubt the authenticity of your words or the legitimacy of the existence of this hospital... After a thousand words, let's go back to the original question. Classmate Zhou, why are you here at my hospital?" Hang an antique clock in your ward?"

"Because this clock is the countdown to your life."

Chen Wei straightened his upper body unconsciously, and asked with a correct attitude: "What does this mean?"

"It's literally, classmate Chen. You will die when the clock stops."

"The doctor's order advised me to take a good rest in a quiet environment."

"The doctor's order is correct. Please don't contact any external sources of information during this period of time."

"Then take this wall clock away, too? It's very noisy."

"No. When the doctor's order conflicts with mine, please take me as the standard."

Faced with such an impeccable speech, Chen Wei also said straightforwardly: "In that case, please pass me my mobile phone."

"Need to contact family members?"

"No, I want to call the police. Even if I'm a friend, there's nothing I can do. The only thing we can do now is to ask the police to take the premeditated murderer in front of me into criminal detention immediately. Because it's only a criminal premeditation stage, it will be dealt with lightly. This is good for both of us." The best solution. Please rest assured, Zhou. Although you have done such a thing to me, in the final analysis, we used to be friends, and I will give the media a fair evaluation of your difficulties in embarking on a criminal path."

"I'll confiscate the mobile phone first, classmate Chen. In this way, you won't say something misleading to classmate Zhang. I will do my best for other things."

"Are you trying to say kill me as hard as you can?"

"Nothing like that. I'll do everything possible to keep this clock running."

Then take it home and wind it up on time—he swallowed the words.It is meaningless to talk about common sense in this situation. If the goal is purely to fight for freedom, even the logic of a madman has to be obeyed.

He organized his language and said, "Do you still remember what we were talking about before we fell into a coma?"

"It's about offering snacks to Zhang, right?"

"A little bit before that."

"I don't have the energy to remember every word of yours, classmate Chen. What I have to deal with now is the issue of your life safety. I will do whatever it takes in this matter, even if you think I'm crazy, it doesn't matter."

"You know what it's like for an artist to be in a state when he's deeply involved in his work, when he's gone crazy?"

Perhaps because she did not understand the reason for this question, she remained silent.

"The ancient Greeks called it ecstasy. As one of the most important sources of literary theory in history, they noticed very early on that poets would fall into a special state of high emotion and complete ecstasy when creating. It is like a mentally disturbed Like patients, they are oblivious to the world perceived by normal people, and instead immerse themselves in a transcendent world. In addition to poetry creation, religion and love may also produce similar feelings. But it is not a disease , because the person in ecstasy is perfectly normal at other times, and ecstasy itself, far from being destructive, produces incredible results. Some even argue that ecstasy is the decisive gift as poetry. People who cannot feel ecstasy, no matter how many skills they have accumulated, cannot really touch the threshold of poetry. But how did this ecstasy come about? The ancient Greeks believed that it was not something that human reason could do , but the result of being dependent on the gods. The god of poetry—for the ancient Greeks, that is, the god of wine, perhaps it is easier to come when people are drunk, and to bring the knowledge of himself as a god to mortals They speak the language of God through their mouths. However, they also believe that there is a higher destiny above God, and the Platonist school put forward the original concept called "Taiyi". The world illuminated by Taiyi What is it like? It is the perfect world that casts the distorted shadow of the world, that is, the world of rationality. If the human soul can think of that world through the world, it will fall into a higher level of poetic ecstasy. ecstasy, that is, the ecstasy of reason.”

"I'm not a poet, classmate Chen."

"But I'm convincing myself to understand you, Zhou. Crazy is a transcendent feeling. It's really possible to run forward from where you stand, to see the heaven from the world. I have never had this kind of feeling myself, but several times, Zhou, I have noticed that you pay attention to things that I cannot perceive. Then, as a patient with dissociative personality disorder, because of your special mental state And get some sort of prophetic ecstasy? I did hear a folk tale that multiple personalities are actually possessed by other souls. Souls that have experienced death have hidden memories of the afterlife, So it is easier to comprehend knowledge that ordinary people cannot understand."

She closed her eyes, and finally said, "I can't decide your future, classmate Chen. Even if you die in the next second, it's just you giving up."

"Is death such a bad thing? Frankly speaking, I don't think there is anything more stable than life and death in the world. Animal sacrifices, idols, gods...these words will change their connotations with the changing times, but The concept of "death" has never been misinterpreted. People can understand not only the death of humans, but also the death of animals and plants, but the extinguishing of flames and the evaporation of dew, they do not regard them as death. Because they can distinguish between 'living things' and 'dead things' from the very beginning. What is the absolute standard? Although it is impossible to give a perfect answer in words, people naturally know what is going on. It has not been misunderstood for ten thousand years. Why is it so, Classmate Zhou?"

"that is because……"

She murmured, but didn't say the answer.

"Because that is something that has never disappeared throughout the ages. God will disappear because of the disappearance of believers. When God disappears, the idols and rituals that match it will also disappear. Art will disappear because of the disappearance of carriers and creators. Politics , the law, and everything created will disappear as long as there is no inheritance. But death will not, because 'death' means 'disappear forever'. To make a wish to make death disappear is to make 'disappear' This concept disappears. Can you step into your own shadow? If it is acceptable that a person cannot step into his own shadow, then death is also acceptable, isn’t it? Humans have used a long history to accept this Is something wrong? By now, you can look at it with a normal mentality without being careful and taboo."

"not like this."

"What is the problem?"

"Because the raw part isn't done yet."

"Life is never enough. There was once a rich man who decided to live to 60 years old and die by euthanasia, using this as a limit to squander his family wealth and enjoy himself. Become a beggar on the street. Do you think you are willing to live in such a humiliating way now? But, if you really get to that stage, I don’t want to hear the news of your suicide. It’s human instinct to live one day longer. Although In this case, my situation is another matter, because in the final analysis, this is not within my control, and my death can be said to depend on the will of God. How are you going to save me? If medicine does not If you use it, are you planning to ask God to turn the clock directly?"

It was all nonsense he said casually, but the visitor didn't answer for a long time.After the second hand made noise for a long time, she said slowly: "What if it can really make you live like a god for a long time?"

"Student Zhou, when you play role-playing games, do you separate the player from the character?"

"...I rarely play games."

"Then, I am the kind of person who advocates separation. As far as characters are concerned, the character manipulated by the player is a comrade-in-arms, partner, and relative, and what about the player himself? Although it can also be said to be a spiritual participant, the relationship between the two The meaning is completely different. No matter how you play, the death of the character in the eyes of the player is not a real death, but just an experience. The role as a character and the role as a player are not equivalent at all. Is it understandable to say this? Although there are some people who claim to treat virtual characters as real people, I maintain a completely distrustful attitude towards this. In my opinion, the attitude of treating characters as real people is mostly just kitsch It’s just a social performance. In the same way, can a person possessed by a god be regarded as the same as in the past?”

The clock under the magic lamp ticked away.

"It's not that I think becoming a god is a bad thing. However, Zhou, the change in 'vision' brings more than just a change in ability. If I can live for a long time like a god, maybe we won't Friends again. Saying this seems like you sacrificed heroically, no, I didn’t mean that at all. I’m reminding you that human beliefs are very fragile things. Don’t say you become a god, if you put me Shut up in this ward for a month and we probably won't be friends anymore. My Ancient Greek Literature Appreciation paper is due next Wednesday, and if I don't get a high enough score, plus the current absentee rate, I'm going to fuck If it’s not good, you’ll have to delay your graduation.”

Regarding his desire for passing grades, the patient completely ignored him and was immersed in his own thoughts.Her fingertips resting on her knees trembled slightly, as if she was experiencing violent emotional ups and downs.

"So, classmate Chen, are you going to die as a friend?"

"I just don't want you to do strange things, classmate Zhou. If you feel that you can make a wish regardless of everything, it means that now is not a good time to make a wish. It's better to think about it for a while—to be honest , I almost don't know what we are arguing about."

At this point, it seems that there is no way to continue, only the clock under the magic lamp is running as usual.Sometimes it seems to be faster, sometimes it seems to be slower, and if you listen attentively, it doesn't change at all.

"Take another day off," she said.

"What about a day from now?"

"You can wait a day and ask again."

Although he didn't get a complete victory, he decided to let it go at this point.In this calm afternoon, the sound of copper and iron wandering echoed in the room.Although he did nothing, he felt a kind of nostalgic sadness in the haze.

"Classmate Zhou."

"what happened?"

"What I just said seems a little too much. I'm sorry to talk so lightly about death—and that I'm thirsty."

"...You talk too much."

She stood up from the bed and poured water to the drinking fountain in the corner.During this time, he studied the black umbrella by the bedside table.The more I looked at it carefully, the more inexplicably kind I felt, and finally I picked it up involuntarily.When she came back from the water cooler, she saw him holding an umbrella and holding it up like a sword.

"Speaking of death," he said, "a story comes to mind."

"Journey to the East of an African Magician?"

"No, it has nothing to do with that. It's a European folk myth I heard from a well-connected professional professor. It means that there is a temple that is as dim as the moon, and it is the place where the eternal king lives. On the steps of the jade seat of the temple , was engraved by the wise Son of God with a proverb. That sentence roughly means: Nothing lives forever. Later, the eternal kingdom was destroyed, and the world was handed over to the hands of Chaos. After experiencing various disasters, the god of death Entered that temple, and sat on the throne of the Eternal King. From then on, there is nothing eternal in this world except death."

Words flow from the mouth.The umbrella handle is handed out by the palm.The slender umbrella head points to the bronze bell like the tip of a sword.There was no thinking involved, his body did it naturally.

"One day, God of Death bowed his head on the throne and saw the proverbs left by the Son of God. He laughed out loud at this. So he pretended to be a mortal and traveled around the world to find all kinds of people who were chasing death. people."

The muscles at the corners of his mouth stretched unnaturally.The more the narrative goes on, the more that unconscious sneer becomes apparent.

"He collected countless dead and mixed them all into the sludge."

The sound of the clock seemed to slow down.

"—Then, he used the mud to completely fill up the motto on the steps."

(End of this chapter)