Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 947: I am not in agreement with you (Part )

What would it feel like if a person who had been trapped on an isolated island, isolated from the world for many years, suddenly heard someone else's voice ringing in his ears?

"To be honest, classmate Zhou, I have never encountered anything strange."

Perhaps the most reasonable reaction for someone in his situation is to regard it as a new kind of hallucination, the kind of imaginary friend that a person who is too lonely has. However, the moment he heard that voice, what emerged in his mind was an unmistakable word: it was this person.

He stood still, listening carefully in the endless noise and chaotic lines, trying to identify where the sound came from. As if you were answering someone, the voice went on to say:

"Why are you so embarrassed to say that? It's true. No matter how horrifying the rumors are, no matter who swears that they have witnessed it with their own eyes, as long as you take me there, nothing will happen in the end. Because of this, They almost don't want to take me to participate in activities recently, saying that I am simply an insulator of weird stories - of course, if meeting you is considered a 'strange thing', then that's a different story."

What are we talking about? He thought to himself, and his mind, which had been numb for a long time, could no longer analyze its meaning. But there was no doubt that he was talking to another person. I don’t know if they are talking face to face or remotely via mobile phone or something like that? No matter which one it was, he never heard the second person's response. Only that person's voice floated alone on the turbulent flow of countless noises. He concentrated on and carefully distinguished it, as if he were touching a dead vine hanging from a high place in the dark abyss. He could not let go and let it go, but he was also afraid of being too eager and tearing it off.

The sound was indeed like a withered vine, no, it was as thin as spider silk. If it weren't for that iconic accent, it would undoubtedly be lost in the noise. Is it because the other person is far away from you? Thinking like this, he couldn't help but move forward slowly, and his voice became clearer.

"...So, just do me a favor."

Like the thin reflection of a fishing line, it disappears and appears in the tide of noise, but it is never covered. Because he was so focused on capturing that unique tone, he no longer thought about the meaning of the words themselves. He could only generally think that it seemed to be asking for some kind of help. However, this request probably did not get the approval of the other party, so the voice repeatedly tried to persuade the other party.

What exactly is the request? He couldn't help but become curious as he followed the sound. However, just like this, the voice suddenly dropped, and the reflection of the fishing line was obscured by the dark color of the tide. He immediately realized that he was looking in the wrong direction, and hurriedly retreated back to the original path - it was only the original path that he thought. In fact, he had long lost the ability to judge the accurate direction. Fortunately, the vine rope that he managed to cling to did not let go, and soon fell back into his palm. This time he leaned towards the left side of the feeling and heard the voice talking incessantly again.

"It's going to be fun...that's what games are all about...singing, dancing and drama...the demystification of ritual..."

Because he spoke very quickly and used many unfamiliar words, he still couldn't figure out what the voice was talking about, but it reminded him of the words he heard in the store a long time ago. It seemed like About mermaids and souls.

Unmistakable. It is this person. This guy who talks like a cloud, this guy who claims to have "never experienced anything weird". This man was the source of the disease pointed out to him by the Black Bird, the culprit of all this abnormality.

He stood quietly, completely forgetting the endless chaos around him, and just thinking about it with confusion. There is really such a thing - this sentence was repeated over and over in his mind. I originally thought it was purely the product of my own delusions, but what Blackbird said actually came true. Although he has been completely abandoned by the world, this person's voice is the only one he can hear. Does this mean that other parts of what Blackbird said are also true? The terrible situation that I have fallen into is entirely caused by the owner of this voice, and the solution is...

But how does this make sense? He then contradicted himself. In the final analysis, he had no real grudge against this person. How can you conclude that your situation is caused by the other party? If the other party really has such ability, there is no need to hurt a little person like himself whose life is worthless, right? The only evidence is that the other party can be heard and understood by him.

Why does it have to be this person’s voice? Assuming he suffers from some kind of mental illness that causes hallucinations, he should treat all strangers equally. If you want to doubt, just doubt everything. If you want to ignore, just ignore everything. He will never target any target without any reason. In fact, he is not sure about this. He has never done anything systematic about the performance of mental patients. The understanding is nothing more than the experience summed up from the observations in childhood. Maybe my situation is different from that of my uncle and grandpa. Perhaps subconsciously, I deeply dislike this stranger whom I only met once.

"——Then it's settled. Let's meet in that classroom tomorrow night. Remember, it's the third one from the left to the right. I'm paying for the drinks and the like."

It was at this moment when he was in a state of confusion that these words that seemed like a conclusion suddenly entered his ears. He immediately thought that the other party was preparing to leave. We must not let this person escape! Even if he had no intention of harming the other person, he could not let the only voice he could recognize disappear, otherwise he would really have no way to seek help. With this thought in mind, he ran towards the direction of the sound without hesitation, shouting at the same time for the other party to stop.

Wait a moment! He shouted at the top of his lungs, but couldn't hear himself. Living in an environment of endless noise, I have long been unable to even hear what I said. What about outsiders? Will you see a madman roaring on the spot for no reason? In this situation, even normal people would run away faster.

He was really afraid that this person would slip away without saying a word, and his mind, which had been paralyzed for a long time, started to work rapidly. What should you say to attract that person? What should I say to attract the attention of that voice, and even make the other person take the initiative to approach me?

I encountered a strange thing! He shouted earnestly and desperately, hoping that the other party would come closer. At the same time, an inexplicable resentment rose in his heart: Haven’t you never encountered strange things? But someone is suffering from the most bizarre thing in the world so close to you! Don’t you want to see strange things? As long as you dare to come over, you will see enough!

I don't know if I shouted out what was in my heart, but the noise around me suddenly weakened, changing from deafening waves to a weak thin current. In the extreme silence caused by this gap, he could even hear the blood flowing in his body and the bones rubbing against each other in the joints. Is it working? Because you found that person, did you change?

However, his shouting didn't seem to have the planned effect. Instead of approaching him, the voice said far away, like the last echo in a deep well: "Then I'll see you in the evening..."

Without thinking, he chased in that direction. We can't let this person get away. He has the keen hearing of a person who has been blind for many years, and follows any movement that is out of the environment. This is not accurate, because a truly blind person will never run around the city as recklessly and as hard as he does. If he had had any sense at that time, he would have wondered how he could run as smoothly as he did in the wilderness. He didn't hit any pedestrians or walls, and he didn't even experience a height change. It was as if he was running on a huge square that was flat as a mirror. The voice stopped speaking, but he could still tell where the other person was. Once he wholeheartedly wants to seize the clues, unusual movements will become particularly prominent. Words are no longer needed. He could distinguish the sound of footsteps - the rhythm of stepping according to a certain melody, the long and hollow echo, and the trembling of the spokes of the giant wheel as it rotated, the breeze blowing on his skin that he had not felt for a long time - —What kind of transportation can send out such a battle? Could it be a bicycle?

In the days that followed, he would think about this moment of selfless pursuit from time to time, wondering whether what he felt in that boundless wasteland was true or false. Faced with his questions, the only person who can give him an answer usually just remains silent, or tells him not to think about it carefully. Probably for some kind of well-intentioned protection purpose. So he stopped asking, but he couldn't help but think about it: what he felt at that time was not the sound of a living person, but something much larger, but seemingly lifeless.

Didn't that scare him? At least not at all at the time. He had no time to think, no time to mobilize common sense and reason. Because no matter what he is chasing, even destruction and death, it is better than being abandoned in this crazy cage. He wanted to hold on to that existence, as tight as he could, like a child taking a pet goldfish out of a fish tank and squeezing it hard to prevent it from struggling to escape, until the goldfish died. The life or death of that thing is secondary. The most important thing is that it is in the palm of his hand. Even if he kills it, he can't let it go. Did he really make such a determination at that time? Do you think of killing a stranger so easily?

If he really catches her, what will happen is unimaginable. However, this assumption itself was not valid, because later he finally found out that what fell into his ears was an interview between two people. The person the voice was talking to was sitting opposite him from beginning to end. But he couldn't notice anything at the time and could only blindly chase any abnormal noise. This situation even reminded him of those cave monsters in horror movies. They lost their sight due to living in the dark and hunted food by sound. As soon as this confused thought came to him, he even felt as if he was not running with his feet, but crawling with his limbs, or swimming in the water. His senses have lost the grasp of dynamics and balance, and he can only see the chaotic scenery receding around him.

The sound of prey is distant and near. Sometimes he feels that the other person is just a few steps away, and the rotation of the spokes can almost blow his hair; sometimes it is as faint as the faintest outline of a mountain shadow outside the thick fog, and it disappears without a trace as long as he takes a step back. Every time he felt he was about to catch the other person, he always found that he was looking in the wrong direction and had to listen to the unique steps again.

But he has gradually mastered the technique. At first I panicked when I lost my target, but after a few times I mastered the rhythm of movement and never overshot again. For some reason, he found that he could not approach the sound in a straight line. Even if he did not encounter obstacles on the way, he could only go in circles, slowly approaching the center like a boat going around a whirlpool. It was almost there, almost there, and he was about to succeed. His mood also rose with the rhythm of the footsteps. In the indescribable excitement, he even began to believe what the blackbird told him: this person was the key, and this voice was the culprit. If this person is eliminated...

A blurry shape finally appeared in the long-term confusion of vision. He stretched out his arms eagerly (even though he couldn't see it) to feel for the outline so close at hand. At this moment, the memory from a long time ago suddenly became vivid. He finally remembered the appearance of the other party, the interesting eyes of the owner of the voice when looking at the movie screen, and the expression that always seemed to be thinking about something casually. Got you. He thought to himself and closed his palms tightly towards the center of the outline. Regardless of whether it's your fault or not, I have to catch you first——

What will you catch? Maybe it's the soft fabric on the clothes, or the smooth, cool polyester fabric of the sweatshirt; if it's short-sleeved, he might grab the other person's arm, and grabbing a limb is certainly more secure than clothing, even if it's torn. It's not easy to escape; if the opponent is shorter than him (he doesn't remember this), what falls into his palm may be the warm neck of a living person, with blood vessels and nerves beating underneath; in short, he wants to grab something, To truly feel what is outside this current cage.

At first he thought he had caught nothing. Nothing soft or warm to the touch with the breath of life. Then came the stinging pain - it was like putting a frostbitten hand into ice water and being pricked by sharp ice needles. He shrieked and shrank back. The cold air drifted toward him like winter mist, and the faint outline in his field of vision finally appeared.

a pair of eyes. Like glass beads embedded in ebony, the light is faint, giving off a ruthless chill. The eyes stared at him, and the stinging pain like ice knives cutting out bones clung to his skin, greedily gnawing at his flesh and blood. The severe pain caused the whole world to overturn and collapse. He howled silently, feeling like a ball of fire being pressed into the ice. Then his consciousness was reversed, and the needles frozen into the bones became red-hot iron. Boning sharp knife. Under the invisible sharp blade, he was just a clumsy dummy made of soft snow. He melted easily, and was cruelly peeled off of skin and muscles, and then turned into bones.

He didn't even think about begging for mercy. He rolled wildly on the ground, scratching and tearing at his skin until blood flowed from the wounds and merged into the rain-filled street gutters. A cold hand pressed down on his shoulder, pinning him to the ground like a stuffed insect. His face was covered with water - whether it was rain or painful tears, he couldn't tell, and he stared dimly at the dark night sky above. Raindrops fell intermittently like silver threads, and a face as pale as the full moon floated in front of the background of the rainy night, looking at him with an ethereal expression like a ghost. The pain frightened him to the extreme, and he just wanted to struggle to get further away from that terrifying face. But the opponent's hand was still pressing him, and the force was gentle but unshakable. He had no choice but to curl up his body as much as possible to reduce his exposure to those eyes.

"……It's you?"

The ghostly face floating in the night rain shook slightly. As the whisper came out of her lips, Cai Ji finally felt the pain in his body lessen. He collapsed on the stinging cement floor, opened his eyes wide and then closed them, squeezing the water away from the corners of his eyes, and finally saw clearly the face floating above him.

He had never seen this face before: it was the face of a young and beautiful woman, beautiful but completely lifeless, like a lonely soul wandering on a rainy night. He whined in fear, and the other party couldn't help but frown. Because of this action, he noticed the faint dark green under the eyes.

"It's indeed you... you still like to scream so much."

The hand on his shoulder loosened. The face rises up along the falling silver line. The young woman who almost sent him to hell stood up, took a few steps back, and observed him lying on the ground from a distance. She held a black umbrella in front of her like a crutch, but did not open it and use it. The dark purple dress and pearl gray coat were all wet in the rain.

"Can you stand up?"

The woman's questioning voice, although not very friendly, didn't seem to mean to end him. Because he was afraid that the other party would come closer again, Cai Ji nodded weakly but resolutely, and then raised his arms tremblingly. He felt overwhelming pain in every part of his body, the rough cement floor seemed to have iron thorns, and the rain was as cold as ice. He tried hard to get up, but fell down again when he got up twice. Seeing this situation, the woman took a step forward. He couldn't help but scream: "Don't come here!"

"...You, take a look at your situation."

Cai Ji lowered his head. He saw that his body was covered in blood, and his naked muscles were exposed to the rain and fog, as if he had really been skinned by Ling Chi. Such a horror movie-like scene actually appeared on his body. He was so shocked that he was instantly mute. He could only gasp hard - then he rolled his eyes and fainted from the shock.

(End of this chapter)