Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 951: Leakage into the various causes (Part )

One night at midnight, Cai Ji slipped out of the ward.

The nurse no longer came to do night patrols, nor did she lock his ward at night. The door leading to the elevator was locked as usual, but several windows in the corridor were broken - two days ago, he felt a terrifying vibration in his sleep, like a giant jumping around in the courtyard, waving his arms wildly Smashing everywhere.

He thought it was an earthquake, but when he got up, he only saw lightning dancing wildly outside the window and the desolate howling wind in the heavy rain. He attributed the noise that woke him to a thunderstorm and went back to bed. After walking out of the ward the next day, I discovered that the corridor glass in the entire building had been damaged. None of the windows below the second floor can block the wind, and there are still windows left in the window frames on the third and fourth floors, all covered with spiderweb-like traces.

Judging from the damage to the building alone, it seemed that it was caused by an explosion centered on the courtyard below, but the courtyard itself showed no trace of being affected and was still shrouded in dense trees. He asked the nurse what was going on, but she just tilted her head and stared at her fingers.

Only the dean can explain this strange thing, but she hasn't appeared yet. What attacked the hospital? Or an accidental explosion caused by some chemical? While waiting, he thought about it and even had some weird dreams: the explosion was caused by those guys who closed the auto repair shop. They somehow learned of his whereabouts and came here to take revenge; they released the people in the hospital. The patient had super powers and started fighting with the nurses; then the dean appeared, covered in blood like a heroine in a sword and halberd movie, she tied the heads of his enemies together with braids and threw them on his quilt—— It was at this scene that he woke up with a start.

But these are just dreams. The hospital is real, but the past is just like a dream. Cai Ji never wanted to kill anyone, but there was something more important, something that forced him to run out of the ward at midnight and stand in front of the broken glass window desperately. He stuck his head out of the window and made sure the lights were on in the bamboo shed in the courtyard.

After days of heavy rain, tonight was finally a brief clear night, but the window sill was still wet everywhere. Cai Ji lowered his head and looked down at the floors, and there was a dazzling water light and wet mist at every foothold. In fact, it was impossible to see so clearly. He reassured himself that it was just a psychological effect, while walking back to the ward, tearing off all the sheets, sheets and curtains, and tying them into ropes along with a few pieces of replacement clothes. Because he had repeatedly tied several safety knots, the rope was not as long as expected, but it was enough for him to swing to the next floor after being folded in half.

He silently prayed that he had tied the knot correctly - he had learned how to escape with a rope several years ago, and he hadn't had the chance to practice it since he moved into a shared house that used fire escapes to pile garbage. When the rope was actually hung on the window frame, he was still thinking about letting it go. There were so many examples of failure, and he knew that his hands would slip due to fright while he was in the air, or the rope would not bear the weight, causing him to fall to his death because of his stupidity. But there was a kind of power brought by the nightmare that haunted him. He wrapped a thin cloth around his palm like a man possessed, faced the corridor, looked up at the moon in despair - and then swung from the window sill. Down. The wall outside the window was very slippery. He kicked off the first step, his body rolled outward in a half circle, and his arm hit the window sill. Fortunately, his grip was tight, and the safety knot in the middle of the long rope gave him a fulcrum. He miraculously landed on the fifth floor without even being scratched by a piece of glass.

There was some mysterious luck that dominated him, making neither fear nor reason have any effect. So he quickly untied the rope buckle, pulled the looped rope from the sixth floor window sill, and continued to swing down. The wind whispered in his ears, reminding him of the contents of tonight's nightmare. The broken windows in front of him told the story of the turmoil that was brewing outside his sleep. This hospital is like a broken eggshell, almost ready to be cracked by external forces, but the contents inside have not yet taken shape.

Finally arrived at the first floor. He stumbled to the ground, dropped the knot on the spot, and ran quickly into the depths of the courtyard path. The light of the lawn lamp has dimmed, flickering in the wind. All the subtle restlessness fills the air, and walking into the bamboo shed is like breaking into the eye of a silent storm. Suddenly, there was no sound at all.

The dean was sitting there, his head lowered, as if he was looking at his toes in a trance. When Cai Ji walked over hurriedly, wanting to explain his behavior tonight, she raised her head and gave him a cold look. That look made him choke.

"What are you doing here?"

"I……"

"I don't care about the story of how you escaped. If you want to leave, just go out through the front door."

Cai Ji looked at her in surprise. He tried to explain that he had not come out planning to escape from the hospital, but the director showed an indifferent attitude.

"I, I don't want to leave here."

"Really? What a shame."

Cai Ji subconsciously took two steps closer and wanted to say something, but she immediately stood up from her seat, walked far away from him, and walked gracefully along the edge of the bamboo shed. The look on her face was pale and she looked deeply worried, but her gait and posture were strangely light, like a butterfly wandering in the drizzle.

It was as if he had changed into a different person - Cai Ji sat down in the bamboo shed in a daze, not knowing whether he should talk about himself. At this time he heard the dean say: "Why you?"

"……I?"

"You neither conform to the previous preferences nor have any special nature. A boring and mediocre person like you will not last long even if you are chosen on a whim. It is really incomprehensible."

Suddenly hearing the other person commenting on him like this, Cai Ji felt as if a thick rubber band had snapped in his head, shattering all his thoughts. He was so ashamed and ashamed that he could hardly breathe. Even so, the dean didn't show any sympathy or guilt. He just looked at him with a cold smile and no trace of disgust in his eyes.

"How long do you plan to sit here? I'm not in the mood to stay with you forever. Just say what you want to say."

Cai Ji almost stood up and rushed out - as long as he stayed away from the other party, he could run anywhere - but the afterimage of the nightmare still followed him, making him suppress all his grievances and doubts. He squeezed out a voice from his throat that was choked with lead: "I had that dream again."

"What dream?"

"Blackbird's dream. The one I mentioned last time has started again."

After telling him the reason why he came late at night, he expected to see a change in the dean's attitude, but she still had the same indifferent attitude.

"What? Did you hear what the bird said to you?"

"It said... I have been deceived now. If I don't escape, I will be eaten by the monster."

"how about this."

Cai Ji waited for a while, but still didn't get any further information from the other party. He could only say dryly: "W-what does this mean?"

"Who knows? It's probably because you hate this place in your heart."

"I do not have."

"Then, as that thing says, this is a monster's nest for you, and the fly flies into the spider's web - and the bird is your savior. The old one dies, and the new one comes to replace it. , It’s really endless.”

As if he was a completely different person, the dean turned a blind eye to his anger and confusion, and just laughed at him like a joke. "If you didn't believe that bird at all, you wouldn't have rushed here for help, right?"

"I'm just worried about getting sick..."

"Can the disease fully explain what it points out? It should tell you, right? This place cannot be explained by common sense at all. The simplest thing is to just pay a little attention to the news from outside - there is no radio here at all In foreign programs, there will be no current events beyond your knowledge. It is as if time has completely stopped. People with a little intelligence can detect abnormalities in just a few days. If you have lived like you for several months, you can still do it. To eat, drink and sleep peacefully like this is so slow and admirable."

Cai Ji sat stiffly, wondering if he was still dreaming. How could it be possible to escape down to the sixth floor using sheets and curtains so smoothly? I'm afraid this was another dream that was both realistic and absurd, so he was surrounded by steeply sloping buildings, the wind was humming and whispering countless evil words, and the dean was like a banshee wandering under the moon, accidentally bumping into him. The strangers will only have their souls taken away. At this moment, she was saying in that beautiful but ruthless voice: "You don't have any disease, it's just a dream."

"It, it says... there is a god..."

"So what if there really is a god? If it really wanted to save you, you wouldn't have ended up here in the first place. Ah, by the way, let me tell you - the man in the old shipyard probably also Have you ever had the blackbird dream you had?"

He didn't listen at all to what the dean said later. He just sat there blankly, looking at the dense green patterns on the bamboo shed. He felt that his hands and feet turned into mud and kept dripping down. But he didn't feel like crying, perhaps because of the surreal nature. Compared to the incomprehensible blackbirds and gods, what echoed heavily in his mind at this moment was the dean's heartless and mocking words. Did you do something wrong? He thought about it over and over again, not even noticing when the other party left. When he was the only one left in the bamboo shed, he stood up unsteadily, not knowing where to go. Go back to the ward? He can't climb that high. Just like the dean said, how about leaving after knowing the situation? Anyone with any guts should have done this long ago.

But what happens after you leave here? There was really nowhere to go. He stood there and thought for a long time, until his numb legs and feet could no longer support him, and then he endured the pain and sat back down. Let’s wait until daybreak to think about it. he said to himself. Let’s take a short nap first and wait until the sun comes out to think about it again.

He felt so tired that he leaned his head on the pillar of the bamboo shed and closed his eyes in a daze. In the chaos, he felt that he had not really fallen asleep, but the illusion of countless light dreams quietly slipped through the darkness outside the bamboo shed. home. family. madman. Xiaocu. Gravel road. blackbird. Occasionally, he woke up several times and looked at the quiet path outside the shed. He found that the lights were not out and the flowers, plants and trees could be seen, but it was not yet dawn. When he closed his eyes to rest, the illusion quietly came over again, waking him up again. He stayed so painfully sleepy and the night seemed like it would never end. Xiao Chu came again. He crossed the pale river and walked to the bottom of the bamboo shed. Seeing that he was suffering from nightmares, he reached out and pushed him again, so Cai Ji opened his eyes. It turned out that it was not Xiao Chu who pushed him, but Xiao Chu. The dean who comes back again.

She looked down at him, holding a black umbrella in her hand, as if she had just come back from outside. Cai Ji shrank back in fear, and she retracted her hand, sat on the seat farthest from him, and put the umbrella next to her legs. It was drizzling outside the bamboo shed, and the sky still showed no sign of getting bright.

"How are you today?" she asked as usual.

Cai Ji was silent. The dean waited for a while, and then said, "Were you scared by me before?"

There was no fear in her voice, but Cai Ji still didn't want to speak. The dean didn't explain, just observed him quietly. At this time, Cai Ji thought of Xiao Chu again. In the past, he always secretly felt that Xiao Chu was a bit childish, squeamish, and very worthless. As a result, he himself was not much better, and he couldn't stand being criticized by others.

He didn't want to be embarrassed like this, so he tried to pretend nothing was wrong and said, "I want to ask if I can be discharged from the hospital."

"What are you going to do after you get out?"

"Find a job first."

The dean just smiled, but did not answer his words. Instead, he asked: "Did the black bird in your dream last night say something like a thief to you again?"

"Can not remember."

Cai Ji didn't understand why he said that, he just blurted it out, in fact, he remembered every word in the dream clearly. The dean also sat silently, looking at the endless rainy night outside the bamboo shed.

"You will have dreams like this again in the future. Especially..."

"especially?"

"Especially if you hold a sword... However, I haven't received a conclusive indication so far. Maybe then you will know how to isolate that dream. Even if it cannot be isolated, it can only transmit ordinary information and can no longer exert any influence on you. Substantial impact. So, as long as you don’t believe it, just treat it as a normal nightmare. If you think it’s better to believe it than to believe it, just walk away next time you see it.”

"I don't understand." Cai Ji said stubbornly.

The dean leaned over and looked at him. "……are you angry?"

"No."

"Did I say something unpleasant when we met last time?"

It obviously happened a few hours ago, but from her mouth, it seemed like several months had passed. In response to such knowing questions, Cai Ji wanted to come up with a nice counterattack, but he couldn't form the words in his head. When he finally came up with a sentence, "Are you drunk at that time?", the dean thought that he didn't intend to speak anymore, and continued: "I'm sorry, I was thinking about other things at the time, and I was not in a good mood. Okay, it’s not directed at you.”

"……What’s wrong with you?"

"I just remembered some sad things. Because I didn't want to accept it, I took my anger out on you."

Although she said this, there was no sadness in her voice at the moment. Cai Ji was doubtful, thinking back to her previous sarcastic remarks, but he couldn't conclude that she was lying. He hesitated and asked: "Do you have any friends who have the same disease as me?"

The dean turned to look at him, with a hint of surprise on his face. "Why do you think so?"

"I... was just guessing. Earlier you asked about Xiao Chu. Also, you opened this hospital and said it was for others..." "It's a pity that I guessed wrong." The director said, "I was just doing this for others. Just myself.”

Cai Ji felt a little embarrassed. Just as he was about to lower his head to wipe the dried mud spots on his pants, the dean added, "You are also a very careful person. You should be able to take care of yourself after I die."

He raised his head and met the dean's eyes, swallowing all the words he originally wanted to say. The dean's expression was not particularly serious, nor was he pretending to be mysterious when joking, but rather a plain statement. He knew at once that she was telling the truth, at least that's what she thought.

"This is the best way," she said to herself.

The dean stood up - as if giving an order to the world, the boundary between the sky and the building quietly rolled away, revealing the thin red light of the early morning. The morning sun dances and dances, showing radiating morning glow. His heart was pounding so hard that he almost fell off his seat. The dean stretched out his hand to support him.

"Isn't it similar to the sky I saw in that dream?"

Cai Ji was speechless. The dean shook his head again, and the glow suddenly extinguished like a covered candle, and the dark night fell back, covering the outline of the building again.

As if he had the yin and yang movement of day and night under his control - the dean helped him sit still as if nothing had happened.

"It's still interesting, right?"

"……what?"

"The laws of this city. Although generally speaking, you must obey the will of the true master. If you want to make adjustments to details such as time and environment, you are not restricted. But try not to move as much as possible, otherwise you will easily get confused. I am here I have never been able to grasp the point well.”

She sat back down again, this time a little closer to Cai Ji, but now Cai Ji didn't care. He looked at the other person with weak limbs and empty mind. She frowned and considered it for a while, and then asked him: "Do you still remember what happened to your uncle and grandfather?"

Cai Ji nodded numbly. In fact, he had no idea what she was talking about.

"Your uncle believed that he was taught the art of immortality by a god...or should I say, a monster - what he said was true, that monster was me."

"Ah."

The dean looked at him for a moment, then sighed silently.

"I couldn't listen to it at all. I thought it would be better if I took my time...but it turned out that you were too careless."

Is it my problem? Cai Ji thought to himself. He looked again at the silent rain curtain outside the bamboo shed.

"You...why did you teach him that?"

"No, I didn't teach him. It was nonsense just now. According to the time you mentioned, I was not born when he first got sick."

"Did you... just complete it?"

The dean stared at him with a frown, a trace of helpless anxiety in his eyes.

"No monster has ever taught your uncle. He really just has delusions. Maybe he is the kind of overly sensitive person who will be affected in his sleep, but the part about learning from monsters is his own imagination. Coming out... I guess your hometown originally had similar animal worship, which gave him the fantasy of trading with spirits. "

Cai Ji nodded numbly. Facing a person who had just turned the sun, moon, morning and dusk in front of his eyes, he could only accept whatever the other person said, even if he wanted to talk to him about believing in science.

"But you don't have that disease," the dean continued. "What you are experiencing is not a hereditary mental illness. There is no need for you to worry about it in the future."

In the past, these few words of diagnosis were simply an edict for his entire life, but now he just nodded and looked at the night sky with blurred eyes. His attitude seemed to make the dean a little confused. She looked at him carefully and then asked, "Do you want to rest for a few days before talking?"

Cai Ji shook his head. He felt that no one in the world would choose to go back to sleep if they were in his current position. But his mood was very calm, not at all like the panic he felt when he was ridiculed by the dean a few hours ago. He even felt a little at ease, because now that he was in such a bizarre situation, little things like being humiliated and having his self-esteem bruised were nothing to worry about. He couldn't help but ask: "Are you really not a monster?"

"No."

"Is this what you really look like? Isn't it a conjuration?"

The dean made him remain uneasy for two or three seconds, and then said categorically: "I am not changed from anything, I am just a human being."

"Then before you..."

Before he could ask what happened a few hours ago, the dean rushed to say, "I am more like the kind of person in your uncle's and grandfather's stories."

"Someone who wants to harm him?"

"No, I am referring to people who have come into contact with monsters and gained some abilities as a result - but it is not a good thing, and it has nothing to do with immortality. If you can avoid being infected by this kind of contact, you must not let the people around you become infected. "

There was indeed no joy on the face of the dean who said this, unlike the old man in the cellar who was so proud when he boasted that he was "Gong Wushao's apprentice". Looking at the face he had spent so much time with, Cai Ji found that he couldn't bring himself to have any doubts. He asked almost with a bit of curiosity: "So, are there really monsters?"

"It can be considered as some."

"Is it really an animal? Or... a plant? A sculpture? A magic weapon?"

No matter what he said, the dean just shook his head. Cai Ji didn't know why he blurted out: "Stone?"

The dean was stunned for a moment, then smiled. "Be careful when you say things like this in the future."

"what?"

"That thing seems to be very small-minded. It will take revenge on you in some way."

Cai Ji paused anxiously. The dean continued: "In the legends we know, things made of stones are not bad, right? That thing is completely different. If I had to describe it, I think it should be closer to the appearance of a poisonous snake or a dragon. But this It's just a metaphor, it's not a specific snake or dragon, and I haven't actually seen it, I just heard other people's descriptions."

"Then, is it something like dragon veins? A monster created by the terrain and feng shui?"

"No...it's the language."

The dean thought quietly for a while, and then said to him: "This kind of monsters come from all kinds and forms of language in the world. When there is no language, they are just concepts of chaos and nothingness. Until the concepts are connected The fire god is not formed from a specific group of flames, but is a collection of people's concepts of fire. However, they only express the language of the observer. The descriptive part is not a direct representation of the conceptual essence, so its existence cannot reversely verify the authenticity of the conceptual essence. It is just a product of language woven around things. In other words, they may have evolved from real concepts. , or it may just be a product of collective consciousness... Can you understand this? "

Cai Ji kept his mouth open and said nothing. It wasn't until the dean asked again that he slowly but firmly shook his head. The dean sighed again.

"...It is a kind of chaotic spirit. It was born before the birth of our world, so it has no exact name. Because people with discerning eyes see it twisting and twisting like a snake, they call it a basilisk, or a basilisk. The demon dragon can do it too - just call it 'Wu Shao Gong', it will probably like this name, at least it won't be irritated."

"What will happen if you provoke it...?"

"I will use some seemingly coincidental events to retaliate against you. But it's actually nothing. If you can see it after I die, there is no need to pay special attention to it."

Cai Ji stared at her in stunned silence as she raised her hand, and said calmly: "A sinister and despicable thing like that deserves to be reviled by others."

"No, it doesn't matter?"

"It doesn't matter to me. You see, it doesn't matter what I say. From now on, just use me as a boundary and don't say anything more than me."

Cai Ji agreed in a daze, but did not dare to think too much about the so-called monster. The dark night outside the bamboo shed was exuding a deep chill, which made him couldn't help but want to move closer to the dean. The dean noticed his fear and patted his shoulder gently.

"That thing can't appear in front of you like a ghost and directly hurt you and scare you. The most it can do is create various incidents to torture you. In your current situation, it can't do anything to you anymore."

"……Why?"

"There are no relatives or friends that can be used to threaten, and there are no careers and properties that can be taken away. It must be difficult for someone like you who doesn't have much in the first place."

Although she described him as so desolate, Cai Ji didn't feel that he was really a completely barefoot person. He asked tentatively: "What about health? Can't it directly make me sick?"

"No. If it really had that ability, it could just jump out and kill you."

"Its ability isn't strong?"

"It is in a weak state. A long time ago, it encountered a deadly enemy when it was causing trouble. After that, it didn't have much real ability."

"Injured?"

The dean withdrew his hand from his shoulder. With a cold smile on her face, she suddenly turned back into the person who had made Cai Ji so embarrassed a few hours ago.

"Killed," she said.

(End of this chapter)