I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 162: Book Journey ()
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Jian had already put his arms around He Si's waist and hurriedly retreated towards the door, but he was still a step too slow.

Behind him, the door of the wing closed quickly, without any heaviness when opening the door. It was as light as an iron plate and as cold and hard as an iron plate. At the same time, the curtains that had just been opened automatically closed quickly without wind, instantly blocking out the scenery outside the window. What was also blocked was the slightly gloomy light from outside. The sound that had only appeared for a moment disappeared as the curtains closed, and the entire box fell into dead silence again.

Neither of them spoke. They retreated to the corner of the room and looked at the mural on the roof. Before the image had time to form on the retina, the lights on the roof went out without warning. The air seemed to be solid, and even the light could not penetrate into the silent room. There was only darkness in front of the two people, which made people miss the window outside the window before. The scenery, especially the gloomy but enough light to illuminate.

Vision and hearing seemed to be deprived, and perhaps the sense of smell and taste were also deprived. This situation was somewhat familiar to He Si. When he met Zeng Bin outside the wooden pagoda that day, he seemed to have no facial features. He Si thought and couldn't help but touch her face. Fortunately, her facial features were still there, but her five senses were gone - but this didn't seem to be something worthy of being lucky.

Just as she was about to smile bitterly, the arms around her waist tightened, and He Si's heart settled again. She thought, luckily it can be used this time, and luckily the touch is intact.

"Xiao Jiu." He Si called out softly. Before he could give the order, Xiao Jiu had already flown near the ceiling, emitting a bright orange ball of light. When He Si didn't pay attention, Xiao Jiu's abilities became more and more powerful. The stronger she became, she remembered that when she first met Xiaojiu, he was just a ball of faint sparkle, and was about to die when he was burned by Qin Jian's anger. Now, the light is warm and strong, and the blooming light is like a sharp blade, easily cutting through the darkness that enveloped the room. The faces of He Si and Qin Jian were particularly vivid.

"I'll go take a look." He Si said, gently pushing Qin Jian's hand away from his waist, wanting to step forward and take a closer look. But the touch from her hand made her scalp numb and her whole body stiff - it was not Qin Jian's warm and solid arm, it was as if a cold, wet mollusk was lingering around her waist, and then disappeared.

"What the hell!" He Si shouted, patting her body with both hands to check. Her eyes moved along with her hands, but there was nothing abnormal about her whole body.

"What's wrong?" Qin Jian was forced to move his attention away from the mural, "What's there?"

"My waist..." He Si looked at Qin Jian's concerned eyes and suddenly ran out of words. She didn't know how to explain, "Was it your hand that was around my waist just now?"

"Just now?" Qin Jian paused, and obviously noticed something strange. "The moment I discovered there was something wrong with the mural, something happened suddenly. I did hold Ah Si in my arms and retreated, but I let go after retreating to the corner."

As he spoke, he looked He Si up and down again, but still found nothing. He could only ask: "What is it?"

"It's like... a swimming fish, slippery and wet... maybe it's an illusion, I'm too nervous."

"Illusion?" Qin Jian looked at the dry room and thought of the humid outdoors. His eyes swept behind He Si and found a small dark stain near her waist, which looked like a water stain.

"Forget it, no matter what it is, at least it is hiding now. With the light, I'm afraid it won't be able to do evil for a while. Let's look at the mural first."

"Alright."

The two of them talked and walked towards the center of the box. Xiaojiu followed the pace of the two and flew forward a certain distance to avoid blocking their sight. At the same time, the light softly covered the entire ceiling, creating a picture of clouds and cranes. The picture slowly appeared in front of He Si and Qin Jian. There are not many elements on the mural. Apart from a few cranes, there are traditional patterns that He Si is very familiar with, such as the rising sun, auspicious clouds, and peonies.

Judging from the meaning of the painting alone, the painter's brushstrokes are very profound. The cranes on the mural are graceful and have their own characteristics. Some are dancing gracefully, some have slightly fanned wings, some are about to fly, and some are soaring. This is an extremely elegant picture, but the matching patterns have all been stripped of color - the black sun, the dim auspicious clouds, and the azure peonies. I don't know whether the artist has not completed it or did it intentionally, and it falls faintly in the eyes of the viewer. Something strange happened, even the lifelike crane lost its vitality, staring at the black sun like a puppet, with only resentment left.

The expressions of He Si and Qin Jian were a little solemn. Since ancient times, cranes have been an auspicious object and are very common in the paintings and poems of literati. However, murals like this with clouds and cranes as the theme, especially those on the top of the room, have been more common in tombs since the Tang Dynasty. , and this crane is the fairy bird that leads the soul of the deceased to ascend.

"What do you think?" He Si couldn't help but ask.

"That little girl seems to have regarded us as dead people."

"That's not what I'm asking." He Si knew that Qin Jian was teasing her on purpose and wanted to relieve the tense atmosphere. She then asked, "The agency should be in this mural. Where do you think it is?"

Qin Jian shook his head and answered honestly and openly. However, seeing He Si's face falling rapidly, he added: "Besides the mechanism, I have an idea."

"What? Tell me." He Si became energetic again.

"The crane is a symbol of freedom and ease, which is consistent with Yan Yan's yearning for a beautiful state of life, so I think there must be a mechanism in it, but with the temper of that little girl, there will not be only one mechanism. This mural is not It’s like the first round of missions, but more like the door that leads us to see her in the end.”

"What do you mean?"

"People's ultimate imagination of the crane is to ascend. I want to break this mechanism, and the crane will take us two to ascend. In ancient times, this kind of ascension refers to from the human world to heaven, and now, I am afraid that it is from the book to ascend to this world. Creator—in front of words.”

"Is it possible that this is the only level?" After He Si finished speaking, she felt ridiculous and lowered her head in frustration, "But I really can't find any inconsistency."

Qin Jian saw that her mood had turned cute, and couldn't help but let it slip: "After we walked out of the bookstore, we entered Yan Yan's first book. At that time, did you notice any abnormalities, or what details made you... Do you think we are not in the real world but in a book?"

"Because I wanted to guide us to the coffee shop as naturally as possible, the scene when we just left the house was carefully conceived by Yan Yan. I never found anything unusual, but after I decided to go for coffee, the journey to find the coffee shop was probably Being carried away by words, everything around me lost its three-dimensional sense at that moment. The flow of time changed, and the high-rise buildings were compressed into a flat plane. There were also those carefully described conversations after entering the coffee shop. At that time, I felt that the uncle was lifelike. , but then the coffee making must have been just a brushstroke, and the characters became flat..." He Si said, gradually realizing Qin Jian's intention, "This is a book, not the real world, because of the author's detailed arrangement, everything Unimportant details will become blurred, but now, apart from the murals, the only thing that is still clear in this room is..."