Where are you from
Crazy Uncle did not answer this question.
It's been a long time since he's been asked that question, since he started keeping himself away from people.
But when did he deliberately stay away from the crowd, he couldn't remember.
He didn't lie to Ning Gu, he couldn't remember how old he was, what he had experienced, how everything started and how it ended.
So he couldn't remember where he came from.
The capacity is limited, the space is limited, the time is limited, and the memory is also limited, overlapping, interlacing, squeezing, and finally disappearing. What was remembered before disappeared, and what is remembered now will disappear in the future.
The big gray ball of the aborigines wrapped in the old ghost keeps rolling forward on the ground, and the outer layer of the aborigines will soon be cut by the ground. Once they can't bear it, some aborigines will fall off the big ball , There will be new aborigines rushing out of the black mist to fill in.
Ning Gu didn't know how the old ghost managed to achieve such a close relationship with these aborigines.
And his address to the aborigines as "little friend" also reveals a strange sense of intimacy.
"There are cracks in front, be careful." Crazy Uncle confessed on Ning Gu's back.
Lian Chuan could see the electric light soaring into the sky in the distance, and this crack should be the biggest one he encountered all the way from Tongwan.
After running closer, you can find that this crack can be called a canyon compared to the previous crack.
Ning Gu glanced at Lian Chuan, this width, even if there is no electric light, I am afraid that Lian Chuan's skill may not be able to jump across it.
"Huh?" Lian Chuan caught his gaze.
"Can you jump over?" Ning Gu asked.
"It's about the same for a person," Lian Chuan said. "In the past, there will be a skeleton left. Jiuyi is happy, and can directly use it for modification."
Ning Gu laughed and said after a while: "It will be much more interesting if you are not a hyena."
"How did you get there?" Lian Chuan didn't answer his words, and glanced at Uncle Crazy.
"The aborigines built a bridge over there where the electric light is lower," said the crazy uncle, "you can climb over there. The crack is too long, and neither side knows where the head is."
The aborigines seem to have strong adaptability. Travelers will immediately turn into black ash when they encounter the electric light. A bridge made of iron piles.
The bridge is made of large pieces of black iron from both sides of the crack, continuously sloping towards the middle, and finally closes at the top. Although the slopes up and down are very steep, it is still strong. Even with the crazy uncle on his back, Ning Gu can climb over it easily .
But when he climbed to the top of the bridge, Ning Gu felt faintly worried.
This crack stretched all the way, no one could see where it came from, and where it went, as if it had split the ghost town into two.
Now the aborigines have found this place where the lightning is not high enough to build a bridge, but if the lightning changes, the bridge here will be submerged immediately.
If there's any way to escape it's on the other side of the lightning...
The old ghost and the aborigines placed the travelers in the basement in a huge shallow pit on the other side of the crack, and the bottom of the pit was neatly lined up.
When Ning Gu saw those people, he straightened his back immediately, and the crazy uncle slid off his back. The next second, he had already rushed into the shallow pit, jumped on each traveler, and started looking for nails.
"Nails!" he shouted, "you said the nails were here, old madman!"
"Innermost," the crazy uncle sat down on the ground, "the innermost row."
"Nail!" Ning Gu rushed from the rows of travelers to the innermost row, then knelt on the ground and did not move.
"Can they still wake up?" Lian Chuan glanced at Ning Gu's back, squatted beside the crazy uncle and asked.
"No," Uncle Crazy said, "They are already experimental materials."
"How can you maintain the state of the material without eating or drinking?" Lian Chuan asked again.
Crazy Uncle glanced at him: "They are different from those empty shells on the border. Their consciousness is controlled, and they stop at that second forever. They don't need to eat or drink at that second."
Lian Chuan didn't speak, but turned to look at Ning Gu.
"I guess," said Crazy Uncle, "I'm not sure...but..."
"But this kind of control is Qi Hang's ability," Lian Chuan said, "They have fragments, so it's not impossible."
"Yes." Crazy Uncle said.
"Ningu can save them." Lian Chuan stood up and walked over there.
"The fragments are only on him," the crazy uncle said behind him, "he may not be able to use these abilities."
"While in the basement," Lian Chuan looked back at the crazy uncle, "did you want to say, 'You finally merged'?"
"A person like you," Crazy Uncle was a little surprised, but quickly smiled again, "How could you hang out with a fool like us Ning Gu?"
"You live alone and don't get in touch with others, so why do you always let him find you?" Lian Chuan asked back.
"I won't talk to you anymore," Crazy Uncle lay down on the ground, "it's easier to talk to Ning Gu."
"He will ask you later, why do you look the same as Fan Lu," Lian Chuan said, "How do you answer it?"
The crazy uncle covered his ears.
Lian Chuan passed between the travelers and walked behind Ning Gu.
Ning Gu was still kneeling on the ground, his whole body was shaking.
The one lying in front of him should be Nail, a young man who looks thinner than Ninggu.
"Tell me," Ning Gu's voice was trembling, "When the leader made the nail like this, did they know that he was a nail?"
Lian Chuan didn't speak, squatted beside him, and pulled the clothes on Nail's body.
"Tail hangs out with me every day, we fight together, grab things together, and get sued together," Ning Gu said hoarsely, "It's impossible for the leader not to know him, right?"
Lian Chuan remained silent, took the nail hand, pushed up his sleeve and watched.
"He made my best friend, the good friend I grew up with, into material." Ning Gu's tears slid down, blown by the strong wind, and landed on the back of Lian Chuan's hand.
"When the leader found the nail," Lian Chuan said, holding the nail's head in his hand and turning around, "the nail has already been attacked by the aborigines."
"What?" Ning Gu was stunned.
"Here," Lian Chuan pointed to a dark blue mark on the side of Nail's neck, "and this is not the kind of aboriginal with the old ghost..."
Lian Chuan took Nail's hand again and pushed the sleeve up. There were also two such marks on Nail's wrist: "This is what the old ghost said, those aborigines who were infected."
Ning Gu almost lay down on the ground, staring at the dark blue marks on Nail's body: "You mean..."
"If the leader doesn't let him stay in this state," Lian Chuan said, "he's already dead."
"Are you lying to me?" Ning Gu suddenly turned his head to look at him, "Are you afraid that I will cause trouble for the leader? Are you afraid that I will cause you some trouble?"
"Go through what I said in your head." Lian Chuan said. "
Ning Gu stared at him.
"I'm not afraid of getting into trouble," Lian Chuan said. "I can handle any trouble."
Ning Gu still stared at him and didn't speak.
"Go through it once," Lian Chuan stood up, turned and walked towards the edge of the pit, "It's okay to go through it ten times."
The old ghost's ball rolled to Uncle Crazy, and the aborigines on the ball were disintegrating, jumping off the ball one by one, hiding in the surrounding black mist.
After all the aborigines left, the old ghost sat on the ground, with black wounds clearly visible on his body.
"How long will it take for the injuries caused by Betelgeuse to recover?" The old ghost looked at Lian Chuan.
"A few days," Lian Chuan said, "doesn't affect the action."
"What do you mean?" the old ghost asked.
Lian Chuan didn't make a sound, and pulled his sleeve away, revealing a black wound on his arm.
The old ghost was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, the broken laughter was blown far away in the wind, and finally sighed: "As expected of Betelgeuse."
It took a long time for Ning Gu to move, he carried the nail out of the shallow pit, put it on the edge of the pit, and put the goggles with red edges on his face.
Then he walked in front of Lian Chuan: "You come."
Lian Chuan looked at him, but he didn't look at Lian Chuan, turned around and walked aside.
Lian Chuan followed.
"I can't say it in front of them," Ning Gu turned to look at him, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Lian Chuan said.
"I was in a hurry, I shouldn't have said those words," Ning Gu frowned, "You've helped me so much, and I said those... It's too much."
"It's okay." Lian Chuan said.
"Can you say something else?" Ning Gu frowned, "You're embarrassing me..."
"Well," Lian Chuan was silent for a few seconds, "Did you think about those few words for so long before you understood them?"
Ning Gu opened his mouth.
Lian Chuan looked at him.
"There's no need to say anything else," Ning Gu turned his head, "I'm afraid that I'll break you in a sudden burst of power."
Lian Chuan smiled.
Ning Gu suddenly turned his head and stared at him.
This smile is quite restrained, only the right corner of the mouth is raised.
But Lian Chuan's whole feeling changed because of this inconspicuous smile.
Lian Chuan, who would give people a sense of distance even when joking with others, suddenly withdrew his edge in this smile.
Although the smile disappeared in the next second, he returned to his usual indifference.
"Crazy Uncle, is there anything to eat?" Ning Gu walked to the side of Crazy Uncle.
"Yes," Uncle Crazy looked at him, then at Lian Chuan, "Do you both want to eat?"
"Don't eat." Lian Chuan said.
"He eats." Ning Gu spoke at the same time as him.
Crazy Uncle sighed, got up slowly, walked to the edge of the shallow pit, and moved a few small pieces of black iron away, revealing a hole underneath, and he took out a backpack from the hole.
"Why do you hide things like a land king?" Ning Gu followed.
"Sit over there." Crazy Uncle quickly hugged Bao.
"Did I snatch your stuff?" Ning Gu said.
"In the past." Crazy Uncle said.
"Okay, okay," Ning Gu turned around and went back to sit next to Lian Chuan, "Don't look at your stuff, there are a lot of good things, not in the ghost town, not in the main city, not in Lost Valley. "
The crazy uncle ignored him, took out two small bags from the bag, put the bag back into the pit, and pressed it with black iron.
"What tea..." Ning Gu said, "Tea, tea."
Crazy Uncle glanced at him, and handed the two small bags to Lian Chuan's hand: "I'll give you all!"
Lian Chuan took the bag: "I'll give it to him."
"I know!" Crazy Uncle said, "I just don't want to give it to him."
Ning Gu laughed: "Just like a child."
"Old and young," the crazy uncle sat down, "you look like a child when you get old."
Ning Gu took a bag of food from Lian Chuan and stuffed it into his mouth in a few mouthfuls.
"What does he and the aborigines eat?" He glanced at the old ghost.
"The aborigines can forge things from black iron, and they can eat them," said the crazy uncle. "The old ghosts can also eat them when they are fused."
"What can be smelted?" Ning Gu thought for a while. When the shelter builds something that needs a strong structure, it will use high temperature to treat black iron, and there will be a pile of mushy things left. "That thing can be eaten?"
"They can eat." Crazy Uncle said.
"What are they?" Ning Gu couldn't imagine.
The old ghost turned his head.
Ning Gu looked at him.
"It's a person." The old ghost said.
When Ning Gu heard the old ghost utter these two words in a voice that seemed to have deep scratches, he felt the hairs on his back stand on end.
"People who survived in the world of the previous generation." The old ghost said.
"Doubtful." Crazy Uncle added.
"People from the previous generation...is that so?" Ning Gu turned to look at Lian Chuan in shock.
"It became like this in order to survive," said the old ghost, "survival of the fittest."
Ning Gu finally understood where the leader and the others disagreed.
The old ghost and Lin Fan believed that the collapse was not a dead end. After the destruction, there were still people who could adapt and survive, like these aborigines. The leader and Li Xiang believed that there was an exit, and there could be another new world.
It may also be a reluctance to live like the aborigines.
"Is that so?" Ning Gu asked Uncle Crazy.
"Why do you keep staring at me and asking?" Crazy Uncle said, "Why should I know."
"You are a prophet," Ning Gu looked at him. "You look exactly like Fan Lu. You have something that only exists in legends. You ran away early. You didn't choose to find the exit with the team leader Li Xiang." , you chose to be with the aborigines in question."
"I chose to save those materials." Crazy Uncle said.
"Then there are still the previous problems." Ning Gu said.
The crazy uncle didn't speak, but also looked at him.
It has to be said that Ning Gu has never seen Uncle Crazy so clearly, without his full beard, Uncle Crazy doesn't even look like an old lunatic anymore.
"I can't remember," the crazy uncle said, "I sometimes dream, I feel like a screw that has come off when a huge carousel is running, it falls here for a while, and rolls there for a while, as if I saw a lot , but don't know anything."
"What is a revolving lantern?" Ning Gu asked.
"You really are..." Crazy Uncle laughed, "It's so strange every time you focus on the key points."
"What is a revolving lantern?" Lian Chuan asked again.
"Isn't there such a thing?" Crazy Uncle thought for a while, then sighed, "I wish I had a pen, I can draw it for you."
"Forget it," Ning Gu said, "What you draw is not as good as what you say."
Uncle Crazy's painting is indeed not good, but Ning Gu didn't expect that what he said was nothing more than that.
Anyway, after listening to it for a long time, he could only roughly understand that the revolving lantern is just a painting in circles.
But every painting is a world.
"Turn and turn, I guess that's how it goes," Crazy Uncle raised a finger and drew a circle in the air, "Turn and turn, where did it start, I don't know, where does it end, I don't know..."
Ning Gu looked at him.
Crazy Uncle always speaks like this, he can't tell the truth, because it's too empty to judge.
"Who is holding the revolving lantern?" Lian Chuan asked suddenly.
"Who is turning?" Lian Chuan asked again.
"I don't know," said Crazy Uncle, "but broken things always have to be repaired, and I'm tired too, so I just want to stay here and end."
Ning Gu took a look at the place where the crazy uncle hid his bag.
When the bag was taken out, it was empty with nothing in it.
Lian Chuan looked at Uncle Crazy.
I don't know why I suddenly remembered the BUG.
The cleaning team has done countless routine tasks to clean up bugs.
People who shouldn't be there.
He never thought about who these people were, and what the Internal Defense Department, which assigned the mission, judged the mission target based on.
Is it... the administrator's judgment
"What are you thinking?" Ning Gu asked.
"I don't know yet," Lian Chuan looked at him. "What we think now is based on 'what we hear is the truth'. If it is all false, all thinking will be meaningless."
true and false.
It seems to have become chaotic, and everything has lost its basis.
All cognition began to be eroded bit by bit after the collapse.
Lian Chuan never cared about "who am I", but at this moment he suddenly remembered what Ning Gu said.
But where does the wind come from? Where did it blow to
then what are we? why are we here What are we going to do