I don't know how much time passed, the voice in my ears and the feeling of drowning finally gradually disappeared, and Ke Xun fell to the ground exhausted, panting heavily.
- "Someone fell into the water - come on someone - help - someone fell into the water!"
Suddenly, an exclamation sounded again in the icy endless darkness, the sound of water, the crash of ice, and the exclamations of people, all swarmed.
"—Save people!" The familiar voice in front of him shouted again, and the sound of footsteps rushed towards the distance.
Ke Xun was stunned for a moment, and what followed was endless anger, pain, torment, and sadness that expanded exponentially and rolled over—
"The one who saves! The one who saves - sinks! He sinks!"
"He can't save people! He can't... save people... save people is dead..."
"Xiao Xun... Dad is very uncomfortable... The water choked into the lungs, it hurts... Do you remember what it was like when you saw Dad being salvaged from the water? In the nose, in the mouth, in the ears , it's all mud... Dad is so miserable... When Dad was struggling in the water, I wished that someone could save me... But no... Dad feels so lonely... "
Ke Xun desperately covered his head, a hoarse cry that could no longer be suppressed in his throat.
He never wanted to think back to the last time he saw his father with his own eyes. He lay on the cold mud by the river, the expression on his face was still the pain of his death, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his eyes were chaotic. , never see the world he was familiar with, never see all his relatives, never see the silly son who was crying beside him.
It was the memory that he had hidden deep in his heart and could not be recalled or touched. But now, the cruel and vicious illusion is repeating, repeating, and repeating that memory again and again, constantly in the father's first Switching back and forth between the point of view and his first point of view, the two people's most painful memories and skin-to-skin feelings were alternately imposed on Ke Xun's body, cruelly torturing him.
That memory once made Ke Xun suffer day and night, made him suffer from mild depression, and even had thoughts of suicide.
It took him a long time and exhausted all his willpower to finally get out of the darkness and return to the light.
But this illusion, at this moment, is reproducing his darkest moment, trying to pull him back to the abyss of depression, forcing him to collapse again to the point of no salvation...
Ke Xun fell to the ground, curled up fiercely, the repeated vision still piercing the death of his loved one into his soul over and over again.
Until Ke Xun couldn't help but have a thought in the wailing like a beast: Since the rest of his life is so painful, why should he live alone? …
"Xiao Xun... Let's go with Daddy, from now on you won't be in such pain again... Son, dear boy of Daddy... Come on, come, you just need to move forward, all this will be relieved... Come... just need, move a little..."
Ke Xun tiredly loosened his arms that were clasping his body, and slowly stretched out his hand toward the void.
He held the mobile phone in his hand, and pressed his fingertips on the slightly convex pattern of the mobile phone case. It was a string of squiggly English characters, which read:
Corgi and Mooney.
…
The morning light of dawn spilled into the central hall, Mu Yi opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was his companion who had fallen all over the floor.
Last night's illusion was based on the theme of "sorrow" in the Seven Emotions. Compared with the previous nights, the psychological and spiritual impact of this night's illusion on Mu Yiran was probably the smallest. He even took a nap - not even the vision could wake him.
Before entering the painting, Mu Yiran's life can be said to be relatively lucky. He has a complete and normal family. His family is open-minded and accessible, and his life is peaceful and smooth. Even after he entered the business world, he was less troubled by his ties to art.
Therefore, emotions such as "sorrow" rarely appeared in his past life, and naturally they could not cause too much lethality.
But obviously his buddies were not as lucky as him, and they slumped to the ground, their faces multiplied with exhaustion and depression.
Sadness is no greater than death of the heart. It can be seen that "sorrow" is more likely to destroy a person's spirit than the previous emotions.
Chen Xinai's "disappearance" confirmed this.
The rest of the people sat up one after another, and gradually got rid of the emotional influence of last night. With the happiness of the rest of their lives on their faces, Shao Ling got up and went to open the door to let the humid sea breeze blow in. Qin Ci pinched it. Eyebrows, for him who has lost his lover, last night must have been bad.
Zhu Haowen calmly counted the number of people in the house. Wei Dong and Luo Meng each shrank their heads and wiped the tears from their faces with their sleeves.
Ke Xun curled up in the corner, holding his head tightly in his arms, motionless.
Mu Yiran strode over, crouched down beside him, stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, and called to him softly, "Ke Xun?"
Ke Xun quickly raised his head to look at him, with a lazy smile on his face: "Good morning."
The voice was hoarse.
Mu Yiran looked at the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, stretched out his arms and hugged him into his arms. Ke Xun was held by him and remained silent.
Until Shao Ling came over, he said solemnly, "Fang Fei... is gone."
Ke Xun heard the sound and was about to sit up straight, but Mu Yiran stroked the back of his head with his hand before letting go. Mu Yiran took the bamboo slips handed by Shao Ling, unfolded it and took a closer look with Ke Xun. .
"This is the information Fang Fei left on the ground," Shao Ling said, with a strange tone, "It may surprise you."
Mu Yiran's eyes fell on the bamboo slip, but saw a symbol painted on it, which was one of the symbols that he and Fang Fei agreed on yesterday to represent different meanings.
It seems that it is precisely because the meaning represented by this symbol is too unexpected. In order to prevent everyone from doubting whether she drew it wrongly, Fang Fei deliberately drew this symbol in a correct and abnormal standard, which reminds people of other symbols. nothing.
This symbol is a standard "√".
It means that what Fang Fei saw after lighting the rhino horn last night was a real chicken.
"...Why?" Qin Ci, who came to see the bamboo slips together, said it was difficult to understand.
Why does a chicken appear on a lonely boat in the vast sea? Even a duck is more common sense than a chicken.
Even in the world in the painting, the plot setting always conforms to common sense and logic, unless the theme of the painting itself is absurd and bizarre.
However, "The Burning Rhinoceros at Sea" is a serious ancient painting, and it is unlikely that such a routine error will occur.
"Could it be that they brought live chickens on board when they went to sea?" Wei Dong, who also came over, guessed.
"It's not difficult to understand," Luo Yao said beside him, "on a long trip at sea, if you bring raw and cooked meat, it is easy to spoil, so it is better to bring live chickens and ducks, and sail while raising them, and kill them when you eat them. "
"Let's not say that we didn't see any other live animals on this boat," Zhu Haowen said, "Just to say that this chicken was only seen after the rhino horn was lit, this proves that this chicken is definitely not an ordinary chicken. chicken."
"Then where did it come from? It flew over from the shore?" Wei Dong thought it was too funny, "How can a chicken fly so far? The painter of this painting is too unskilled."
"No matter how bizarre and unbelievable the clues are," Shao Ling said, "since it's already clear that it's a 'chicken', then we can only consider this point. Are you going to take a break or start focusing now? Discuss clues?"
"Let's rest first." It was Mu Yiran who spoke, one hand was always on Ke Xun's back and he didn't take it away.
"Okay," Shao Ling nodded, "It was really sad last night."
Everyone was about to get up and go their separate ways when they heard Ke Xun say, "Where's Fang Fei's bow and arrow?"
"Damn - what's wrong with your throat?!" Wei Dong was shocked when he heard the sound, and stared at Ke Xun first.
"Maybe it's a change of voice during adolescence," Ke Xun said.
Wei Dong: "… "
"Brother, I have throat gum here..." Luo Yu said, groping on his body.
Ke Xun ignored him for the time being, and walked out the door with Mu Yiran. On the empty deck, he saw the bow that Ke Xun handed to Fang Fei yesterday, with a few arrows falling beside it.
"Few arrows." Ke Xun said hoarsely, "There are only four on the ground. I gave her five yesterday."
"Over there." Mu Yiran pointed to the front of the deck, and saw a fifth arrow nailed to the side of the ship, and a long feather was nailed where the tip of the arrow was embedded in the side of the ship.
A few people walked over quickly, and Ke Xun pulled out the arrow and held the feather in his hand for everyone to see.
"What an amazing girl." Qin Ci said softly.
It is very obvious that after seeing the strange chicken last night, Fang Fei not only did not flinch from fear, but even dared to raise a bow to attack it.
It's a pity that she didn't hit the chicken's body, but only one of its feathers.
"Is this the hair on that chicken?" Wei Dong compared the length of the feathers with his hand, "What kind of chicken hair can grow so long?!"
"The pheasant, or in other words, the pheasant." Shao Ling said.
Even for a pheasant, it is still an incredible and bizarre thing to appear at sea. Everyone looked at each other in dismay, but Mu Yiran stared at the long feather on Ke Xun's hand and fell into thought.
Ke Xun didn't bother him, turned his head and looked at the boundless sea beside him.
In the early morning, the sea was dense with humidity, and a gray mist was transpiring in the distance, making the world seem illusory.
Ke Xun was in a trance when suddenly he heard Luo Xun's voice beside him: "I'm going... How come my throat gum has become so bad? What the hell is this?"
Turning his head to look, he saw that Luo Yao was holding a few brown-yellow things that looked like the stems of dried fruits and dried flowers.
"It's degraded," Wei Dong also glanced here. "The things outside the painting have entered the painting. If the painting is old, these things will degenerate into things that match the era in the painting. Once I entered the painting. I brought chocolate in the front, and after entering the painting, the chocolate was degraded and transformed into cheese because it did not conform to the age and social background.”
"That chewing gum should also be sugar when it's degraded," Luo Meng looked at the unsightly colored object on his hand, "What the hell are these things?"
Qin Ci walked closer and took a few glances, picked one of them, took one of them, took a closer look and smelled it, and then said clearly: "This is the dried flower of cloves, no wonder - cloves were used by ancients to remove bad breath. It's also called the gum of the ancients, so it's not surprising that your gum degenerates into this stuff."
"It turns out that this is a degraded version of chewing gum," Luo Meng picked up a dried clove flower and threw it into his mouth without any particular attention. Qin Ci didn't have time to stop it, "Hush—it's unpalatable! Spicy and tongue piercing, "Luo Meng frowned and spat out the flower again, "It's better to have something that has evolved for thousands of years..."
"Evolution, a thousand years..." Mu Yiran suddenly said in deep thought, raised Shen Che's eyes, and looked at everyone, "I think, I already know what that chicken is."