bee
Anyone who has raised bees should know that a single bee can exhibit complex behaviors. It can have memory, complex navigation and coordination abilities, can show stress-like depression or fear, and can even dream.
But the bee's own nervous system is not sufficient to support the birth of individual consciousness.
They are driven by group consciousness and controlled by the king's hormones, functioning as thoughtless fleshy parts.
The intense pollution from the mice destroyed the infant's sanity at birth. If nothing else had happened, the infant's self-awareness would probably have been as weak and blank as that of a bee.
I think I misunderstood one thing before. The weakness, blindness and stupidity I experienced when I was still Blue may not be an isolated case, but the norm for every "Blue Star" Holy Infant in pollution.
From this point of view, it was a terrible luck that I was hunted by the sentry box by chance, and was given the enlightenment of wisdom to regain my sanity, so that I had been chased by the crazy knowledge of weird stories like a hunter chasing a deer.
It's so hard to remain a "human" and not something else.
Now thinking back, I have seen the insect fog in the underground palace of the moving rats. People's bodies are mixed into one in the projection of the cave, but they are still independent existences. Therefore, they still retain a weak self in the confusion and are still judged as "people" by the moving rats.
I have also seen pseudo-people controlled by the prophet, who possess false self-awareness and bodies for their own use. They are like moths to a flame, eager to prove their own existence, but in essence they are just empty shells. All expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are just cold mimicry of predatory organs before chewing.
The definition of "human" has been distorted and polluted by ghost stories, presenting an extremely bizarre and irrational view.
At this moment, as my speculation deepens, I have to admit that the failed Holy Infants, because of their strong polluting and destructive power, will tilt from "human" to the unknown, and this deflection is almost irreversible.
Neither the insect fog nor the pseudo-human's heavenly clothes were enough to save this deviation.
In order to maintain their last bottom line as "human beings", all the Zhang family's corpse-buries can do is devote themselves to increase their concentration as "human beings".
Just like pouring clean water into a small pool of dirty water, if the amount of clean water is sufficient, it may be able to purify and cleanse it to a certain extent, so that the deformation of the Holy Infant is stuck on the edge of the dangerous red line but not completely cross it.
As a result, the Holy Infant turned into a foolish and blind bee, and the man who buried the corpse donated his brain to become the "king". Only then could this pile of flesh and blood constantly and self-consistently simulate the original posture of a human being.
"But why did it have to be Nian Huairen in the end?"
I asked, "And why are there two Nian Huairen? The one in the closet is Nian Huairen, and the big guy who walked out from behind the old house is also Nian Huairen. So where is the Zhang family's burial person who handled this matter?"
After a moment of silence, the person on my back sighed, raised his hand and tapped my forehead, then smiled helplessly:
"Ranzi, you ask so many questions. Shouldn't you tell me the whole story first? I'm not a universal reading machine."
His voice was still very weak, and I suspected that he might faint again at any time. But after hearing the familiar tone of voice, I recognized that this unlucky brother I had been carrying for so long was Zhang Tianyi.
I was delighted, "Brother, you woke up? Where's my brother?"
"I was too desperate when I was beating that big guy, and I fainted." Zhang Tianyi groaned and moved, trying to get off my back and walk on his own, but I stopped him speechlessly. He sighed and laughed, "That unlucky kid, I left him in our van, he must be sleeping drooling now."
As he said that, he actually hit me with a chestnut, which made me shrink my neck. He scolded me angrily, "You have no conscience. Brother brother only knows how to ask Sanyi. Let him come to rescue you next time."
I felt very wronged, thinking that I still had a concussion, and I should not turn around and be knocked down by my own people. Besides, he was still breathing, so why should I ask him in front of him? I didn't even care about the little fat cat that followed me closely. What did Dongzai say?
It can be seen that cats are better.
I muttered that I might be beaten again, but I thought that he was injured after all, so I just let him go. I said to this master, please be patient, let me tell you all the great discoveries in the house. Don't say I'm not righteous, if you woke up five seconds later, I would have burst into tears, I'm still very sad, okay?
I don't know how much this guy believed, but I was very confident and quickly shared all the relevant clues in the file with him. Then I mentioned my speculation about Pingping's whereabouts, and then talked about the various situations involving Nian Huairen.
Zhang Tianyi was very quiet when he heard this. If he hadn't responded occasionally, I would have thought he was in shock.
After I finished telling you about what happened in the thick fog, my mouth was dry and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I asked worriedly, "Hey, you didn't cry, did you? Don't get too excited. Since you're a wounded soldier, I'll allow you to wipe your tears secretly and I can pretend I didn't see it."
But I heard silence. My heart sank. I touched his forehead with my backhand and found that it was burning hot. It seemed that he relaxed after listening to it and fell asleep completely. I stood there for two seconds, feeling a little uncomfortable and a little sad for no reason.
The scene I had originally envisioned was that our family would be reunited and sit down, and I would tell them the news about Pingping, and everyone would cry with joy and relief, and then we would hold a small family meeting to urgently discuss whether there was any way to bring her home.
Why does it feel like the end of one's life, so creepy and a bit too desolate?
I couldn't help but feel a little resentful, thinking that he shouldn't have come to the old house to look for me. I was fine and could have walked out on my own. Now one of them was seriously injured and the other was said to be lying in the van. How could they be so miserable?
Fortunately, Zhang Tianyi is different from others. After he goes out, he will disappear for a while and recover as a wanderer. Anyway, it is God who takes care of his life, which is better than doctors. It is not my turn to worry about it.
Even though I thought so, I still felt anxious for no reason and didn’t know what I was afraid of.
Logically speaking, the big guy in the fog has been dealt with. Although Nian Huairen is evil, he won't bite anyone. Although my two brothers are unconscious, their lives are not in danger. Even the cat is following me well. Isn't the situation bright now?
No, fog.
I suddenly started sweating. Why had the fog not dispersed yet? And why was Nian Huairen, who was not far behind me, so quiet?
I don't know when the fog around me reached a very strange density and became colder and colder. I had just walked into the living room, but the visibility around me was already lower than outside. Even the cold firework stick in my hand, which had been extinguished, was a little vague. It felt real in my hand, but it almost disappeared from my sight.
Dongzai also sensed something unusual and cried out softly with some fear.
I suppressed my anxiety, stretched out my hands to the ground, and called Dongzi to come to my arms. I pulled up my coat, and the little fat cat was tucked into my clothes tightly, bringing a little warmth from my body temperature. I felt that Dongzi seemed to be shivering unconsciously. After a while, he buried his face in my arms and cried softly again.
At this moment, everything became hazy and silent, with only the tortuous cries of the kitten echoing back and forth in the living room. I inexplicably felt a little scared, as if I had come to a den of ghosts, sitting on a cold pot, waiting to be cooked in the extreme cold.
No, go, go quickly, we can’t stay any longer.
I felt back and made sure that Zhang Tianyi's chest was still rising and falling slightly. I immediately carried him on my back and walked quickly into the invisible fog ahead. If I hadn't been afraid of bumping into the furniture in the living room, I would have almost run wildly.
Five steps, ten steps, twenty steps. The old house was not big. I held on to the wall and found a direction. I soon touched the kitchen door frame. Then my hand felt cold and I touched the half-open iron door of the old house, and then I touched the brass door handle.
When we got there, I instantly breathed a sigh of relief. My god, I said a shabby living room is not a maze, how can it be so difficult to walk through. I walked back and forth twice and was very familiar with the road after going out. It was not difficult to carry Zhang Tianyi back to the van.
I habitually confirmed that the cat was in my arms, touched Zhang Tianyi's face, confirmed his breath again, and whispered, "Let's go, hold on."
Just as I was about to step out of the room, for some reason, Dongzai called out to me again, and the voice was extremely sad.
What are you waiting for? Run out first. I thought to myself, wondering why I was still thinking about this and that, but my body honestly stopped and didn't take another step forward.
I didn't know what I was doing. I shook the person on my back. I was a little obsessed and asked stubbornly:
"Hey, so why are there two Nian Huairen?"
For some reason, I remembered the words that Sanyi had carved under the bed. I felt like I was scratching a hundred cats. I felt like I was going to die if I didn't understand it clearly. I just stood there on the threshold of the iron door, looking down and wondering if there was any other meaning that I didn't understand.
...I remember Zhang Tianyi told me to relax a little, to chase the answer to the mystery, not to have too many concerns, and not to worry about sacrificing him.
With strange and cruel thoughts in my mind, I began to think slowly and did not rush to take the dying person on my back out of the door.
After a while, maybe my nose was a little itchy, I subconsciously touched my face, and was stunned for a moment, realizing that I seemed to have been bleeding from the nose.
It's been a long time since I had a stress reaction. I used to have it when I was overthinking and overexerting myself, and my brain was about to burn out. I wiped the blood from my nose, but it didn't stop. I felt a stream of hot liquid dripping down the back of my hand, and I felt a little unsteady and swayed.
It's strange. I just carried someone on my back and thought about some small details. They weren't too difficult when added up, so there shouldn't be such a big reaction.
Wondering, I was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched my face carefully, then, as if looking for something to do, I touched Zhang Tianyi behind me.
I had a very strange feeling, as if while I was checking Zhang Tianyi's breath and heartbeat, I was actually touching my own face repeatedly in a trance.
The person on my back seemed to have no face. I didn't touch anything, so I started to deceive myself.
What on earth am I carrying?
"Donkey, bite me." I whispered, and stretched out my hand to the cat in my arms. The little fat cat shivered, and bit my tiger's mouth with grievance.
The slight pain was fleeting, and I didn't feel any change. I took a deep breath, held onto the iron door of the old house, and took a firm step back.
"I have a bad feeling," I said to Dongzai, "I may have been tricked again. What I'm carrying now is actually Nian Huairen's dried corpse. I'm trying to take it away from the Nian family's old house."
Dongzai whimpered.
I smiled, stroked the cat's chubby face, absorbed some of its heat, and gently said:
"Listen to me, if my idea is right, then Zhang Tianyi might still be in the room now, and I don't know when he was replaced. Or maybe he is still fighting something in the fog. From the beginning of the conversation, I was just talking to myself in delirium again."
"My cognition is completely distorted now. I can't take the risk of leaving. If I take Nian Huairen out of this house, it may lead to irreversible consequences. I need you to help me confirm where my brother is and ask him to find a way to take us out."
"—Do you understand?"
The little tabby cat cried out, trembled for a moment, mustered up the courage to get out of my arms, and jumped back to the ground. I could feel the little fat cat looking at me with some reluctance, and immediately ran into the depths of the fog without looking back.
In the increasingly thick fog, even the sound of the cat's footsteps could no longer be heard. Although I was in a small old house, I felt that the surroundings were extremely empty and the sense of distance was completely eliminated at this moment.
"... Two, one, me." I thought about Sanyi's words and said to the silent person on my back with a very sincere attitude, "Is there a possibility that you are not Nian Huairen, but the Zhang family's corpse buryer who volunteered to pay the price. It's just that for some reason, after you sacrificed yourself, even your own consciousness was shattered by the pollution of the Holy Infant. So that some confusion and misunderstanding occurred later."
The answer to this question may only be fully understood after I get out of this predicament.
However, Sanyi's engraving still gave me inspiration, and reminded me of the several times when there was light. It seemed that I saw "Nian Huairen" first, and had some detailed understanding and imagination of his image and condition, and then I saw the other party's inhuman facial outline.
Including the thing in the fog, it was just quietly stagnating behind the door. It was only when I suddenly realized that the door was open that it came out to hunt me, and gradually revealed its huge body like a black umbilical cord as I ran desperately. Before that, Nian Huairen was just an ordinary silhouette standing under the street light.
...Why did Sanyi light up his lighter and get so close to Nian Huairen under the streetlight? Why did Zhang Tianyi immediately turn off the streetlight and the lights in the old house after discovering my misfortune, extinguishing the light and preventing me from observing? Why did I actually witness three completely different "Nian Huairen" in different scenes before and after?
My heart beat faster, and a clearer voice said: Because the people who are observing "Nian Huairen" are changing their perception of it.
Originally, the only thing that dominated the definition of "Nian Huairen" was the brain, a "king" who devoted himself, and the holy child here could be self-consistent.
However, not long ago, Sanyi and I, as new observers, suddenly appeared in this stupid bee colony that was as stagnant as stagnant water.
In the evening breeze, along with this sudden realization, a snicker suddenly escaped from my mouth, and the thing on my back completely slipped off, getting rid of the original harmless form of a mummy, and a long and grotesque ghostly shadow protruded in the thick fog.
It lowered its head in the mist and slowly approached me, making tiny fluttering sounds on its body, as if it was growing wildly in the thick fog.
I was completely unable to imagine what it looked like. My mind was warning me to stop thinking, lest the thing in front of me completely lost control and turned into a monster, but my subconscious was active and there was no way to restrain it. A burst of heat came from the darkness, as if something was right in front of me, almost touching my facial bones.
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