Draw Me (Part 1)
As the quarrying map emerged, more questions came to my mind.
What do the three layers of paintings before me mean? Whether it is the mandrill looking at the moon or the gutless miner, why is it these contents and not others?
Who sealed the bottom of the mine with cement? Can this simple physical waterproofing prevent the infection between different layers and prevent the characters on the canvas from falling layer by layer? What was the purpose of the person who did this? How did he know that this was effective? Where is he now?
What exactly happened at the mining site back then?
These did not become clearer because I had a glimpse of the prophet's essence, but instead brought me deeper confusion.
I suddenly had a deep suspicion. How did the Nian family discover the stone forest? They took away some of the dark blue edges of the stone forest to repair the underground palace, but they were lucky enough not to encounter the prophet from beginning to end, nor did they encounter any accidents, and they did not leave any traces or images in the quarrying map. Does this make sense?
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that there was no solution to the situation.
Because even if we know the basic structure of the prophet, the practical problems of how to escape from the predicament and how to establish connections with the boss and Sanyi have not been solved.
This contradictory feeling of seemingly gaining a lot but actually getting nothing out of it made me feel so uncomfortable that I almost wanted to vomit blood. I always felt as if the heavens were deliberately fooling me and making fun of me.
Thinking back on the experiences along the way, an indescribable feeling of strangeness came over me.
It may sound a bit narcissistic to say this, but from my perspective, the prophet is really like a painting that is displaying its own information to me as the viewer. It is honest, timely, and even fully answers all the questions.
And just by chance, the information given was closely related to me or the people around me, so that I had enough rich and accurate previous experience to associate and verify, so that I could smoothly understand what happened. When my guesses at a certain stage were wrong, there was often new information to correct me, and after overturning the guesses, I was immediately given a perfect new answer, which put me back on track.
It seems feasible to explain it simply as a dramatic coincidence, but it's really too strange.
I stood there for a while, and then I shivered for no reason and felt a little cold.
Something is wrong. Something must be wrong.
In past experience, ghost stories are always like flowers in the fog. Finding their regular structure means much safety.
But facing the prophet's quarrying map, I felt as if I was being urged to understand the truth. Too many changes appeared in front of us, and it seemed dangerous, but it never really hurt me. Instead, it gave me "one in a million good opportunities" time and time again, allowing me to escape danger and get more answers.
How should I put it…it seems so harmless.
No, it's pretty harmless to me.
In contrast, Wang Ping is at the other extreme. He is like a prop doll that was arranged to undergo tragic changes in front of my eyes, to attract my attention with his special identity, and to let me find a safe way to apply sand with his failed transformation.
Why? I don’t think that prophets, as a strange phenomenon, have human emotions and preferences, and it is even more impossible for them to treat an ordinary human being differently and give this person an explanation.
As an indifferent top predator, the prophet was already so weak and dying that he had only a strong and disordered predatory instinct left. So why did he respond to me so abnormally and almost affectionately? What else was interfering?
My hands were shaking a little and my heart was in a mess.
The story of Shi Lin and the Nian family, the story of the mine and the goddess, the life and death of Xu You and the pseudo-people who were almost hunted, and the inexplicable appearance of Wang Ping, a staff member of the Fog Hao Health Center.
Four things that were originally unrelated to each other happened here.
…Is there some key connection I haven’t thought of?
Just at this moment, the sound of the pseudo-people's discussion beside the wooden plank road interrupted my thoughts. It seemed that they had made more discoveries about the corpses that appeared out of thin air.
Almost at the same time, Xu Ping exclaimed, "What...is this?"
I was stunned and still didn't react. I rubbed my swollen temples and looked at it.
She had lifted the curtain of a tent and was looking inside, not knowing what she had discovered.
I was a little worried, so I told her not to act rashly. I called her twice but she didn't respond. Instead, she took two steps inside.
This action seemed wrong. I started to feel uneasy and shouted again. I was already sweating.
I saw her almost completely inside the tent, as if she was deeply fascinated by something. The zipper curtain door was half opened and hung down, hanging on her body. I don't know why, but I had a terrible imagination that the curtain door was like a huge mouth, biting Pingping's waist, waiting to swallow her completely.
no!
My scalp tingled, as if something terrible was about to happen, and I immediately shouted "No".
But in an instant, she had completely walked into the tent, her figure was hidden, and she seemed not to have heard my voice at all. The half-open curtain door had good light-blocking performance. From my angle, I only felt that the tent was pitch black, as if there was a silent demon lurking inside.
The next second, just as Pingping said she had heard before, there was a chuckle in the tent. The sound was extremely ghostly and could not be made by a human.
Just like that, the tent became quiet.
……what happened?
I was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly my whole body went cold. I had an inexplicable premonition that she would never come out again.
This sudden feeling of despair was so strong that my head buzzed and I ran towards the tent without thinking.
Two steps, three steps, five steps, ten steps, my pace slowed down.
strangeness.
My emotions were calling out to me to save her immediately and find out what was going on, but my body reacted in a way I didn't understand and kept me rooted to the spot.
Should I go rescue people?
A voice in my head asked almost coldly if I had been interrupted again.
But Pingping might be in danger in the tent.
The voice asked me again, why did Pingping go to the tent alone? Is she such a reckless person? Is there something wrong here?
I found myself unable to answer and sweat broke out on my forehead.
"You see, that's why you shouldn't go over there. She's already told you to stay here and wait." The voice continued, its tone almost relaxed, with a sense of indifference.
I suddenly felt angry. What a cowardly bullshit! But I froze immediately and got goosebumps all over my body.
Because that was not my inner voice, it was a real voice speaking in my ear, and that voice was very familiar.
I turned my head stiffly and slowly, and saw a head hanging in the air by its hair, with cloudy and bloodshot eyes and a pale face staring at me.
No, there's more than one head.
It was just like the most bizarre nightmare. I saw head after head hanging up. They were extremely shrunk and dried. The entire skull had shrunk a lot due to the wind drying, and the lower half of the face was almost empty, as if it had been cut off by something.
Even so, the head closest to me still spoke in a normal human voice, sneering:
"We don't know what this tent is. If the goddess likes it, just let her lead the way for us. Why are you in such a hurry? Wang Ping, do you really think you are a doctor? Don't forget that you just picked up your license from a pile of dead bodies! Do you really think that you can turn trash into a phoenix just by having the same name?"
I felt like I was filled with lead, and I didn't know if I was still breathing, but my mind told me that I had never seen this head before. Just a moment ago, Pingping was still feeling sad about his death.
Next came another human head, also without the lower half of the face, with only clumps of hair hanging down where the tongue should be.
It said: "What's wrong with me wearing it for a while! Just now she couldn't walk and I was the one carrying her. She was so light that she was just a bag of bones. I don't think it's magical. I think you are all trying to fool me, Brother Yongfu!"
Wang Ping's face looked worried, but his stiff facial muscles did not move at all. Only his creepy tone, like that of a living person, was still questioning:
"And what the hell is this place? Hey, what's going on here?"
I was unable to think anymore, and my eyes continued to move, and I saw Wang Yongfu’s head was among them.
The mountain people are here, and I am confused, wondering what is going on.
This conversation was so natural, like a funny and bloody puppet show, where someone was holding their long-dried heads and performing for me a scene from their lifetime.
What is even more unacceptable to me is that I suddenly realized that a scene that is familiar yet unfamiliar to me seems to be happening in this past scene.
Wang Ping... He carried Pingping out of the mine, and watched Pingping go into the tent alone.
Curious and anxious, he asked the people around him what was going on here.
My heart sank to the bottom and I almost felt desperate. This was clearly something that happened between us just now, so how could it have happened so clearly so long ago?
Moreover, the tone of his words was exactly the same as the tone he used when he asked the question during the sudden change!
That is definitely not a repetition, but the same sentence and the same sound are played repeatedly.
What I hear now is where this question should really appear.
A terrible thought suddenly emerged in my mind, and I felt that many of the things that Pingping and I had just experienced might not belong to the present.
I thought about children's cutouts and film and television creation.
Some people on the Internet like to edit entertainment videos in this way. They take materials from several different TV shows or movies, borrow the same performers and the same or similar common filming locations, and shuffle the materials to place them in a brand new story. Each material itself exists, but the stories may be very different.
And in the original story, I wasn't there.
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