Rapid collapse (fix)
The signature was crooked, probably because the writer had lost his strength at the time.
There was a thick and uneven bloodstain on it, covered with fingerprints, and a broken vertical hook. On it were white scratches made by a sharp object.
San Yi took one look and said, "She probably wanted to write a blood letter, but she realized it was difficult to do when squeezing the blood. Her fingers actually stopped the bleeding by pressing hard, and in the end, only a small blood stain was smeared."
He touched the scratches on it: "Like the hook on a hairpin or a paper clip. If you can't find the tools temporarily, you can just use the bloodstains as the background color and leave information by scratching and highlighting it?"
I touched the tattered piece of cloth, feeling like crying and laughing at the same time, and my whole body started to feel numb as if an electric shock had passed through it.
Because I can already see what is said above.
It’s ridiculous that the signature actually read “Lu Xixi was here”.
The sketch, which was so blurred by water that it was unrecognizable, looked like a very ugly whale, or a stunted dragon with a big head and a small body. Due to the weakness of the painter, the head was almost drawn into a rugged pentagon.
On the edge is an inconspicuous circle, like a bead or a bubble, or perhaps a hollow stone.
Luxixi is actually a very old local fairy tale character.
Her story first appeared in illustrated magazines. She had a more well-known twin brother named Pippi Lu. Unlike her brother who sometimes behaved lively and naughty, she was a little girl who was both good in character and study, well-behaved and sensible, but also eccentric.
We have a picture album at home that Xu Ping specifically begged her mother to buy for her. It's called "Dragon Ball Storm," and it tells the story of how Luxixi discovered an invisible dragon in the room, was given a dragon ball and allowed to swim in the water, but was targeted by robbers.
Is it a coincidence?
A child who was dying in agony and willing to be trapped in a mine and among the dead, when her revenge was about to be achieved and she was about to hear the wailing of the "mountain people", she actually left her last trace in a naive and childish way that was almost playful.
I seemed to have heard a fairy tale full of metaphors across a long period of time. The person who left the message hid many unspeakable secrets and past events in it, calmly waiting for this day to come.
If we regard the gift of the dragon ball as a sign of being eaten, and the underwater journey as the mine sinking to the bottom of the deep water...
So it goes without saying what the dragon that ordinary people cannot see and Luxixi, who seems to be "lucky" to enter the bizarre world, mean respectively.
But, but, my mind was confused. I couldn't recognize this child's handwriting at all. She was definitely not my sister Xu Ping.
Could there be such a coincidence? Two children who were almost thousands of miles apart and had never met each other were almost the same age and were connected by a fairy tale at the same time. There was also the twin brother in the story and the robber who was lurking in the dark.
My chest almost exploded, I was so dizzy that I looked at San Yi and asked dryly:
"This is definitely not Pingping's handwriting, right?"
Sanyi grabbed my hand, asked me to calm down, then bent down and picked up the overly thin corpse.
"There were two children here when the mine incident happened. The goddess did not die. She left a message and escaped alive."
He lowered his head and kept looking at the bones in his arms, and whispered, "This is the child that Wang Yongfu and his men took hostage. She couldn't take the child away, so she could only leave him in the hands of the statue."
I shook my head subconsciously: "But there is no evidence to prove this."
Halfway through the conversation, I suddenly froze, came to my senses, and stared at him.
No, how could he know the details of the mine accident and the existence of two miners? A series of thoughts flashed through my mind, and I shrank back suddenly. All the swirling sentimental emotions exploded and I roared:
"You're not San Yi. Who are you?!"
Sanyi looked up at me, suddenly fell silent, and smiled strangely.
I don't know why, but I saw a kind of unreasonable strong resentment in this smile. The sudden evil made my hair stand on end, and I felt palpitations like never before.
No, I almost screamed, cold sweat dripping down my face.
That's not the fear that comes into my eyes when I look into the eyes of a "person". What the hell is he? Why can't I move? Run.
The accumulated water around me suddenly felt heavy, pressing down on me so hard that I couldn't breathe. Then my face felt wet, as if something cold was breathing on me.
I didn't know why I couldn't breathe, and I subconsciously grabbed the breathing mask on my face, but the object I touched in my palm was not the scuba gear he had just handed me, but soft flesh.
Everything that was holding me, entwining me, and hanging heavily on me has changed.
It was not the equipment that had just been warmed by my body temperature, but was as cold as a dead person. I couldn't describe what it was, but my face was damp again. The oxygen that was supposed to be provided by the breathing mask was clearly something fishy and smelly breathing towards me.
I suspected that I was shaking because my vision blurred involuntarily, my heartbeat almost reached my throat, and I looked around in despair.
But the fake people who had just called me in surprise also looked at me silently and laughed together.
A copy-and-paste smile appeared on all faces that looked exactly like mine.
Sanyi spoke to me again, his voice as chaotic as a broken radio channel.
No, he wasn't talking to me.
I got goosebumps. His eyes were not on me, but were questioning someone standing in front of him.
I thought I had put a stop to the prophet's farce, but just like a nightmare within a nightmare, what appeared before me was actually a moment cut out by the prophet.
"Are you sure this can kill Xu Ranxing?"
He said, without disguising his bluntness, “I had no interest in their goals or their ideals. I just wanted to kill him.”
Then there was another voice that made me feel cold all over. It was my brother Zhang Tianyi.
I don’t know where this conversation came from and how much it has been distorted and spliced, but at this moment, Zhang Tianyi’s voice did say calmly: “Revenge is a very meaningless thing.”
I was dizzy with confusion as to what they were talking about, and the strange feeling made me feel an indescribable chill in my heart.
"Look, even the immortal goddess only left a skeleton here."
"Coward." San Yi sneered and didn't listen at all. "Don't lie to me with those nonsense. This body belongs to another child. The goddess has left. Where did she go?"
Zhang Tianyi said calmly: "This has nothing to do with you."
San Yi seemed to curse, and then suddenly laughed:
"The mine has completely sunk to the bottom, and the prophet will never come up again. Now the goddess has left, the quarrying has stopped, and the altar is still missing. Do you have any way to restore Xu Ping?"
My head buzzed, and I screamed, rushing over and grabbing Sanyi's clothes.
"What did you say!"
But my body felt painful and I bumped into something, and at the same time, the things wrapped around me tightened. I saw dark blue arms hanging down from my shoulders, and more hands, densely packed behind the necks of the pseudo-people, making all the bodies with my face smile and lower their heads.
Obviously it was the most critical moment, but the prophet's quarrying plan seemed to have collapsed completely. Sanyi did not continue to respond to me. Instead, his whole body deflated, as if he would melt in the dark water at any time.
An extreme anger made me completely lose my mind. I almost started to curse and struggle, but those dislocated limbs were intertwined like a net. I couldn't get free at all. Instead, I choked on the water, and my eyes went black with stars.
San Yi had already started to act on his own. He took out a plastic bag from his waist bag, and there seemed to be something alive squirming inside.
He stared at me and pointed with a sneer, "Here he is!"
The keeper who seemed to be providing feeding made the usual call, which attracted some hungry eyes. At this moment, I heard the long-lost ringing of a bell.
Ding-ling, the sound is so clear and close.
A strange premonition shocked me, causing me to look up and become completely speechless.
The stone forest reappeared in the water.
Those things that I had once puzzled over, and why they grew out of the mine carts, were now coming out of the hollow bellies of those pseudo-humans, growing faster and faster, and rising sharply from the ground. The scattered limbs and the dark-blue bodies that were tightly wrapped around me also had sharp metallic edges growing out of them, like fish scales or bone spurs, growing outwards continuously and then tangling together.
I understood it almost instantly. When I saw the stone pillars in the mine car sealed by cement, it was probably because some yellow rash man or gutless miner was also sealed in the mine car. These stone pillars and this stone forest were just useless bone organs that grew out of their failed mutation.
At a time when no one could see the prophet, the bone forests that had been shelved because of their uselessness were like ominous lights lit up in the deep sea, attracting people from all walks of life and stepping into the prophet's hungry trap.
The thought took only a moment, and the stone forest collapsed and broke into countless brittle and colorless edges.
The sound of chopsticks breaking was heard one after another, as if an invisible giant painting was rapidly collapsing. The light of the underwater drilling rig was suddenly infinitely flattened. Then there was a loud bang, and a huge heavy object fell from the dome above. The surrounding water was suddenly in chaos, and countless dust was flying.
I was shocked to see a rusty iron net stretched across the water, with mandrills crouching on it and countless broken limbs wriggling on it. I was on the net, covered with intestine-like hairs, and those limbs buried me, piling up like a hill, with white gravel rolling down from it.
Along with the violent shaking of the iron net, an extremely dazzling full moon fell from the sky with a loud bang, and thick smoke and explosions rolled in the water.
I saw the mandrills rushing forward madly, emitting a disgusting smell of burning flesh in the flickering light and blazing flames.
No, that's not the moon, that's a hidden helicopter.
“…God, it’s falling.”
I was dumbfounded and muttered to myself.
Unlike the sudden darkness that descended upon us in the snowy mountain town, at this moment I felt that everything was being squeezed together and rapidly becoming flat.
As a result, all the scenes distributed on different layers were pressed together and presented in the same picture without distinction. Even the prophet's plays were all disrupted and mixed, turning the originally orderly picture into a stain.
This huge painting of quarrying seems to be falling from three dimensions and returning to lines and planes infinitely.
Only "Sanyi" was still there, seemingly not understanding the sudden change, or as if it had lost the control of the prophet. It could only stare at the sky like a mandrill and became a dull silhouette, as if it was also waiting for a full moon.
But what shocked me was that the three paintings with different narratives, the collapsing stone forest, the deep water with swirling mud and sand, and the gradually flattening mine, after being overlapped and combined and unified, finally became a completely different picture.
It was like the last step of some puzzle game, where the coupling between the mechanisms unlocked the key props under the puzzle, and something was finally released.
Amid the sound of bells, I saw a huge corpse emerging in the water, wrapped in the huge net of mandrills, blocking it under the iron net and crushed under the weight of countless collected broken limbs and white sand.
Is this the corpse that repeatedly appears with the sound of bells, forcing me and the people playing hide-and-seek to hide many times, but never able to see its shape?
But with the surge of undercurrent in the water, the corpse kept bumping upwards. It stretched out many blue-black arms, which were covered with copper coin-like things, like rotten barnacles, which hit the iron net and made a crisp sound like tinkling bells.
In the constantly shaking turbid water waves, its human-like figure was extremely distorted. Rather than a human body, it looked more like many anemones growing together and climbing on a huge dead tree.
“It’s a cage.”
I don’t know when, there was a person next to me. He sighed and grabbed my shoulders.
"Everything in the mine is to hide the traces of the existence of this huge corpse. It should have been trapped in the cage forever. Sorry, I'm late."
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