symmetry
Regarding my guesses and inferences, Nian Ziqing seemed to be suddenly thrown into a state of self-doubt.
The gurgling and muttering sound in the corner was really creepy. I secretly groaned in my heart, thinking that this damn thing had gone too far. How could this guy have such a poor psychological endurance? I hoped that he would not completely lose control and die with me.
I quietly turned sideways, holding my cell phone tightly like a brick, planning to catch him off guard.
But after being on guard for a long time, I gradually felt that something was wrong. Why didn't Nian Ziqing move at all? Wasn't he trying to escape from me?
I thought to myself that since he was not very smart, I should give him another chance to be fooled by me, so I asked tentatively, "Are you there?"
But there was no movement in the corner.
This confusion made me a little confused. "Are you completely heartbroken? Since he was able to reveal such important information about Dongxue, even if there is a slight deviation in his guess, it is not a big deal. I am teaching you a lesson, understand?" As she said this, she secretly moved a little to the side and stretched out her foot to trip him.
But this time, the grumbling stopped.
It must be pointed out that all the communication between us is completely based on that poor signal of "heart voice". This is because the part of me that I lost is in him and is reversely assimilated by him. Therefore, our communication is almost like talking to ourselves. Including some of his actions that I "hear" and "feel", all of them are derived from some kind of self-synaesthesia.
Now the reason I keep talking is just an unnecessary habit.
But now, it feels very strange that I am still talking to that part of myself, but it is suddenly empty.
It's like a stone thrown into the water, but there are no ripples, only an empty bottomless black well. The stone falls infinitely, so there has been no echo so far.
I was a little confused, so I focused my attention and groped forward carefully, thinking I would find nothing, but I actually touched something.
The young man's face is now in my hands.
My whole body was stiff, and I was caught off guard and stunned.
I had prepared myself mentally for him to go crazy in hiding, or disappear suddenly like Zhang Tianyi. But nothing unexpected happened, I just grabbed his face.
What confused me even more was the strange change in Nian Ziqing at this time.
His features were moving again.
This time it didn't look like me, nor like any face I had in mind, but I still felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I had just seen that feature somewhere before.
During this process of change, Nian Ziqing did not communicate with me at all. He opened his mouth in pain and wailed instinctively in the most primitive way of vocalization, completely forgetting that the sound had "disappeared" at this time.
I couldn't hear anything, so I could only hurriedly ask, "Nian Ziqing, what are you shouting about?"
An indescribable fear surged in my heart.
In my hands, Nian Ziqing's face was still changing dramatically. I was sweating all over my forehead. Countless thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant, and suddenly they were fixed on one picture:
This is the video that the broker gave me.
In the video, she saw many tall, unconscious people in a dilapidated stone square.
When she found the strange stone door, her phone was placed unsteadily and accidentally slipped. I was once frightened by a deep blue face in the corner.
Young people are becoming like that very quickly, and there seems to be no room for resistance.
At this moment, because I could touch Nian Ziqing's transformed facial features without any hindrance, I discovered something horrifying:
If Nian Ziqing's distortion at this moment was in accordance with a certain standard, then there seemed to be something wrong with the face of the person who scared me beside the stone gate.
I was shaking almost unconsciously, and once again I felt around for Nian Ziqing's still violently twisting muscles and facial bones. I accidentally touched his open lips and nearly dropped my grip out of shock.
But a more horrifying guess forced me to hold back. I touched Nian Ziqing's face again, formed a picture in my mind, and compared it with the video.
The face in the video left such a deep impression on me because of the sudden fright that I definitely won't remember it wrong.
People who are used to taking pictures or grooming themselves in front of the mirror should have noticed a common sense:
The human face is not completely symmetrical. For most people, there is some deviation in the size of the left and right faces.
But now I can be sure that the blue face in the video is absolutely symmetrical, and has turned into something that looks like a human but is not a human.
The young man at this time is the same, he is becoming more and more symmetrical, as if he can be completely folded and overlapped.
Then, I thought of the other guys in the car whose faces had also slightly changed. Their features looked similar to those of Nian Ziqing at this moment.
It’s just that Nian Ziqing was originally trying to assimilate his facial features to get closer to me, and that kind of "plasticity" seemed to be countless times stronger. At this time, his restoration of the blue human face was far better than that of other guys, and it unexpectedly became an intuitive "standard part".
So, what about the face that is exactly the same as the "standard"?
My scalp throbbed and I immediately started making calls, praying that the broker would receive a warning immediately and stay away from the stone gate.
Considering that there would probably be no sound or light on the other end, I could only hope for the fixed vibration after the phone was dialed as a reminder.
I dialed and hung up, controlling the length of the dialing time and frequency, and quickly recalled how to use the most basic Morse code. But I had no basic knowledge before, and I only memorized some out of boredom during the half month of hospitalization. Now I can't use it at all, and I'm so anxious that I'm sweating.
After a lot of effort, I called three short, three long, three short - SOS - nine times in total. The other party responded with a call back and hung up. Then there were a few very slow beeps. I didn't quite understand, but it seemed to indicate that everything was fine.
I breathed a sigh of relief and thought it was okay, but at this moment, my hand suddenly felt light.
The young man's face finally became extremely blurred at this time, and he once again wailed in panic to me through his "heart voice". Then, the sound suddenly stopped.
In the silence, I suddenly didn't dare to move.
Something cold was gently taken from Nian Ziqing's palm.
Then, in a situation where you can’t see your surroundings, like when a movie is playing and someone suddenly stands up and blocks the player, projecting their shadow across the screen;
It was as if someone suddenly flipped over the screen and walked directly to the fire and the shadow, reaching out to the shadow on the cave wall, and also to the caveman who was tied up and could only see the shadow.
Nian Ziqing was caught.
No, I felt numb all over, and touched my cheek with difficulty. I found that my appearance was also transforming towards that "standard", but because of the natural differences in human facial bones, this transformation was very slow and difficult.
Only the young ones.
In the constant reference to my transformation, he copied the changes that I didn't even notice, resulting in excessive maturity and completeness. This process was so fast that it was unexpectedly much faster than me and all the other guys.
The ripe young ones were picked.
My head was buzzing and I had a little tinnitus.
At this point, I think I don’t need Nian Ziqing to explain, I roughly know why he and the driver Lao Zhao were in such unspeakable fear and avoidance.
——In this "cave", there is actually something that can move freely.
Unlike the ignorant observer who could only see the shadow and launch futile attacks on it, the thing was on the other side of the screen, right next to the Dongxue man who was tied up and unable to move or perceive.
Dongxue people can only look straight ahead to see the changing light and shadows, and can only recognize shadows. They cannot lower their heads or turn their heads, and therefore cannot see themselves or the sides.
As for Shadow, he only realized that a giant claw was approaching him again, and thought he would be safe. But this time, the unknown claw might have directly reached the fragile neck of the caveman.
No, more than one.
My heart sank. How could it be such a coincidence that among so many changing faces, I just happened to see the only one that sneaked in?
The only answer is that there are a lot of these things mixed in, and they are distributed densely enough that I can accidentally spot one of them in a short video shooting.
I once asked myself:
How did the original core young family disappear and become discontinued? What force could suddenly attack them when they were always on guard, causing a batch of secrets to be lost without any retention?
What was it that frightened some of the unworthy descendants of the Nian family so much that they completely misunderstood the intentions of their ancestors and went in the opposite direction?
What kind of drastic changes did a person like Nian Ziqing go through to be trained incorrectly?
The answer at this time is that no matter how well-equipped the magic castle is, it cannot withstand a hand from the outside that closes the fairy tale book and tears it into pieces.
Now, a hallucinatory image flashes through my mind:
It looked like a wall.
The wall was very narrow and I was trapped inside. I couldn't move my head or turn around, and could only look straight ahead.
There seemed to be a thick mural covering the wall, but it was peeled off and knocked off.
Then, there were a few "knock knock" sounds.
The hammer seemed to have noticed my presence and mistakenly thought that there was something rare buried, so he hammered faster and harder on the mural in front of me.
Along with that greedy and ecstatic knocking sound, I suddenly felt extremely uneasy.
He shouldn't have peeled off the mural, nor should he have smashed my face on the mural and dug out my eyes which were still trapped in the earth.
If the obstruction is removed, my eyeballs will move closer to the narrow aperture and look out. I will see him.
But he couldn't hear my warning. I don't know why, but the knocking became more and more frantic and panicky, as if it could completely shatter my face that emerged from the wall, and shatter my eyes that were staring at him.
What kind of perspective is this?
I was startled, as if waking up from a nightmare.
I was still in the hollow tube, and the surrounding environment had not changed at all. But for some reason, I suddenly felt very crowded around me.
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