"Wear" (First Update)
Something alive is moving in the banyan tree.
No, to be precise, something is escaping from the banyan tree.
Like the dark omen before an avalanche, poisonous insects and rodents will be screaming and crawling everywhere...something is about to happen.
Along with the flowing warmth, the air suddenly hummed very softly, and then the wind blew violently.
A fierce wind blew from nowhere and the whole building began to shake violently.
Then there was a ding-dong-dong sound, similar to the sound of chimes or chimes. The bare banyan tree in front of us suddenly moved.
The texture of the metallic bark was flaring, and underneath it all was a layer of tiny metallic scales, intertwining and biting each other like gears.
At this moment, the strong vibration seemed to be constantly pushed out by some extra contents, and they had to arch up and turn outward.
With a dull sound, the tiny blue-gray scales turned outward to form three-dimensional triangular leaves. In an instant, the tree was full of flowers, lush and shady. A huge shadow was cast, covering us like the sun.
As the metal leaves spread, the vibrating banyan tree slowly stabilized within the densely packed triangles that formed throughout the tree, nailing the violently shaking small building in place and transmitting all the force from top to bottom to the ground.
At the same time, before I had time to marvel at the ingenious setting of this mechanism, some instinct that remained in my body awakened, and with it an inexplicable and huge feeling of fear, my chest tightened and I could hardly breathe.
That was not my feeling. There was a voice flashing in my mind. It was the emotional resonance left by diving deep into the comb jellyfish, and the restlessness engraved in the subconscious of the comb jellyfish.
Before a danger comes, comb jellies will send out early warnings to their own kind.
"--storm!"
I was shocked and blurted out: "Before a storm comes, comb jellies leave the coast and dive deep! This is a big storm!"
Before I could finish my words, Zhang Tianyi suddenly pushed me down, and we both fell to the ground, kicking the floor with our feet.
A huge force came down like a huge wave. I could only hear the creaking sound of the soles of my shoes rubbing against the texture of the tree roots. The smooth ground did not provide any resistance at all, and I was thrown out.
With a bang, all the mineral water bottles and compressed biscuits on the ground were thrown into the air and hit him on the head.
Zhang Tianyi stretched out his arm again and slapped me to the ground. I turned around and dodged. A bottle of mineral water rushed past my ears and hit the wall behind me, exploding. Another compressed biscuit fell at my feet with a clang, and I quickly kicked it aside.
This sudden change came suddenly. I gritted my teeth, gathered some strength, and simply hugged the strange banyan tree tightly, shouting at Zhang Tianyi to do what he wanted and not to bother me.
He simply nodded, turned over, jumped up on the wall, and suddenly stepped on a step above our heads.
"I'm going to open the glass window. The air pressure in the room is wrong!"
At this time, the only stable thing in the whole house was the banyan tree. I hugged it tightly and didn't care about him. I told him to go quickly. I felt that under the swaying metal sheet of the banyan tree, the unknown thing was still crawling and surging, moving towards the top of the banyan tree.
No! My heart almost immediately sank, and I instinctively told myself that I couldn't let that thing go up at this time. Otherwise, there would be a disaster.
But what the hell is this? I don't know how to stop it. How can I do anything about this situation?
No, don't worry, don't worry.
The rainstorm, the wind and the waves, the instinctive agitation of the comb jellies, the layout of the town that resembles a rowing boat. There must be some connection here.
I quickly recited to myself, my mind racing, and suddenly looked at the mining lamp that I had been holding in my hand but had been thrown off by inertia and was flying everywhere.
Since it is a storm, there are not only wind and waves, but also possible reefs.
Yes, that's it! I was told in the bar that those strange stone buildings suddenly appeared at night with the fog, like reefs.
"Turn on the light! The lighthouse is still dark, the ship is going to hit the reef!" I shouted, trying to look up. But under the lush shade of the banyan tree, I couldn't see whether the sky outside had suddenly darkened to night.
The miner's lamp and the sundries in the house flew around in the storm and shaking. I gritted my teeth, loosened one hand and swung myself out. Before I could see clearly, I felt a pain in my stomach. I didn't know which sundries were blocked by me first.
I couldn't care less at this moment. I hugged him in my arms, took a deep breath again and shouted, "Go!" Then I let go and let the huge inertia throw me away again.
I swung the miner's lamp upward with force. Zhang Tianyi's figure flashed in the shade of the tree, and he caught the miner's lamp and jumped upward and disappeared.
I used up all my strength and was thrown across the waist by a banyan tree branch. I was so dizzy that I almost vomited. I quickly tightened my arms again and pressed my whole body against it, letting myself be thrown up and down and left and right by the shaking branch until I felt dizzy.
Perhaps because this branch is thinner and the metal layer is thinner, the warm feeling running underneath is more obvious.
I got goosebumps all over my body, a familiar feeling became stronger and stronger, and two thoughts flashed through my mind at the same time.
First thought:
This thing is also afraid of the storm, it's really running for its life!
Second thought:
Is there anything warm here on the platform?
Amid the howling wind, a sound that sounded like both a wailing and a chuckle suddenly flashed across the layer of molten metal.
When I looked down, I saw that I had grasped the tip of the branch with my hand, holding a handful of metallic sprouts. The tough material inside was definitely not metal, nor was it a budding leaf.
My head buzzed.
Those are the nails that are scratching outwards.
Branches that are at arm's length, tree trunks that can be hugged by half a person, tangled tree roots... If the various data of an object can be directly measured using human data, what would it be?
It’s “people”.
I am actually holding onto a deformed human hand right now.
Inside the metal banyan tree was the thing that was originally wandering outside, made up of countless human body parts and heads.
The banyan tree is its coat, trunk, or nest.
In an instant, I understood why that thing was so deformed.
Because that’s the kind of shelter that the banyan tree provides.
In order to avoid the storm, "people" inside, like trying to squeeze into a thick, ill-fitting piece of clothing, will naturally stretch and squeeze into the hollow branches until the gap is filled.
And those heads, in the rapid upward squeeze, could only be squeezed in the tree trunks, and were naturally forced to lean back continuously.
The moment I realized it, the nails suddenly extended and the solid metal layer protruded outward.
My hair stood on end and I leaned back. Those bent nails stretched out very quickly through the metal layer and came straight towards my face. It was not until it reached a certain limit that it barely stabilized and did not deform again.
I immediately broke out in a cold sweat and my heart was pounding.
This banyan tree can provide protection for the "person" in the storm, stabilize the small building with its strength, and even last forever to trap it to death. The designer clearly marked out territory to graze this ghost thing!
Holy shit, which lunatic came up with this?
You young man, you haven’t learned any of the brain and experience from your ancestors. This is the so-called “wearing clothes” and the correct usage of the banyan tree. This is the true face of the banyan tree!
The banyan trees in the valley are simply what he has learned from a strange creature. He must have brought something wrong with him! How many similar and similar things are there in this broken underground palace?
“Bang!”
The glazed window was kicked open, and blinding light poured out from top to bottom.
As the light spread, the air pressure inside and outside the building began to return to balance. Like a siphon, a long buzzing sound of air was heard, and in the narrow interior of the building, it turned into a distorted, noisy steam whistle.
The movements of the body in the banyan tree gradually slowed down, and after a while, the warmth faded and the cool metal feeling returned. I vaguely felt that the huge human figure seemed to be repelled by the banyan tree, and gradually slid down and entrenched under the metal floor of the small building.
I was too tired to speak. I moved with difficulty and reluctantly asked Zhang Tianyi how things were going.
He quickly jumped down, freed me from the branch, and half-carried me to the top of the steps.
Because of the siphon created by the air pressure just now, the whole room seemed to have been washed. I suddenly realized where the unusual cleanliness of this small building came from.
After all this treatment, it is indeed difficult to see any dust or insect eggs. No wonder the impact of fog in the small building seems to be reduced a lot.
"So... in this mechanism, the glass window should be able to open automatically at regular intervals."
I murmured, was it something we did today that interfered with this mechanism?
Zhang Tianyi patted my arm and said, "Don't you want to see the murals?"
I was startled, then came to my senses, a little confused: "What do you mean? Are you going to practice the Nine Yin White Bone Claws on the spot and start peeling?"
Before I could finish my words, I looked up suddenly and saw a large area of bright and dazzling colors, which completely dispelled all my previous fears.
"Look." Zhang Tianyi said softly, motioning for me to reach out and touch the wall.
Perhaps it was because the air was too "clean" that the very vague outline of the wall became clear. It was as if something was covering it, providing a filter.
"This is..." I was speechless for a moment before I realized that this was fog.
Outside bars and buses, the fog was either too thin to be seen or as thick as drifting snow.
But on the platform, because of the "cleanliness" of this area, the fog made it possible to roughly see the transparent, movable shell.
When I was in the grass, I saw grasshopper people who were stained by the grass and trees they had crashed into, and the mist that wrapped around them and connected them, integrating those deformed human bodies into one.
Here, fog of just the right density is like an air bubble covering the outside of the small building, stopping at the edge of the wall and unable to invade the building, and causing the murals to begin to appear.
I noticed that the mural seemed to be trying to tell a story.
Zhang Tianyi pulled me up, and there was a small platform half suspended under the glazed window on the top of the tower. The platform was also very clean, with only a rattan box and a small incense burner.
I sat down without any image and watched Zhang Tianyi walk over, take out his mobile phone to take pictures and put all the murals together.
It can be seen that he was somewhat unfamiliar with these murals that suddenly appeared. When taking pictures, he often stopped to think about the order and whether to take more close-ups of certain areas.
"Last time I climbed in from the window," Zhang Tianyi said with a depressed look, and a helpless smile, "I have never met the Grasshopper Man face to face, nor have I seen the mural itself like this. I just judged that there is a high probability that there is something important behind the paint."
I always felt that this was saying that I was unlucky, and that all kinds of bad things with low probability would happen to me. I lowered my head in dismay and started to look through the rattan box.
As a result, the box did not budge at all. It turned out that it was just a layer of wood paint on the metal, and the bottom was fixed with a threaded bolt. The mining lamp was tied to the box.
When I opened the box, there were indeed two thin booklets inside.
One is a miniature restoration of the entire mural, and the other is a strange county chronicle with most of the parts torn off.
Hearing that Zhang Tianyi was still taking pictures, I looked at the small platform where I was sitting cross-legged and the small incense burner that was also fixed, and couldn't help but smack my lips.
"I'm afraid this isn't the county annals, but an obituary specially provided for the deceased to read."
Putting it in a place like the rooftop feels weird and sinister.
Zhang Tianyi hummed below, as if thinking: "These awkward steps were originally meant for tall people like Rong Shuli to walk on."
I subconsciously imagined the scene: on the spiral staircase, there was a tall human figure leaning out, with his palms supporting himself on the overly narrow steps, and the rest of his limbs trembling slightly in the wind, disappearing at the corner of the stairs.
Even it, no, one of them would pick up the county annals in the box and read them, and talk and communicate with other heads.
I felt a chill run down my spine and immediately dispelled this somewhat overly immersive imagination.
"I just checked that glazed window." Zhang Tianyi climbed up the stairs with a somewhat cold smile and handed me the mobile phone with which he had taken a picture of the mural.
"It looks like someone outside deliberately broke the push-pull shaft and destroyed several glazed tiles that help focus the light."
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