63 Tokyo Dream 04
◎This is the secret of our prophecy.◎
The second floor of the restaurant is the guest room, which is usually used by guests to enjoy themselves, but since the death of a prostitute, it has become deserted.
Zhu Heng stopped in front of a room with an open door at the end of the corridor.
He was about to look inside to see what was going on when he heard the servant's cold voice behind him: "What are you doing?"
When Zhu Heng turned around, he saw an expressionless white face in front of him. Before he could react, a scream suddenly came from his mind, mixed with Augustus's curse.
He distinguished them carefully and concluded that one of the noises was caused by Xiao Zhao being frightened by the servant. Augustus scolded Xiao Zhao, "Shut up," obviously thinking that Xiao Zhao's cry was scarier than the elusive servant.
The servant rolled his eyelids, and his two dark eyes stared at Zhu Heng motionlessly.
So Zhu Heng looked at him with an even more expressionless face: "I want to sleep."
The servant: “…”
The servant clicked his neck and looked towards the room with the open door in front of Zhu Heng: "Then... please stay here, my guest."
He chuckled sinisterly, picked up his towel, and turned to leave, muttering softly as he walked. His voice drifted intermittently into Zhu Heng's ears: "I'll live in... the room where our girl... lived before she died, hehe..."
Zhu Heng walked into the room without hesitation, his feet creaking on the floor. He could hear the sounds of several footsteps at once, some moving as fast as he did, while others hesitated.
Zhu Heng raised his eyebrows. It seemed that not everyone was willing to rest in such a room.
He stopped before the dressing table, on which lay a letter.
"What is that, a suicide note left by the deceased?" Xiao Zhao stood far away at the door and didn't dare to go in. He just stared at the letter on the dressing table that was so obvious that it was a little glaring and asked.
Helan Dao teased him deliberately: "It's a curse."
Sure enough, Xiao Zhao screamed again in fright.
Zhu Heng's heart inexplicably tightened. He opened the letter and read its contents. The first sentence was: "I am a person who can see the future."
Augustus dragged out a "hmm": "Another prophet girl? Just like you." He shouted to Liu Qiaoer across the air.
Liu Qiao'er was probably also shocked and didn't answer him.
Zhu Heng continued to read, and the contents of the letter were horrifying:
"Just now, I foresaw my own death - my body will appear in the well in the backyard in ten minutes. The well is connected to the Bian River. Perhaps you will find me on the Bian River the next day.
"The murderer is someone I never expected. I believe you, who have the good fortune to open this letter, will never expect it. For this reason, I have cursed Sun Yangzheng Store. The murderer will have my mark on his body, and my wronged soul will remain here until the murderer is brought to justice and my grievances are redressed.
"After reading this, I believe you have guessed who the murderer is, right?"
Everyone was silent for more than ten seconds.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Zhao spoke with a bewildered look on his face: "I think she thinks too highly of me. So, do you know who the murderer is?"
What Xiao Zhao didn't expect was that Zhu Heng snorted lightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But just as Zhu Heng uttered this hum, his pocket suddenly began to feel hot. Startled, he reached out and touched it, only to discover it was the bead he had casually placed there earlier. His fingertips touched the surface of the bead, and it stung, as if he had been bitten by something. He immediately withdrew his hand as if he had received an electric shock.
Why was there such a sudden commotion? He was just wondering when his eyelids suddenly grew heavy and a deep sleepiness came over him, which he couldn't resist.
Xiao Zhao, who had originally heard Zhu Heng's voice, was startled. Just as he was about to ask, he heard a rustling noise coming from Zhu Heng's side, like the creaking sound of someone falling on the bed. Then he heard Zhu Heng's words drift into his ears. He said, "I'm going to sleep first. If you have anything to say, we can talk when you wake up."
After he said this, he fell silent, and the sound of his even breathing could be heard by everyone, indicating that he was obviously fast asleep.
Xiao Zhao was left scratching his head in his own channel: "Hey wait, why did you run away after just farting? Do you have any sense of public morality..."
Zhu Heng, who had no sense of public morality, had a dream.
In the dream, the weather was fine, and willow trees were lined up in two rows along the river bank. The river water was sparkling, flashing with light like broken diamonds.
Zhu Heng lowered his head and saw his dream self in the water.
A small, white face, with two big, black purple grapes in the eye sockets, pink and pouty lips, and two blushes flying on the face, one on each side, slanting into the temples.
It was a little girl, about seven or eight years old.
Suddenly, a white shadow flashed in Zhu Heng's peripheral vision, and a butterfly flew past him. Zhu Heng recognized it at a glance. This was the butterfly that led him in the Silk Road copy.
"You brought me here?" Zhu Heng wanted to ask it, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
He possessed the body of this little girl, and since she didn't speak, he could only remain mute as well.
A broken willow branch was blown onto the water surface by the wind. The little girl picked it up and used one end of the branch to draw on the muddy riverbed.
Zhu Heng looked down and saw that she had drawn 6 small squares, 3 of which were arranged side by side horizontally, and 4 of which were arranged side by side vertically, with a shared square at the intersection, forming a cross shape.
The little girl finished her painting and looked up. Suddenly, she shouted loudly to the front: "Mom!"
An adult woman came from the opposite direction and squatted down in front of the little girl. The little girl immediately said to her as if she was showing off her treasure: "Look what I drew!"
The woman smiled softly and said, "You can draw by yourself? That's great, my dear! Then let me test you again. What can you draw by putting these six little blocks together?"
"It's a cube!" the little girl answered.
"Yes, it's a cube. Flat small squares can be combined to form a cube, and a cube can be unfolded to form a flat small square. So, darling, do you know the difference between a small square and a cube?"
The little girl answered without hesitation: "The small square is a two-dimensional plane, and the cube is a three-dimensional solid!"
"My baby is so smart!" the woman praised. "Besides this, Mommy also taught you to draw a picture. Do you remember it, baby?"
The little girl thought for a moment, then picked up a willow branch and drew a crooked little man on the riverbank. She also drew a heart on the left side of the man's chest. She looked up at her mother and said, "Mom, are you teaching me to draw... a man?"
The woman stared at the little figure and shook her head slightly: "You didn't draw it right."
The little girl clutched the willow branch tightly, racking her brains but unable to figure out what was wrong with the painting.
The woman sighed helplessly, poked her index finger into the muddy riverbed, drew another symmetrical figure next to the crooked figure, and drew a heart on its right chest.
The little girl's eyes lit up, and she immediately pointed at the little man with the heart on the right and said, "This is me! It's us!"
The woman shook her head and pointed at the little figure the little girl had drawn. “No, this is us too.”
"This... is also... us?" the little girl was puzzled.
The woman clasped the index fingers and thumbs of her left and right hands at the same time, placed her hands on the shoulders of the little man drawn by the little girl, pretended to pinch them, and made a lifting motion.
Then she made a gesture of turning the pages of a book, "turning" the little man over so that it overlapped with the little man she drew - even the hearts were superimposed on each other.
"Look, honey, there are both of us," the woman whispered. "We're like the inside and outside of a mirror. One side is like a normal human, with a heart on the left side. But when we flip our mirror image, our heart is on the right, and the right-handed person becomes a left-handed person."
The little girl suddenly understood: "I understand, Mom! No wonder people often say we are left-handed."
"What do you think, don't you?"
The little girl thought for a moment and said, "I don't think I am... Mom, am I wrong?"
"No, honey, you're right," the woman said. "We are mirror images flipped horizontally, so when others see us, it's like they're looking at themselves in the mirror. From their perspective, our hearts are on the right and we use our left hands, but from our perspective, we're still normal people with hearts on the left, living with our right hands like most people."
The little girl looked at her mother.
"It's okay, baby. It's okay if you don't understand."
"No, Mom, I understand. Every time someone says I suddenly switch to using my left hand, I can see 10 minutes into the future. So, my ability to predict the future is related to our identity as mirror people, right, Mom?"
The woman lowered her eyes to look at the flattened image of a cube on the riverbank. She asked softly, "Before I answer your question, I want to ask you, do you know what a four-dimensional world is like?"
The little girl opened her eyes wide in confusion.
The woman pointed to the six small squares. "This is a two-dimensional plane made up of length and width, but if we introduce 'height', we have the concept of space. This is three-dimensional space, just like your cube. We are all three-dimensional creatures now, living in a three-dimensional world."
"What about Siwei, Mom?"
"The four-dimensional world has one more 'time' than our world. Remember those story illustrations your mother gave you? If I were to tear out every page of them and place them in front of you at the same time, what would you see?"
The little girl's mind raced: "I will see the beginning and the end of the story at the same time!"
"Yes, 'simultaneously,'" the woman emphasized. "The characters in the story know nothing about their future. Yet, you can instantly see the ending of the last story picture while reading the first. To you, the time of the story is nothing more than a frozen sheet of paper. You can skip any stage and arrive at any point in time at will."
The woman said, "This is the fourth dimension."
"We can foresee the future because of the four-dimensional world?" the little girl asked.
The woman didn't answer immediately. She simply spread her palm and placed the back of her hand against one of the figures. She said, "Suppose the two figures we drew were three-dimensional creatures, and we were in four-dimensional space... Pay attention to my hand. It's in the same dimension as the figures right now, but if I hold it upright, then..."
She slowly raised her palm and pressed it toward another little man on the side, changing it from palm facing up to palm facing down, pressing on the image of the little man next to her.
"In the process of flipping horizontally from a normal person to a mirror image, my hand briefly passed through the fourth dimension, and then returned to the third dimension again. But even a few minutes of stay in that fourth-dimensional world was enough for us to see part of the future."
"This is the secret of our prophecy."
After the woman finished her last sentence, she suddenly raised her eyes and stared at the little girl, her face expressionless. "I have said what I want to say. You can go now."
Zhu Heng suddenly woke up from his sleep.
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