Chapter 91: Strange airflow sound "Clang!" ...
“Bang—!”
There was a sound of something hard hitting the floor.
Yu Qiu opened his eyes.
The hands of the clock hanging opposite the bed were pointing to twelve o'clock.
...I have to go to school tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first.
Yu Qiu thought so, but couldn't close his eyes for a long time.
Maybe it's because the neighbors are too noisy.
There were the sounds of a middle-aged man shouting and cursing, the clashing of things, and sometimes the crisp sound of glass breaking.
There were also some soft cries.
Yu Qiu scratched his hair irritably.
If she had known it was so noisy next door, she shouldn't have rented this room two days ago. It turns out it's not that easy to get a bargain.
She tossed and turned in bed, and even the earplugs couldn't block the noise from next door from penetrating into her ears, so she couldn't fall asleep.
Yu Qiu took off his earplugs.
The slight sound of the second hand moving every second was picked up by Yu Qiu's ears. She had good hearing since childhood and could not tolerate noise much more than the average person.
"Knock knock." She knocked on the door next door.
The unbearable noise died down briefly.
Yu Qiu moved his ears and still heard some sobbing sounds and the sound of light footsteps approaching.
The door opened.
The strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol came over.
It was obvious that this man had been drinking. He walked unsteadily and his face was flushed with drunkenness.
"What do you do?"
He opened his mouth and the smell of alcohol hit him.
Yu Qiu held his breath and was about to say something, but was stunned.
The man immediately frowned, his face full of fat, "You're crazy!"
He was certain that the man who had nothing to do and came knocking on the door so late at night must be mentally ill, so he didn't say anything and slammed the door.
The loud bang of the door closing startled Yu Qiu and brought him back to his senses.
Just when the door opened, besides the sobbing, the tapping of slippers, and the wine dripping from the bottle... there was also a strange sound.
Yu Qiu stood at the door and didn't leave. He recalled what he had heard and made sure that he had not heard it wrong.
The sound was so faint that she couldn't even hear it clearly at the time, but she was sure that inside the door, there was a sound she had never heard before - like the whistling wind, or like the moment when cloth was torn, continuous and sharp as if it had real edges, growing out of nothingness and piercing into the air.
Yu Qiu finally thought of a more appropriate description.
It was as if the air were a living thing, and now, the flesh attached to it was being torn apart - if there really was such a sound.
The wine bottle was smashed onto the table, and there was another crisp sound of glass breaking.
Yu Qiu raised his hand and knocked on the door again.
There was absolutely no mistake. This sound seemed like the background noise of the world, clinging to the air like a thorn in the flesh, hidden beneath all other sounds.
The man was obviously impatient. He walked much faster than last time and suddenly opened the door.
It’s this high school student again!
"Are you mentally ill—"
Yu Qiu stood on tiptoe and looked over his shoulder inside. His eyes swept across the mess on the ground and hesitated for a moment in the empty air.
...nothing.
Before the man was about to lose his temper and do something uncontrollable, Yu Qiu closed the door first.
After being tormented by her inexplicably twice, perhaps his mood was interrupted, and there was no more sound of beating from inside.
Although it was not very quiet, it was much better than before. Logically, Yu Qiu should go back and rest now - this was her original purpose.
But now, Yu Qiu felt a kind of indescribable... nervousness?
She didn't know why she was nervous.
All sounds should have their sources. No matter how hidden, they are generated by the various frictions in the human world.
But she just took a look inside the door and couldn't figure out where the strange airflow sound came from.
It is impossible to determine the source of the sound or what is producing the sound.
Yu Qiu stayed where he was like an ant, feeling uncontrollably nervous and panicked.
It was as if she was an extra alert ant, feeling the vibration of the air through her antennae before the natural disaster was about to strike.
In the end, Yu Qiu went back.
After all, she still has classes during the day, she told herself.
As she closed her eyes, put on her earplugs and lay in bed, she never thought about what would happen next.
After all, if she had the ability to predict the future, she would never choose to sleep tonight.
*
Li An held a black cat by the scruff of its neck and stood at the door of the store, watching for a while.
It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Only the street lamps stood tall on both sides, their light radiating out and attracting moths to come closer.
She said slowly, "So you mean, we traveled through time again."
It flapped its four hairy legs randomly, trying to escape the fate of being grabbed by the scruff of the neck.
"That's about right."
In any case, Suibian found it difficult to understand why Li An was still like this.
Although it is only a demigod, it has stepped into the realm of true God after all, and it knows very well what kind of existence the godhead is.
The complete awakening of the Godhead should definitely not be like Li An, who was calm as if nothing had happened, with almost no change from his original appearance.
Almost no change.
Suddenly, my hair stood on end and I didn't dare to think any further.
It no longer dares to guess Li'an's thoughts. After all, this is a god who can make anything he wants come true.
Destiny always goes in the direction He wants.
Li An took two steps outside. The late autumn air was chilly, as if winter was approaching. Between the two extreme temperatures, the cool night breeze blew fallen leaves onto the asphalt road.
She thought, no matter how you look at it, this is just an ordinary human society.
The billboard not far away also shows the mainstream language of this society.
She lifted the cat in her hand and said, "So we're back?"
So she's back from traveling for just a few months? Although she's a bit aesthetically fatigued, that doesn't mean she's happy to look at people anymore!
Compared to humans, small animals are cuter.
Just nodded casually.
Li An sighed and said, "Okay, just treat it as an outing."
She turned and went back to the store. As she passed through the corridor, she observed the current situation of the paper city, listened to the wishes, and fulfilled them.
Then she looked towards the stone tree next to the paper island.
Huh? Where did this dog come from?
As if knowing what she was talking about, the black cat said cutely, "It's the soul you traded for the first time."
Perhaps it was because his divinity was not awakened enough at that time, and there was no use for this soul, so he never took it away. Now I don’t know what Stinky Litchi is thinking, and this dog appears again.
Li An took a closer look and finally dug out the Doberman from her memory.
After all, it was a very special dog, wearing a beautiful patterned cloak and the little bell she gave it around its neck.
...Although I don't regret giving it away, I still like this bell very much.
The Doberman was lying on the edge of the roots of the stone tree. He looked very small and did not pose any threat like a large dog.
What is this?
Li An couldn't help but think, other people have watchdogs...does she have a tree-watching dog?
Li An placed the paper figures as today's offerings next to the tree roots, then continued across the corridor and returned to the studio.
Without any inspiration, she took a break, cleaned up the mess, picked up the clay mural, and found a suitable empty space on the display stand in the corridor, so that it could be successfully placed in the handmade shop.
Although she had no intention of selling the things on display.
Li An picked up the mask and cell phone she had just packed out of the studio, and went out with the black cat.
It was a good opportunity to buy some things to replenish the stock. Although she didn't eat, it was obvious that she loved eating. She was always worried that the cat god would damage his taste buds by eating too many five-nut mooncakes - what was so delicious about that stuff?
"You should eat something good too," she instructed.
Suibian's eyes were as bright as light bulbs, and he was thinking about what he would eat later, so he didn't feel sad about being carried away.
*
Yu Qiu woke up with a startled scream.
…It wasn’t a person screaming.
It was the air, making a whistling sound so sharp that it was almost beyond the range of human ears.
Even without taking off her earplugs, Yu Qiu quickly recognized that this was the sound she heard before she fell asleep, the strange sound of air flow coming from the door of the next room.
At least at that time it was just a light and shallow sound of air flow.
But now, it is so huge and complex that it is difficult to tell where it comes from.
Yu Qiu even felt that this sound was like a living thing, testing its own boundaries in the human world and growing inch by inch.
The tearing space expanded generally.
space.
She raised her eyes blankly and subconsciously looked in the direction of the next door. There was a wall between them, so of course she saw nothing.
But the sound was getting closer and louder.
It was expanding its territory, and the border was getting closer to her.
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