One Pillow Huaxu

This is a very abstract statement, because dreams are invisible, they exist in people's minds, they are subconscious reflections of people, and they are changing at any time.How people who try to record their dreams translate these things into actual words.Is a conversion method used, or is it just a superficial interpretation under the self-consciousness of the recorder.

"It's a little inaccurate to say 'record', they are looking for a dream." Wu Xie frowned, and quickly continued, "The people who lie in the coffin are not fixed, the villagers in the blockhouse have the habit of sleeping in coffins, presumably Countless people have been here."

"Recorders let batches of different people lie in coffins, where they observed the people sleeping in them for a long time. They recorded these, and at the same time tried to find a dream among countless dreams."

"What is the purpose?"

When Wu Xie was talking, Zhang Qiling was also looking at the mural, and at this moment, his eyes were fixed on the top.He looked at the bird and said four words: "Kalavinga."

"Outrageous." Hearing that, Wu Xie laughed, "Their current situation is blissful enough."

With that said, he turned and walked towards the coffin in the middle.The coffin stood there quietly, because of the angle and the shadow, the opening was now pitch-black, like an unknown abyss, waiting to swallow people up.

Wu Xie stared at it thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "If you just lie in it, you'll know."

Hearing this, Zhang Qiling quickly averted his gaze from observing the mural.He frowned and walked to Wu Xie's side, pressing the other's shoulder.

Wu Xie turned her head with a relaxed expression, grinned, and said something that sounded far-fetched: "I find that you are really human."

"You remind me of something from a long time ago. There are people who do things very directly because they have only one pure purpose. This kind of people will be obsessed with searching, making those who have been following in their footsteps exhausted."

"I think about it. At that time, it seemed that I was acting in an absurd drama called 'Waiting for Godot'. The current situation is a bit strange, and the position seems to be reversed." Wu Xie deliberately showed a somewhat exaggerated expression, and his thumb was between the two. There was a back and forth between them.

"In comparison, I became the more impersonal one."

Zhang Qiling's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, the hand pressing Wu Xie's shoulder paused for a few seconds, and slowly slid down a little.

It's just that before his hand dropped too much, there was a sudden noise above the two of them.

Zhang Qiling was alert and looked up at the hole in the ceiling.The ice there has disappeared, leaving only darkness.He suddenly realized another problem. According to the analysis of the current situation, there are complex and intertwined paths in the mountain wall behind the bunker.The two are now underground in the center of the village. The village houses are symmetrically distributed on both sides of the mountain wall. They descended from one side of the mountain wall, so there is a high probability that there is the same passage on the other side.

Zhang Qiling could tell that the voices were on the opposite side of their entrance, from far to near.He quickly made a decision, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Wu Xie:

"I'll be back soon, stay here."

He emphasized the tone of the second half of the sentence, but Wu Xie didn't care about his increasingly serious expression, and just looked at him with a relaxed expression, without answering.

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips and wanted to say something more, but the subtle voice above gradually became a little messy.He stared deeply for a few seconds at the end, pressed the opponent's shoulder hard, turned around and stepped on the coffin to take off vigorously, and quickly climbed back to the upper floor in the blink of an eye.

He followed the sound and found the entrance at the other end of the wall.The passage was the same as when the two entered. Zhang Qiling walked forward in the dark, and soon saw a secret door that was not completely closed.

A lot of people wearing Bam masks gathered outside the door, and those people crowded towards the door, and they were squeezing each other and piled up at the door.Unaware, they crawled in silently, waving several arms inward from the narrow box.

Zhang Qiling's speed didn't slow down, he stood up straight and grabbed the crack between the rocks on the top, jumped up and kicked forward, kicking the Bam masked man stuck there back into the passage.

At the same time, he turned over and landed on the side of the secret door, and slapped the mechanism to close the secret door.When the door was closed, the people outside were still trying to reach out and crawl in. Zhang Qiling turned sideways and pressed his shoulder against the door vigorously.There was only a crisp sound of bones being crushed, and a few severed fingers were caught between the door, and it was finally closed.

Seeing the door closed, Zhang Qiling didn't pause, turned around and ran back.He flew all the way to the cave below Kalavinka, bent down and jumped in.

This back and forth was very fast, and it only took him a few minutes to block a large number of masked men at the entrance of the cave.However, in the room below, Wu Xie was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Qiling frowned, his expression turned cold, he quickly stood up and checked every corner of the room.

At this time, Zhang Qiling suddenly understood what Wu Xie meant by "exchanging positions", because a long time ago, he was also the one who walked ahead without looking back.

At this time, Wu Xie is a stubborn attacker, and he will pay more attention to achieving a certain goal than the individual.This situation changed only after everything was over. Now that Zhang Qiling was contaminated with fireworks, Wu Xie played his former role.

Zhang Qiling recalled Wu Xie's words that night, not only was he afraid of waking up from the dream, but he was still maintaining his uncontrollability.Wu Xie needs this kind of uncontrollability more than some things that are more illusory in his opinion.This allows him to keep himself awake all the time without being disturbed by external factors.

Zhang Qiling took a deep breath and stabilized his shortness of breath.He went straight to the coffin, and he remembered Wu Xie's words very clearly.

——You won’t know until you lie down.

The coffin lid was already closed at this time, Zhang Qiling raised his hand and wanted to lift it completely, but found that the lid was fixed and could only move back and forth horizontally.He pushed the lid to the end of the coffin vigorously, looked inward with his probe, and saw Wu Xie lying in the coffin.

Wu Xie was lying face up, eyes closed peacefully, like those villagers sleeping in coffins.Zhang Qiling bent down, trying to hug him out, but at the moment of bending down, the other party suddenly stretched out a hand, grabbed his collar and dragged him into the coffin.

This posture was very awkward. In order not to crush Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling had no choice but to follow the slight force and turn himself into the coffin.

Fortunately, the coffin is very big, enough for two people.He squatted next to Wu Xie, frowning, and just about to say something, Wu Xie, who had his eyes closed, slightly opened his eyelids and made a silent gesture.

"Shh, I read something."

Although Wu Xie took action, his will has not completely returned to reality, and most of his mental power is still concentrated in other places.He pulled Zhang Qiling again, forced him to lie down like himself, and then pushed the coffin lid to close it.

Wu Xie came in without a lamp, and fumbled to turn off the lantern on Zhang Qiling's body, and the surroundings were instantly dark.He lay back beside Zhang Qiling, and said softly, "Look."

Zhang Qiling looked away from him, looked up, and found that the back of the coffin lid was shining with green light.Like the back of the coffin in the blockhouse, these are all similar characters, probably using some kind of mineral pigment containing luminous ingredients.

The characters here are even more messy, and there are also pictures mixed in. At this time, dots of stars light up above the two of them. Looking at it in a daze, it looks like a star map.

Zhang Qiling didn't care to look at this strange scene, he realized that what Wu Xie was talking about was not "discovery", but "reading".Wu Xie's voice sounded at this time, a little vague, but he still tried his best to control the words he uttered: "Hua Xu."

"No one knows when the village was built. The villagers have come countless times, but none of them left here. They take turns sleeping in the coffins regularly, and the words on the back of the coffin cover affect them."

Wu Xie’s volume was variable, it was normal at first, then it gradually became smaller, and now it’s higher: “What will people become after they lose their negative emotions? This is a process of assimilation. We lose our five senses in the process of assimilation failure. , like Bam, only a skin remains."

When Zhang Qiling heard that his pronoun had changed to "we", his expression froze, he turned over and touched the other person's face, and found that Wu Xie had closed his eyes again, his teeth were clenched, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were trembling rapidly.

He continued to murmur in the darkness: "For a hundred years we have freed this village from all suffering. We are happy, but that is not enough. We have been searching for a dream. This dream can guide us to Kalingpin Where Gaga is."

"In the dream coffin, you can dream of everything."

Zhang Qiling's heart sank, he called out "Wu Xie", and at the same time thought quickly about how to safely stop reading the information.

Wu Xie's body suddenly froze for a moment, then turned over and turned his face to the coffin wall, curled up in a posture with his back facing outward.

In the darkness, Zhang Qiling smelled a bloody smell. He touched the other person's face again and found that Wu Xie had started to bleed from the nose.Wu Xie's nasal mucosa is very fragile, and at this moment, thick and warm blood has covered half of his face.

Zhang Qiling stopped moving, and realized that the air here not only contained the Tibetan incense that would make people fall into a state of suspended animation, but also substances similar to pheromones.Wu Xie discovered from the very beginning that only he could read these things, and he chose to read them without hesitation.

Zhang Qiling didn't hesitate anymore, he leaned over and dragged Wu Xie into his arms, and at the same time raised his hand to open the coffin, but at this moment, Wu Xie grabbed his wrist with great strength, and he had to stop to open the coffin Actions.Zhang Qiling lowered his head and pressed Wu Xie's face, and found that he was still awake.

But he seemed to have seen some more specific scenes. At this time, he clenched his teeth more forcefully, furrowed his eyebrows deeply, and his breathing began to become thick and short.

He uttered three words with difficulty and vaguely: "Impossible."

At the same time, Wu Xie's body began to tremble, and this trembling became more and more violent, and it seemed that it would soon turn into convulsions and convulsions.Zhang Qiling realized that he couldn't wait any longer, he pulled out his hand vigorously, and wanted to open the coffin again, but at this moment he heard Wu Xie take a deep breath, cough a few times, and coughed out the nosebleed that had flowed into his throat.

He seemed to have withdrawn abruptly from that dream, and suddenly turned around to face Zhang Qiling, preventing him from opening the coffin again.

Zhang Qiling frowned and supported him, then turned to touch his face, confirming that the other party had opened his eyes at this time, and then he was slightly relieved.

Wu Xie held his wrist at this moment.In the darkness, Wu Xie's body was still trembling due to the sequelae, but the hand on his wrist was very hard.

Zhang Qiling was stunned for a moment, and after a while he suddenly realized that Wu Xie was feeling for his own pulse.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Xie moved up to touch his face.He touched the human skin mask very carefully, and finally stopped on the main artery in the neck.

He silently counted Zhang Qiling's pulse in the dark. After a while, Wu Xie raised his head and took another deep breath. At this moment, his stiff body slowly relaxed.

Zhang Qiling felt a sudden dull pain in his heart, he understood what Wu Xie saw.Before opening the bronze door, he knew that Wu Xie had repeated the act of reading countless times, and had also seen countless illusions.

But Wu Xie never mentioned what he saw.

Zhang Qiling didn't open the coffin again, he was silent for a long time, slowly hugged Wu Xie tightly in the dark, and buried his head on his shoulder.

Wu Xie's body froze again, Zhang Qiling closed his eyes, and yelled after a while:

"Wu Xie."

He no longer uses onomatopoeia.These two words are inaudible, as if they came from a very distant place.

That voice passed through mountains and rivers, through the boundless darkness, through the future and overlapping time, like a gust of wind with the taste of snow-capped mountains, it came straight to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie's movements stopped, he lowered his head quietly, and leaned his face on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, the blood gradually soaked the cloth on it.

Finally, he laughed: "People say that when you forget a person, the first thing you forget is his voice. I thought this scene would be a long time later, and even now, I am not unfamiliar with it."