Mental Hospital Salvation Daily [Quick Transmigration]

It is said to be a dance party, but it is actually just a group of disgraced people's self-entertainment.The young gentleman washed off the soot on his body, and the girls dressed up, wearing suits and skirts, and looked like upper-class people.

Mr. Xia became interested in this kind of thing.It seems that every time he is interested in something, it is always unexpected. I don't know why, but I just think he has many stories in the past.

After all, how can a person who came to a foreign country at such a young age and is so knowledgeable be so easy to understand.

Isabel, the girl I secretly liked at the time, also came, which made me lose my mind to care about Mr. Xia for a while.When Isabel was finally invited, after a few circles in the dim light, I noticed that he was still standing in the corner, leaning against the wall.

He didn't invite anyone, and finally took off the gray trench coat that looked like he had worn it for several years, and put on a suit.I have to say that he is very suitable for wearing this kind of clothes, as if he has changed from a tourist living at the foot of the mountain to a certain nobleman who is invincible.

He is usually very polite and friendly to me, but from his demeanor and behavior at certain times, as well as the few words he reveals, it makes people feel that he has been in a high position for a long time.

Maybe it was due to his status in the league before, which aroused my curiosity about him even more.

What I haven't told Mr. Xia is that I found an old worker who had learned the Union language and got a lot of notes from him.

I've been learning these on and off for the past year.I can't say exactly why, part of the reason may be that curiosity, and part of the reason is that after getting in touch with those books, I began to feel that the outside world was beyond my imagination, and I couldn't see it if I was confined to this gloomy factory. to those wonderful ones.

After I said goodbye to Isabel, Mr. Xia finally walked out from the corner.We went out together, to the back alley.

The environment there is not good, the garbage is piled next to it, and the sound of the machine running can be heard through a wall.Before I could ask him why he didn't invite a partner, I felt something cold at my feet.

I looked down and saw dark mist gushing from every inch of the narrow wall.Those were as cold as ice, almost freezing my ankles.

From the farthest corner, I saw something covered with thick fur, struggling and roaring, struggling to free its body from the wall.

I have never seen such a horrifying scene, those creatures are dog-like in size, completely devoid of eyes, only a huge mouth full of fangs and drooling from it.You can tell just by looking at them that they are natural hunters.

The pedestrians a few meters behind us disappeared, and the world seemed to have suddenly fallen into a weird side. It was only Mr. Xia and I standing in the narrow alley, with nowhere to escape.

My legs were trembling, not because of cold or fear, but because of some kind of extremely oppressive breath, which was flowing from those creatures I had never seen before.

Mr. Xia stood still a few steps ahead of me.I could only watch those creatures approaching rapidly, and with every roar, I felt my sanity collapse further, the whole world was reorganized in front of me, and madness climbed up my spine little by little.

But the starlight whizzed past me and took everything away.

I can hardly imagine my eyes, but there are really dazzling colors like raging rivers, brushing against me.

This color should not exist in the world, just by seeing it, I know it does not belong to this planet.Any painter who can see this scene will suffer for the rest of his life, because they can't paint this beauty.

At this moment, I felt like I was in the sea of ​​thousands of stars, my feet were light and light, and I was completely separated from the alleys full of sewage and this busy and crowded city.

In the confused colors, I saw Mr. Xia raised his right hand, and the starlight swept towards his hand like a vortex, converging into a ball, constantly annihilated and reborn, and when it finally spewed out again, all the attackers The figure was engulfed in it, and it could no longer be seen, and it didn't even have time to utter a whine.

When everything dissipated, it was an ordinary alley again.I saw that at the cuff he just rolled up, the handwriting that was once carved on the inside of the forearm is rapidly healing.

I have never seen such a healing speed before. The blood scabs have all fallen off in half a second, and the new skin is completely the same as before.Before the hideous wound disappeared, relying on my shallow knowledge of alliance characters, I recognized those two characters.

Other than that, I couldn't see anything clearly.Mr. Xia's face was as usual, as if it was just a trivial matter, such as poking a few ants to death with a branch.

He looked back at me and said softly, "Let's go."

I nodded quickly and followed him cautiously, my mind was completely full of the scene just now.

We didn't talk about it until we got back to the foot of the mountain in the carriage that day.I said goodbye to him and went home without telling anyone about it. When I woke up the next day, I even wondered if it was a dream.

Now the "male wizard" theory that my friend once said has been established in my mind. It is said that they all use black magic.

But maybe it was the year I got along with Mr. Xia, it was so strange, I thought it was so natural, and it should be like this.In the afternoon of that day, I went to his wooden house without knowing what kind of mentality I was holding.

Mr. Xia opened the door with the same expression as before, and then made me a cup of black tea.

When he handed me the cup, I saw a new scar on his right hand, with the original two words engraved on it.I secretly took note of their shapes and thought about going back to find out what they meant.

The incident in the alley was not mentioned for a long time afterwards.I didn't find out what those two words were, because I forgot them all on the way back, and they were completely wiped out.Later, Mr. Xia never rolled up his sleeves in front of me, but I know that scar has always been there.

Soon Isabel attracted all my attention. She has a sweet smile and golden hair. In this smoky city, she is too dazzling to ignore.

She also had a good impression of me, and finally agreed to my pursuit at the beginning of spring next year.

In those few days, I was in an unprecedentedly good mood. When Mr. Xia handed me a teacup, he asked, "What happened?"

I quickly told him everything about Isabel.After he finished listening, he smiled and offered his blessings to me.

I was still lying on the sofa that day, reading his collection of books.After opening one of his favorite books, a thick handwritten manuscript fell out of it.

Like a coincidence, I began to read the manuscript with uncontrollable curiosity and guilt for prying into other people's privacy.But—I console myself with this thought—Mr. Xia has never stopped me from watching anything of his, probably because he really doesn't mind.

With my poor alliance language, I can only understand a little bit intermittently.

One of the best to understand is a detailed orientation map.The most central city is probably called Arcadia, or something. Mr. Xia marked many routes from other cities, with the names of different materials and many people's names written on them.

After studying for a long time, I finally realized that these are supply lines.

I have never heard the name of this city, and I don't know why he studies these.Those are very basic survival materials, and there should be no shortage in normal cities, so there is no point in planning like this.

Turning back, all are formulas that I have never seen before.Among them, there are nearly a hundred pages of formulas and calculations next to the hand-drawn drawings of similar stations and strange armor.

I hurriedly turned to the last page and noticed a frequent occurrence of the word "d06", which is probably what he researched.

Still harboring some kind of guilt, I put my handwritten manuscript back, and the already thick book was even more bulging, and it was barely able to be stuffed back into the bookshelf.Later, I still talked to Mr. Xia about the handwritten manuscript. He smiled and said, "It's okay, just read it if you want."

So I flipped through it a few more times, but I really couldn't understand it, so I lost much interest.

Looking at these seriously, it is already five months later.This day, Mr. Xia is going to do a big cleaning of the house, take out all the materials, and prepare to rearrange.

I sat among the thick pages of the book, casually flipping through many of his notes.One of the documents with hundreds of pages caught my attention. The writing format on it was very special, with brackets and numbers, and various things mixed together.

The unremarkable name is at the top of the note - Alpha.

"Oh, this." Mr. Xia leaned forward from behind the half-meter-high page and took a look, "This is a program."

I've never heard the term, and I thought it was something unique to the league.

Mr. Xia continued this topic: "If you have a very powerful thing now, such as this program, which can control the energy on the entire planet. It can save many people, but this thing has ulterior motives when it was first created. .”

He went on to say: "The producer said it was for everyone's benefit, and everyone helped him to do it together, but in fact he secretly manipulated it so that this thing can completely obey his own orders. Even in times of crisis, Deliberately hid this thing. What kind of person do you think he is. "

"Probably some villain." I shrugged.

"I think so too." Mr. Xia nodded appreciatively, and continued to sort out the materials.

After this time, he would sometimes talk to me about strange issues. The topics were huge, ranging from revolution to faith, which I had never thought of before.

"If," he once said casually, "someone suddenly tells you that he is going to start a revolution, so your city has been isolated from other places, and you can only stay here for a long time afterwards, and you will be banned because of it." Involved in the war. Then remember, he must not be a good person."

"It depends." At that time, I was sorting my clothes and preparing to say goodbye. "For example, what kind of revolution is he making?"

"It's hard to describe, but it's not the kind that is completely useless." Mr. Xia smiled this time, "So everyone else is very good and has their own reasons to fight. Only he doesn't have it. He's just joining in the fun."

This time I hesitated, and finally said: "Actually, I feel that the protagonist is the same person every time you talk about it. Is he your friend? I always feel that you don't like him very much."

"Probably." Mr. Xia said, turning the book again.

On the way back, I was thinking maybe he didn't really want to discuss it with me.All the questions in his heart have established answers, no matter what I answer, it will not change.

He may be trying to confide something to others, but I am obviously not a qualified object.Those theories, those worlds he constructed are too unimaginable to be understood by an ordinary worker.

During these years of getting along, he is not a person who is easy to open his mind, because until today I am completely ignorant of his past.Then how long has a person like him been alone before he has the desire to speak like this?Probably too long to imagine.

The day was still moving forward, and he took off his gray trench coat again, and it was my wedding when he put on a suit.

After hearing those rumors, Isabel never dared to get too close to him, and persuaded me not to continue dealing with him, and this was the only time I didn't listen to her advice.

Later, due to health problems, I was forced to leave the factory and found a job as a translator in other places relying on my knowledge of the Union language.Although the salary is not high, but I can maintain a living, which is something I never thought of before.

A few years later, reforms began to take place in Yingbuluo.Employed child labor and excessive labor began to be opposed by everyone, and soon the sanitary conditions in the factory began to be changed, and new standards were specified to ensure that everyone could work normally in a good environment.

When the bill was introduced, there were parades everywhere.Once Mr. Xia saw those people protesting sharply, a kind of gentleness swept his eyes.

I have never seen such emotion before, and his previous gentle smile was too distant in comparison.Probably, probably some other story from the past that touched him suddenly.

In the No. 20 years of my acquaintance with him, I came to his wooden house again at dusk.

To my surprise, there was no one in the house.

I tried to search around, and when it was close to night, a thick fog poured down from the mountain, carrying a bone-deep coldness.At the foot of the mountain, I heard a very dull roar like thunder.

At first, I thought it was a bear out hunting.But then the sound changed to a high-pitched howl, like a pack of wolves, or like a giant elephant.

In the mist on the top of the mountain in the distance, there is a faint figure moving slowly, shaking the ground with every step.It is so huge that the towering mountains are only about at its chest, so I can see its huge head turning, its long trunk dancing among the clouds and mist, and making a dull roar.

I didn't see its appearance clearly, I could only see an outline, but just like this, the feeling of losing my mind came, and I don't know how many times more violent than the last time.

I felt my stomach swell wildly, and a feeling of wanting to vomit came up in my throat, with the sweet smell of blood.Every inch of blood vessels began to burn, and my brain was about to be smashed by the tingling sensation. I saw some strange eyes densely packed, and they were about to appear in my field of vision.

But a hand gently covered my eyes, and then the man grabbed my shoulder, turned me around, and let go.

It was Mr. Xia, and he said in the same tone as usual: "Go back quickly, it's already late."

"Wait," I grabbed him subconsciously, "Can...can you tell me, what exactly is that?"

Mr. Xia was silent for a while: "You shouldn't know what it is. I can only tell you that it is called Changna Fang Geng, and it is an elephant god worshiped by some people."

At last I could still hear its terrible roar as I staggered away.Mr. Xia went up the mountain alone, his gray back was covered by layers of clouds and mist.

I saw him again in the cabin the next afternoon.This time he had some wounds on his body, wrapped in bandages. This was the first time I saw him injured except for writing.Similarly, these seemingly serious injuries healed within two days.

The Ganesha is gone, I don't know what happened to it, and I never saw it again.

The parting between Mr. Xia and I happened three years after we met No.30.

His appearance has not changed at all since we met.At that time, I had given up thinking about what kind of existence he was.Age also prevents me from concentrating for a long time and reading thick books, so most of the time, I just sit at his house, drink some tea and leave.

So one day, when he told me he was leaving, I couldn't believe it.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I don't know." He replied, "But I won't be back. Gaspar," he patted me on the shoulder at last, "It's a time to be with the person you like all the time, and you should cherish it."

I think of the picture that frequently pops up in my notes. It is a lighthouse standing in the endless ocean, surrounded by circling birds.Mr. Xia's painting skills are not very good, only this painting is vivid, as if he has seen it countless times.

I guessed without basis that he should go back there.

There is also the word he carved on his hand. After many years, I finally know that it is a name, but who it is and where it went, I am completely ignorant.Just like I don't know why the second half of the handwritten poem is missing, and why the person he has been waiting for hasn't come back to tell him.

This traveler dressed in gray came to the foot of Yingbuluo Mountain at some time, and then left so silently, no one except me knew.I never saw him again after that.

I sent him up the mountain, and saw the valley behind, where there were huge traces left by the elephant god a few years ago, and now they have completely disappeared.

It was raining lightly outside, and the water vapor curled up from the river around the valley, and was oppressed by the sky.The mountains are surrounded by clouds and mist, entwining the last light of the evening sun.The dark damp climbed up his gray windbreaker, and he took only a few notes, and he left the wooden house, clinging to the bright yellow light, and walked deep into the distant mountains at such an evening.