Ruyizhai

Book next time.It is said that this new human being wakes up and returns to his body, and is about to embark on a new adventure... Oh, wait a minute, I was wrong!All the judges... Alas!Wrong, wrong!Now that Wu Xingchen has returned to the 31st century from the illusory and impossible "Six Worlds and Beyond", the form of the narrative has to come back. It can no longer be easily divided into several lines, multiple lines parallel, and the characters look at each other The change began to analyze its psychology.So, start playing the song "Weird Fruit" now.

Wu Xingchen stared at the dense canopy above his head that covered the sky and the sun. The air was humid and the sun was soft. A tree of Cymbidium spinosa quietly stretched its branches beside him, sending bursts of fragrance, which was quite refreshing.Looking at the sky in the forest, Wu Xingchen judged that this rainforest had either just ushered in the morning, or was about to enter dusk. Thinking of this, he had a headache for no reason, sat up quickly, supported his forehead, massaged his temple with one hand, and said with difficulty He said, "Doctor, has my returning home syndrome worsened?"

Then, the female doctor is going to answer Wu Xingchen's question.

The female doctor said: "Yes, by comparing the last physical health report uploaded by your terminal ten years ago when you were still conscious and your current health report, it is found that the genome called 465 in your body has undergone significant changes. , this genome is mainly used to preserve the genetic memory inherited from ancient humans that is unnecessary for new humans, so it can be speculated that your returning home syndrome has developed the late symptoms of 'returning to ancestors'."

Wu Xingchen said: "Is it also because of this genome change that I suddenly fell into a coma in the apartment ten years ago?"

"The laboratory has great confidence in this speculation." The female doctor said.

Wu Xingchen still had a headache and was still rubbing his temples, he asked, "Is Ruyizhai still missing?"

The female doctor said: "Two minutes and ten seconds have passed since you last mentioned Ruyizhai. Is he the one you think of every two minutes?"

Wu Xingchen said: "We were together in the dream I told you, and before I lost consciousness, that is, before I saw the green light, I saw him tied up, maybe He was kidnapped, did you call the police?"

Wu Xingchen raised his head suddenly, and looked at the female doctor suddenly: "I know, call the police! Yes! It's my subconscious mind that I want me to call the police, otherwise I won't keep dreaming of a mirror! That's a homonym, It's a play on words, doctor!"

Wu Xingchen stood up and started pacing in the rainforest, chattering non-stop: "The Buddhist caves in the dream, the five Buddhist caves in 730, and the new Buddhist caves that are being dug are my subconscious speculations I have made more than 730 conjectures about the whereabouts of Zhai! I can think of so many possibilities in my dreams, but if you ask me to guess now, I can only speculate that he was kidnapped, otherwise he could go to Where... Where will he go? It's been ten years, and ten years have passed in one fell swoop..." Wu Xingchen trotted up to the female doctor, looked at her and asked, "Can I get my terminal back? Need to look up what 261 Avenue Laspa in Paris is like now, there used to be an antique shop there, I don't mean before the war, I mean ten years ago, Ruyizhai was the owner of the shop, his shop Burnt, he..."

The female doctor smiled, patted Wu Xingchen's hand, motioned him to sit down, and said, "Please calm down, Mr. Wu, your terminal cannot be returned to you for the time being, don't worry, you are returning home in Paris, Texas." The nursing home will receive the most complete treatment and care, and you will receive the top solutions provided by the best team."

"The solution?" Wu Xingchen was stunned for a moment, his whole body turned cold, his expression became dazed, he backed up, his calf bumped into a chair, he sat down, and said, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure..."

He took two deep breaths before speaking again: "I just woke up from a coma, and now I'm a little confused, it's too rude just now."

The female doctor smiled: "Understand, understand."

Now, the piece "Weird Fruit" continues to play.

Wu Xingchen lay on the chair, put his hands on his lower abdomen, and looked at a cocoa tree. There were about a dozen yellow cocoa fruits hanging from the branches. Are there more than a dozen?He counted.

One, two, three... sixteen, seventeen... and half of them were hidden under a dark green leaf, which reflected light, and Wu Xingchen closed his eyes.

Now, the female doctor continued to talk to Wu Xingchen.She asked: "Mr. Wu, then tell me about the two murders you encountered when you were unconscious."

Wu Xingchen's mood gradually relaxed during the music, his breathing gradually calmed down, and his tone became calmer. He said, "The first one is that an Asura king tore a wrestler in two."

"You mean King Asura tore apart the body of Lushi with his bare hands?"

"Yes."

"Did Lux ​​squirt a lot of blood?"

"No."

"Did Lux's intestines fall out?"

"It seems not."

"seem?"

"The guts of Lux did not fall out."

"Then, was Lux's head torn in two?"

"The wrestler's head was torn off."

Wu Xingchen opened his eyes and looked at her as the female doctor wrote, and said, "Is that a dream? Because everything is illogical and illogical."

The female doctor smiled and asked again, "What about the second murder?"

Wu Xingchen said: "The demon king Bo Xun cut off Xu Lingmo's head with a single knife."

"Bo Xun refers to the Demon King of the Six Desires in the Buddhist classics, right?"

"Yes."

"You pointed out that Xu Lingmo is a flying sky, right?"

"Yes."

"But there is no record of this Sulingmo in any Buddhist classics on the terminal."

Wu Xingchen said: "Then the terminal provided the meaning of the word Sulingma in ancient Indian language?"

"This is a word that doesn't exist in the terminal," said the female doctor, "including the Jiachan you mentioned, the daughter of love."

Wu Xingchen let out a long sigh.A group of flamingos are walking in the rainforest, the leaves are rustling, a few slender legs stand in the distance, and a few furry pink heads poke out in the dense forest.The flamingo's eyes are round and red.

The female doctor asked, "So, what weapon did Bo Xun use?"

Wu Xingchen said, "A knife."

"Lancet, simple sword, or samurai sword?"

Wu Xingchen shook his head: "It was very dark at the time, so I didn't see clearly."

The female doctor nodded: "Understood, then, did Xu Lingmo bleed a lot after his head was cut off?"

"No," Wu Xingchen said after thinking for two seconds, "There should be, maybe I didn't notice, I didn't pay close attention to the sheets and the walls."

"Do you think it's because you didn't observe the sheets and the wall carefully, so you didn't notice the distribution of Xu Lingmo's blood?"

"Yes, I was paying attention to Ruyizhai. He knocked Bo Xun unconscious with one palm. I don't know where he got such a lot of energy. He couldn't even lift a mechanical body."

"Dreams are fictional worlds created by the dreamer, and everything is possible in the fictional world," said the female doctor.

Wu Xingchen said, "Understood."

A pink flamingo looked back at him, surrounded by green, its pink feathers striking against the green.Wu Xingchen closed his eyes again, and he asked: "But the fictional world of the dreamer is also based on the dreamer's cognition of the world, the concept of things, and the 'reality' recognized by the dreamer, isn't it? ?”

The female doctor was still writing something, swish, swish, swish, and when she heard Wu Xingchen's heart itch, she opened her eyes to look at her again.The female doctor didn't change her smile and didn't speak.Wu Xingchen's heart was itchy again, and he was still hairy. He sat up again, put his hands on his lap, and said: "A fictional dream is based on the 'truth' that the dreamer trusts, so such a fiction can be called Fiction?"

"So you think your dream is actually real, don't you?"

"No." Wu Xingchen said, "I think my dream reflects the real me, at least part of the real me."

The female doctor asked: "So, do you think that fiction has the ability to surpass reality?"

Wu Xingchen replied: "Maybe, I'm sorry, ten years of coma have made my logic a bit confused now. On the one hand, I think it is difficult for fiction to surpass reality, but dreams are a counterexample. When people dream, they are unconstrained. However, dreams It is also based on people's subconsciousness, that is, based on the truth about themselves that people don't fully understand. I am really confused now..." Wu Xingchen was so confused that he said whatever he thought of, "The truth is not the truth, and the truth is not the truth. Perhaps fiction is based on a truth we have not yet discovered."

The female doctor said: "The undiscovered truth? Or do you want to talk about the undiscovered principle? You know, 'truth' and 'discovery' cannot be used together."

Wu Xingchen said, "Really? Ten years ago...it wasn't like this."

The female doctor smiled: "So, do you speculate that your indifference to the murder in your dream is also true from your part?"

Wu Xingchen said with some frustration: "I don't know, it's hard. I can still recall that feeling. Will dreams leave such deep traces in the memory center? Dreams are not fleeting, they will soon Will it be forgotten? It is of no benefit to life or work. People should not waste memory space on remembering dreams and remembering the feelings left over from dreams," Wu Xingchen said, covering his head with a headache "But I remember everything, I remember very clearly, I was just shocked when Lishi was killed, and I even felt happy when Xu Lingmo died..."

"Happy? You mean that you witnessed the death of a stranger, and instead of feeling sorry for him, you felt a kind of joy, or excitement for him?"

Wu Xingchen hesitantly chewed the vocabulary provided by the female doctor: "Happy...excited..."

"Did you get goosebumps? Did your heart beat faster at that moment?"

Wu Xingchen thought about it, raised his head, and nodded solemnly.

The female doctor also nodded: "Understood."

Wu Xingchen then explained: "That's because he revealed in his speech that he and Ruyi Zhai had a wake-up act."

"So, have you confirmed with Ruyizhai?"

Wu Xingchen said, "No."

After answering this question, Wu Xingchen's ears felt hot immediately, he covered his face, and before the female doctor could speak, he began to talk endlessly: "Jealousy makes my spirit weak, so that I am angry , anger kills my compassion, empathy, that must be it."

The female doctor asked: "Have you ever had any awakening behavior with Ruyi Zhai?"

Wu Xingchen shook his head.

"Do you want to have sex with him?"

"If the partner does not express the same willingness, the other party should not force the other party."

The female doctor nodded and said: "Yes, according to common sense, the other partner should realize that they are out of sync in waking, and should choose to give up this relationship, and instead find and cultivate a partner who is more in tune with each other. Companionship."

"It should be like this." Wu Xingchen said, "I'm sorry, I'm a little messed up." He immediately changed his words, "I'm completely messed up, ten years of coma life must have completely destroyed my nervous system, memory function, and emotional mechanism. It's messed up, and the endocrine data must be messed up."

Wu Xingchen coughed twice. Sitting in this tropical rainforest-themed consultation room, his throat felt extremely uncomfortable.The female doctor's voice sounded again, her voice was so soft and calm, like a trickle, slowly flowing through Wu Xingchen's thoughts, bringing some comfort to his restless soul.She said: "It's not your problem, it's homecoming. Did you know that such symptoms are very common in patients with homecoming. Once the genetic memory of ancient humans involves partnerships, there are too many things that can be added to homecoming." The genome of symptoms like what you say is jealous, what you say is angry, what you say is truth, what you say is truthful and the disregard for life you show, disrespect for the dead, and violence.”

Wu Xingchen felt more comfortable, and asked, "Is there any treatment?"

"Do you want to be treated?"

"Of course..." Wu Xingchen pursed his lips.

Then, the playback of "Weird Fruit" is suspended.The wind in the tropical rainforest tended to be still, and the last leaf fell from the branch. Wu Xingchen said, "Is today's medical treatment over?"

The female doctor said: "Your entire course of treatment has ended, and the report will be sent to your mother Xiaoyue."

"Are you going to let me go home?"

The female doctor smiled and said: "It is recommended that you go to the war camp as soon as you leave the clinic. Your anti-human personality has already begun to show, so don't worry about it. Your mother will get a considerable amount of subsidies from the Department of Social Services. You You can also communicate with him by text or letter through the exclusive terminal of the war camp at any time."

The female doctor said again: "Of course you can also choose to go home, but according to your diagnosis and treatment results, you may hurt yourself or your loved ones, please seriously consider it."

The female doctor walked up to Wu Xingchen, Wu Xingchen stood up, and the female doctor led him out of the consultation room with a smile.Two young men in black military uniforms were standing in the corridor outside the clinic. Seeing him, they looked at each other without saying a word.Wu Xingchen asked them: "Are you from the war camp?"

The blue-eyed man in military uniform smiled and said, "No, I just came here to find some coffee."

The black-eyed man in military uniform held a virtual Super Eight camera in his hand, pointed at Wu Xingchen, and kicked Wu Xingchen: "Nonsense! Have you seen this military uniform?"

The blue-eyed man laughed loudly, the black-eyed man ran up to Wu Xingchen, and ran backwards while filming him with the camera, the blue-eyed man grabbed Wu Xingchen and walked to the end of the corridor, Wu Xingchen asked him: "Would you like to go?" Is it a war camp? Where is the terminal? Can you contact your family? Do you know a person named Ruyizhai?"

The dark-eyed man gestured and said from a distance: "Okay! Here we have to use a handheld camera to show the anxiety of the protagonist! Bra,, vo!"

Seeing that the blue-eyed man grabbed him to a door, Wu Xingchen blinked his eyes and listened carefully, it was very quiet outside.

The corridors are also very quiet.

The camera lens is almost attached to Wu Xingchen's face, the virtual Super Eight hisses, and the non-existent film spins rapidly.

The man with black eyes was spitting, excited: "Yes! Yes! Good! Good! Looking up at the camera highlights the psychological state of the character that is different from ordinary people, and the close-up shot narrows the distance between the protagonist and the audience, bringing the audience into the protagonist's daze step by step. Overwhelmed inner world!"

The man with blue eyes kicked open the door, the sun was dazzling outside the door, Wu Xingchen couldn't help but raised his hand to cover it, his eyes narrowed, the only man in his hazy vision was the man with black eyes - he ran to the door In addition, he put on an Arri mini video camera in his hand, holding the handle on the camera and still running backwards, he also yelled: "Run! Run! Soldier No. 465! Run!! You are in On the battlefield! Have you seen "Paths of Glory", "Saving Private Ryan", "Hacksaw Ridge", "Dunkirk", and "1917"! Let us run in the flames of war and in long shots !!"

A snarl interspersed with the black-eyed man's yell: "Bazooka! Bazooka!"

The blue-eyed man kept shouting: "Get down! Get down!" and dragged Wu Xingchen to the ground.

boom!Boom!Clap clap!Da da da da!

There was smoke and dust everywhere, the sound of machine gun fire, and the sound of bombing. Wu Xingchen quickly hugged his head. After lying on the ground for a long time, Wu Xingchen finally came to his senses. There is no doubt that he has now arrived at the war camp.

The surrounding gunfire stopped, but the smoke and dust from the bombing still filled Wu Xingchen's eyes. He rubbed his eyes and looked back. Amidst the gray smoke, the words "Texas-Paris Homecoming Nursing Home" emerged.

boom!

There was another explosion, and Wu Xingchen put his head in his hands and buried his head again.

"Hey, if you're like this, when will you get to the camp? Are you still going?"

Hearing what the people next to him said, Wu Xingchen glanced to the side, the blue-eyed man had already got up from the ground, lit a cigarette, and looked at him with the cigarette in his mouth: "You are really hopeless ?”

Wu Xingchen said, "Are you talking about the diagnosis and treatment results?"

The blue-eyed man nodded. Because he didn't know where it came from, the smoke and dust raised by the successive bombings finally dispersed. Wu Xingchen saw the trenches not far away and the simple protection made of sandbags. On the wall, I saw corpses of horses, people, guns, shells the size of palms, and tanks that were blown in half. There seemed to be mountains in the distance, and there seemed to be a tall tower on the mountain.

Wu Xingchen asked the blue-eyed man: "Where is the camp?"

The blue-eyed man looked towards the high mountains in the distance, and his eyes changed instantly. He grabbed Wu Xingchen and ran to the nearby trench, shouting: "Suzaku! Suzaku!"

The two fell into the trench together, crackling and crackling, the blue-eyed man pressed Wu Xingchen, and when the noise passed, there was another loud bang, and at the same time, sand and stones fell from the trench Rain, Wu Xingchen closed his eyes tightly and held his breath. When the noise and the rain of sand and stones stopped, he coughed and rubbed his eyes.The blue-eyed man had already let go of him, turned around and lay down on the trench, Wu Xingchen also turned around and lay down on the trench, the blue-eyed man looked at the wreckage of a nearby helicopter, looked around, climbed out Trenches, the cat leaned close to the past.Black smoke billowed from the tail of the helicopter. The blue-eyed man kicked the cabin and dragged out the unconscious pilot.The man pulled out the dagger hidden in his military boots and wiped the pilot's neck with one knife.The pilot was wearing a white military uniform.

Another murder!

This is murder!

No, no, maybe the pilot suffered serious internal injuries, and the man was just giving him a treat...

No, no, no, this is still murder!

Wu Xingchen shivered, not daring to breathe, and suddenly heard: "Hahahaha, Ridley Scott!"

It turned out that the black-eyed man ran over in a hurry, still holding the Alai mini camera. He ran fast, but his hands were steady, and the virtual camera kept moving in a straight line.

The blue-eyed man saw the black-eyed man, saw the camera in his hand, aimed at the camera, stepped on the dead body of the pilot in white uniform, and whistled to the sky.At this time, his eyebrows suddenly became a little red, his body shook twice, and he knelt down on the ground.The black-eyed man jumped twice in excitement, facing the blue-eyed man's body, he squatted on the ground and kept changing angles to shoot the blue-eyed man lying face-to-face on the ground—he should be dead.

The second dead...the second homicide, the murder...definitely the murder...premeditated murder...

No, if this was in a war camp, there was no such thing as willful murder, according to Union rules.

What's happening here is war.

The black-eyed man gasped in excitement, "Ha! Sniper! No, no, no Lone Survivor, no Navy SEALs, and no Clint Eastwood! Corpses...uh...corpses, "Portrait of a Killer", installation art, "Annihilation", "a bullet hit the black-eyed man's feet, he didn't take it seriously, and continued to shoot around the blue-eyed man, muttering," or to paraphrase Terrence Malick filter, HA! Genius! Brilliant! Dizzy death! A vomit bag to every audience that enters!!"

Another bullet grazed the black-eyed man's military boot.Wu Xingchen swallowed his saliva, looked around, climbed out of the trench, grabbed the black-eyed man and ran back, he grabbed him and sat in the trench, panting: "You will die!"

The black-eyed man blinked and blinked, with an incredulous expression on his face: "Black soldier 465, this is a fucking battlefield! Everyone on the battlefield will fucking die, what the hell are you yelling about!"

Wu Xingchen still can't believe it at this moment, he actually came to the damned war camp!