Siluo

Pulling off the trousers in reality, my right leg was intact, only a little tingling.At first I didn't take it seriously, but unexpectedly the situation got worse, as if a fire was slowly boiling from my bones.

When he returned to the studio, the back of his shirt was soaked in cold sweat.My complexion was probably not good-looking, and Qin Si was taken aback, and asked what was going on.

Ling Fei said that the logician was very resistant, and was anxious to drive the intruder away, and his mind turned into an attacking monster.She didn't keep up with me at the time, she was a step behind.

"Oh, that's okay." Qin Si relaxed and began to gloat, "Seeing that you can't climb up the attic like this, you can sleep in my room tonight."

I don't know what his plan was, and I didn't have the energy to think about it. The burning pain not only engulfed my right leg, but also kept spreading everywhere.I felt like I was running a fever, dizzy, hot and cold and shivering.

I don't remember how I was dragged into the bedroom by Qin Si and stuffed into the bed. His bedding smelled bad, and it smelled uncomfortable.In a daze, I remembered Meng Lang's bed, that time I slept in his lower bunk for a night because I was drunk and couldn't get up to the top bunk. I wrapped the quilt almost greedily, trying to get the smell all over my body.I dreamed that Meng Lang called me, saying that he was not married and would come to me immediately, he was lying next to me with his clothes on, and I was leaning on him to pass the night, we whispered and said what should be said between lovers.

When I woke up the next day, the fever subsided and my right leg returned to normal.

Sitting on the bed, I asked Qin Si what happened last night, and he muttered a few words, saying it was nothing.

I was a little surprised: "I want to ask, why the reality is also sick after being injured in the inner domain."

"Oh." He seemed to come back to his senses, "Of course, consciousness and matter are two sides of the same body, and the situation in the inner domain will reflect reality. Remember to be careful next time."

"What if the inner domain dies?"

Qin Si lit the ring: "As long as the 'ego' is not lost, you can't die."

I'm relieved, after all, I don't intend to die for work.

Looking out of the window, the sky was already bright, I was about to get up, but found that the corner of my clothes was being pressed by Qin Si.I signaled him to step aside, but he didn't respond at all, staring blankly at the air and seemed unhappy.

Combined with his anomaly just now, I think something might have happened last night. When I recalled that dream, I felt a chill down my spine. I guess I said some indecent sleep talk, which offended him.

This incident made me very depressed, and I avoided Qin Si intentionally or unintentionally all day.Human psychology is really strange. I remember when it was raining heavily when I was in primary school, I slipped and fell into a mud puddle on the way home, and happened to be seen by a classmate.She didn't laugh at me or tell anyone about it, but I was unilaterally ashamed and stopped talking to her.

Of course, it is impossible for me to ignore Qin Si from now on, even though my image in his mind has probably fallen below the average.

After dinner, I went back to the attic, and I turned on the computer to write my collection.

Boom, boom, some vague sound.

Turn off the music, listen carefully, there is indeed a little movement coming from outside the window.I thought it was a cat, but when I opened the curtains, it was a human being.

A man squatted outside the window of the sloping roof on the sixth floor, staring at me with his head hooked.He wore a black cap and a black overcoat that fell long over the tiles.The lights from the construction site came over and outlined his figure in a hard outline, like a strange bird condensed in the night.

"Hey, newcomer." He gritted his teeth, biting a cigarette, with a gloomy voice.

My intuition tells me that this is the last colleague who lived in the attic. I think he climbed the stairs in the middle of the night to scare me. He was really persistent in the cold wind and drizzle for a prank.

I wondered if I should invite him in.He is squatting very close, if I take the initiative to push the window, he is afraid that he will roll down.

The red light of the cigarette butt flickered, and he hecked twice: "Did you see that note?"

Sure enough it was him.

"How did Song Lanzhen explain it to you?" Before I could answer, he whispered again, "Just to remind you, the people here are untrustworthy. If you want to save your life, leave as soon as possible."

I was about to ask him a question when he took out a mobile phone from his butt pocket and pointed the screen at the window.

Through the glass, it was a photo taken on the street, the focus was on a man who looked like Manager Dong.There is an LCD billboard behind him, and the time on it is exactly this afternoon.

"Isn't he dead?" I blurted out.

The man outside the window snorted and said, "The living can die, and the dead can live. You don't know anything, those things hidden in the dark are so well hidden."

After saying that, he stood up and took two steps back, pressed the brim of his hat, jumped down from the sixth and a half floors, and disappeared.

I admit to being a little intimidated.

Indeed, it was Manager Dong who gave me Ling Fei's number, and it was his death that prompted me to come here.

Is it all a trap?Manager Dong, Boss Zhen, Ling Fei, and Qin Si, these four people staged such a show with great fanfare, just to trick me into getting a job?

I have long passed the age of believing that the earth revolves around itself.

The simplest possibility is that the photo was photoshopped, just change the date, and it doesn’t even take 3 minutes.

I moved the freesia on the table a little, and I drew the curtains to continue writing. At the same time, I began to think about several questions: Is the man in black an enemy or a friend, and why did he ask me to leave twice and three times.

He said that the people in 607 are not trustworthy, I have reservations about this, and plan to observe for a while before watching.It’s hard to find a place to live now, and if I want to move out, I have to be prepared to deposit one and three rents in advance, so much money, I can’t afford it for a while.

The so-called suspicious neighbor steals the axe.

Because of what the man in black said, I was a little more vigilant about the studio. After observing, I found a surveillance camera hidden in the corner of the living room.

But this is normal, after all, the office area needs to be anti-theft, as long as there is no one in the attic.

I was wrong.

Open the air outlet of the air conditioner, and there are two pinhole cameras behind the filter, one facing the direction of the desk and the other facing the bed.

I'm thinking bad, I wish it didn't have good night vision.

After dismantling the machine, I found Qin Si and wanted to test his reaction.Despite his restraint, his face changed a bit.

"Let me tell you the truth, that person is called Li Jing, and he is a traitor in the studio."

A knife can kill, but it can also save people, and the ability of Si Luo is the same.

Stealing privacy, manipulating the mind, disturbing the mind, taking life.As long as Si Luo is strong enough, he can do whatever he wants to other people's souls without leaving any evidence.

Qin Si told me that Li Jing was his senior, and the two studied logic under the tutelage of Professor Wang Zhenglan, and graduated and entered the studio successively.It's a pity that Li Jing's mind is not right. Two years ago, he broke the rules of the school and secretly manipulated other people's spirits to amass money and deceive sex.After the incident came to light, Sister Zhen planned to eliminate the division, and Li Jing fled to the south in fright. Since then, there has been no news. This time he took the initiative to show up to sow discord.

"Why didn't you say it before, and made up a lie to deceive me."

Faced with the questioning, Qin Si was not guilty, leaned back on the sofa, and stretched out two fingers brazenly: "First, the background of this is very complicated, you don't need to know so much when you just joined the job. Second, at that time I I don’t know your character yet, I’m afraid you’ll get your brains twisted after hearing Li Jing’s deeds, and learn from the good instead of the bad.”

You don't know me well now.I thought to myself, but didn't say it: "So this pinhole camera was installed by Li Jing?"

Qin Si fiddled with the probe in his hand: "It's me."

I immediately had doubts about his quality.

"At that time, Li Jing's behavior was a bit abnormal. I felt that something was wrong. I only found evidence of his crime after pretending this. Later, he left, and no one lived in the attic, so I forgot to tear it down. Don't worry, it has been two years since then. If you like it, play with it." Qin Si threw the probe at me, turned over, and tossed the goldfish on Ling Fei's table.

Li Jing was right, this man's words were really unbelievable.

With nothing to do, I checked the professor mentioned by Zha Qinsi on the Internet.There are many people named Wang Zhenglan, and the most suitable one should be the dean of the Faculty of Humanities at Meadowst University. He is 67 years old and majors in physical anthropology.I found a list of his monographs, one of which is called "Prophecy and Art of the Guluo Nation".The cover looked familiar to me, and I remembered that I lived in Qin Si's bedroom that day, and there was a copy on his bedside table.

When I mentioned it to Qin Si, he readily lent it to me, and said that all his books are stored in the cabinet on the left hand side of the room, and you can come and pick them up anytime you want to read them, without saying hello to him.

I don't know if Qin Si is naturally generous, or if he takes special care of me.In the past, I didn’t socialize very much at school. Only Meng Lang often talked to me, invited me to play ball, and brought me meals.At first I thought I had some qualities that attracted him, and I fantasized that he had a crush on me for a while, but later I found out that he is good to everyone.

This book is much more obscure than I imagined.

It is not a popular science book, but an anthropological treatise, filled with a large number of special terms that have not been seen before.It is mentioned in the book that the Guluo people originated in the Western Zhou Dynasty and were originally distributed in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River.The clansmen have their own language, without writing, they are good at using prophecy and magic, and can manipulate the soul, so they attract fear and exclusion from other tribes, and they are called "wild people" and "rogues".During the Han Dynasty, the Luo nationality gradually declined, some of them moved westward to the Hunan and Guizhou region, and some of them intermarried and assimilated with the Han nationality.

The prophecy of the Luo family is the word prophecy, and the technique is the mind technique. The medium of the former is logic language, and the medium of the latter is "Weng Ku".The word is a transliteration, and Professor Wang explained it as a ubiquitous medium, similar to "ether".The Luo people believe that Wengku is a big net, and everything is a knot in the net, and all souls are closely connected regardless of each other at the root.

I spent the whole night reading this book, and I didn't go downstairs until noon to catch up on sleep.

The bathroom door is closed, probably Qin Si is washing up, I can't use it for a while, so I go to his room to return the book first.Opening the cabinet on the left hand side, there is a mess inside, most of which are foreign literature: Dostoevsky, Kundera, Calvino... Unexpectedly, he looks rough, but he is still a literary youth in his heart.

Pulling out the "Invisible Cities", I flipped through it casually, and a piece of paper floated out of the book.I bent down to pick it up, glanced at it, and found what was written on it.

"Happy Birthday Unknown Gift"

is my font.

"What are you doing?" Qin Si suddenly appeared at the door.

"I, come to return the book." I was a little nervous for no reason.

When he looked down at the bookmark, his expression turned a little lonely, and he took it back from my hand without saying a word.

"I wanted to tell you later." Qin Si said.

tell me what?

"Luo Weiming." He looked at me, his smile faded, and Xiao Suo's eyes were like a rainy night, "I have known you for four years, and we have been in love for four years. Not long ago, you had an accident and your brain was damaged. You forgot about us Everything that happened in between, you only remember Meng Lang."