I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

There is an inexplicable smell on the tourists, as distant and ethereal as the frost of the snow-capped mountains, but it is also mixed with the dryness of the smelly water ditch, which makes people dizzy.

Heichuan had a little understanding in his heart, and he probably got entangled with something.

But Kurokawa didn't move, just watched the tourists getting into the car in such a dazed way, withdrew his eyes and followed Mr. Yongji into the museum to meet the curator.

The curator saw Mr. Yongji coming up in two or three steps, held his hand and shook it up and down, and said, "I didn't expect you and I to see each other today", and he was very kind. It seems that the two have common academically. Topic, this is because of academic heart-to-heart talk.

The two walked to the reception room as they talked. Hei Chuan was bored listening to everything from ancient to modern, from all over the world. He took out a notebook and wrote down the conversation between the two of them. The curator over there saw it and stretched out his hand. Zan, "This child has a rare desire to learn."

Teacher Yongji is of course self-effacing: "You are being polite, but you are working harder than ordinary people." But in the end, he didn't stop, and couldn't help adding: "Of course, that dexterity is also rare. "

Kurokawa was close to Mr. Yongji when he was a freshman. After two years, he was regarded as a treasure by Mr. Yongji. I have not set a goal for the time being, why not take a break in his studio now", which is also very important to him.

Otherwise, how could Kurokawa know so many family affairs, and he was also close to him as a family member, so he couldn't help but say a few more...three...many sentences.

The curator naturally knew the metaphorical meaning of Mr. Yongji, pointing and said: "Oh, you, you, you came to me to show off that the students are here."

The two then talked to each other, and Yongji casually asked a guest just now, "He came to the door with a painting of a treasure ship in his hand. I saw this thing at the door. Isn't it a tourist souvenir? Why is there a dispute?"

The curator was puzzled: "Which one are you talking about?"

Then suddenly realized: "It's the tourist who argued that day. I don't know how to clear it up, except that he never visited the door after that day."

Hearing Mr. Yongji's detailed description of the tourist's haggard appearance, the curator was also surprised: "Is it so haggard? I remember that the man's face was still flushed the day he first arrived, and he looked like a kind and well-off businessman. "

The curator first said, "Isn't there a catastrophe at home?" Then he said, "I can't think of any ordeal, which made people haggard to this point within two days."

After entering the reception room, the curator asked Mr. Yongji to sit down, and he went to look for rare ancient books.

Heichuan sat on the seat and turned the pen, clattered, fell on the table within two turns, and there was a soft bumping sound. The teacher over there heard it and coughed slightly to remind Heichuan to pay attention to his image.

Said softly: "You can't act like a child."

Heichuan laughed twice, and slightly stopped his back, but his shoulders leaned against the chair and tilted again, no matter how comfortable he was, he held the pen he had just picked up and looked at the opposite wall, where he saw a few paintings.

There are several picture frames hanging on the wall, one of which is a painting of the treasure ship of the Seven Lucky Gods. It seems that although the curator doesn't like the political meaning of this statement-but who can tell that this painting can bring economic value, so he has to I pinched my nose to recognize it, and I had to hang it everywhere, so that people would know that there was such a deed in their museum.

In the end, it was the lack of money that made people unable to straighten their backs.

The only woman in the Seven Lucky Gods, the painting is not very in line with the aesthetics of modern people, her face is like a dough that has been kneaded, her eyebrows are thin, and she can't find her nose when she is a little distracted, but after all, it is everyone's handwriting. Still showing off.

Kurokawa thought about the tourists just now.

He stared at the portrait in front of him again.

This is auspicious.

Speaking of which, when he was in Edo, he was also a walker, and he saw a lot of things, such as the treasure ship painting, some people bought it and hid it, some people bought it and put it on the wall, and some people rolled it up Stuffed in the pillow and sleep with the painting of the treasure ship at night, it is said that this can make people feel blessed by the Seven Lucky Gods.

It's another matter of luck or not, but looking at the tourists like that, it's clearly evil.

After all, Sendai is the political and economic center of the Northeast. Unexpectedly, in just three days, I saw two things with "God".

Thinking that something happened there too, before the curator came, he heard a yelling and arguing outside, and one of the women's voices was the most shrill and shrill: "Tell me, where did you hide my husband—you guys Why don't you say anything?"

Someone next to her persuaded her: "Chiyo Chiyo, calm down, there are some sensible people here, why would they dismiss you indiscriminately?"

The woman cried and whimpered.

It’s not lively.

Mr. Yongji seemed to think of something, turned around and asked Kurokawa: "Could it be that we met that person this morning?" Then he stood up and strode towards the exhibition hall. He has also been on and off with his wife recently, so he naturally knows that he can't find love. grief and panic.

Teacher Yongji is a good person.

There is no such thing as "concerned about the fate of the world" and "concerned about the future of mankind" such as big and vague goodness, but it is also very empathetic to the tragic experience of others.

After walking to the exhibition hall, he didn't care about the paranoid madness of the woman, nor was he afraid of a lawsuit because of the saliva that was stained with brown sugar, so he squatted down, lifted the woman up very solemnly, and earnestly asked about the appearance of her husband. The woman nodded repeatedly, especially when she heard the words "treasure boat painting", she grabbed Teacher Yongji's arm tightly, "It's him, it's him."

The woman's heart was at a loss, and then she cried and told about the earth-shaking changes in the past three days. It turns out that since the tourist, surnamed Taniguchi, bought the painting of the treasure ship from the museum, somehow a tradition came from the Internet. The best way to pray is to put the treasure boat painting under the pillow and sleep on it overnight.

Chiyo said: "At that time, he thought that after buying this thing, it was left idle. After all, it was a few bills. It is better to make the best use of it."

He sounds like a wealthy businessman, but Taniguchi is indeed doing this when he asks carefully, and he has been in business for many years and has a small savings.

Chiyo continued.

The next day changed. When Chiyo woke up, she found Taniguchi staring straight at the ceiling with her eyes open, muttering as if in a daze: "Is it true?"

Repeat several times.

Chiyo pushed him a few times, but couldn't wake up. He thought it was the babbling in the morning, so he got up and went to do other things. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw that her husband, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, got dressed and his face was flushed. Said: "We are going to get rich." He casually took the car keys and went out.

Not seen for two days since.

"Also called the police."

"It is also known from the police that he is still alive."

"But it seems crazy. I was in the Central Park today, and I went to the former site of Sendai City tomorrow, and I saw it on the surveillance of the highway the next day."

Chiyo looked sad: "Why do good people suddenly go crazy?"

She looked around at the treasure ship paintings in the museum, and then at the staff: "What kind of tricks did you use to destroy our family?"

The friend who came with her hugged Chiyo who was crying, and the huddle together was really desolate.

"This……"

But even though the family was miserable, the headless lawsuit really left the museum at a loss. If the treasure ship painting was really so evil-wouldn't people like them have gone crazy long ago?

So I can only comfort Chiyo, and when Mr. Taniguchi comes to the museum again, I will try my best to stop him, and I must not make this person disappear.

The rest of the.

There is nothing they can do.

On the way back, Kurokawa was driving, and he heard Mr. Yongji sitting in the co-pilot shaking his head and sighing: "Evil door, really evil door, why are there so many things happening all at once? It's all related to the gods."

Yongji sighed again: "It's a pity that I don't recognize gods all my life..."

Kurokawa knows Mr. Yongji's heart knot. He does not admit that there are gods who rule the fate of mankind, but he believes that there are gods as powerful as dinosaurs... In the ancient past, these gods might still rule mankind.

Teacher Yongji once played such a joke with Kurokawa in his spare time.

He said that in ancient times, humans and dinosaurs lived together, but dinosaurs established a powerful dynasty with their powerful physical strength, and they have always ruled humans and other creatures on the earth.

"I can't even talk about slavery. After all, dinosaurs were the overlords at the time. They flew in the sky, ran on the ground, and swam in the water. There were a lot of them. At that time, what were human beings like apes? How did they get into the eyes of dinosaurs?"

Later, a meteorite just fell from the sky, the whole earth shut down and restarted the system, the body of the dinosaur was cleared, "but the soul remained, in the four-dimensional, five-dimensional or six-dimensional space we imagined. , although we live with us, we cannot find the spirit of the dinosaur, but the spirit of the dinosaur can find us."

Then, Teacher Yongji continued: "These spirits remain around human beings, in human consciousness, in human culture and religion."

"And he became a god."

But this is a joke after all, maybe a certain fantasy novel will use this theme to write something, but it must not be said on the stage.

On the car back to the hotel, Mr. Yongji started fantasizing again. He asked Kurokawa: "Kurokawa, do you remember the theory of collective subconsciousness?"

When Kurokawa and Teacher Yongji were doing research, they discovered that there were some amazing coincidences in the cultures of various places. For this reason, Teacher Yongji took him to a few courses in analytical psychology.

What the teacher said was very interesting.

He said that even the oldest ape-men would dream, and there were roasted mammoths and saber-toothed tigers in their dreams, beautiful female ape-men in leather skirts with strings of flowers, and strong male orangutans who looked like King Kong climbing the Empire State Building.

These are the most primitive needs and desires of human beings, as well as the most primitive cultural imprints.

Later, the times evolved, and human beings evolved from primitive tribes to a feudal system, and began to have annoying second-generation ancestors and violent institutions that eat public food—army prisons, human beings still dream, and there are bronze wine glasses and ivory chopsticks in the dream , there is a beautiful girl dressed in dolls sitting on a bronze chariot, and the second generation ancestor hugs the girl as annoying as the rich second generation on the Maserati.

Human beings have progressed, grown up and become educated and know that running around naked on the street is shameful.

The dreams of human beings also began to be diverse.

But have these humans in the feudal era forgotten the dreams of the primitive era?

No, the dreams of the primitive era have not been forgotten, but have sunk into the bottom of the sea like silt. This sea is the collective subconscious of mankind. These dreams, those saber-toothed tiger mammoths, flower bunches and fruits with ears, are all pressed in the depths of human consciousness. deepest.

A layer of mud and sand from the primitive era lay down.

A layer of silt from the feudal era was laid down again.

A layer of silt from the era of capitalism has also been laid down.

In the collective subconscious of mankind, there are so many things that have been added for tens of thousands of years.

But these are all calm, unless the ground shakes and the mountains shake, they won't shake a little bit.

"But once in a while it's peeped. It's as psychedelic as a dream."

The teacher said this was not unintentional.

He asked Kurokawa: "You said those Gao Tianyuan, those gods, are they hiding in the subconscious of human beings and making trouble?"

He clasped his hands tightly: "Otherwise, how did you say that fairy and the current auspicious sky make people feel so miserable."