The evening breeze is cool, wrapped in a trace of freshness, and it seems to be the nature of the mountains.

The night sky is vast, with no stars and no moon. Bow your head, and there is a dead silence all around. Looking up, Zhongtian's eyes are full of desolation. Only from the distant skyline. There was a burst of red lights and green colors, so lively.

After all, the noise between them still couldn't disturb the peace here, Song Xiaocheng and Zeng Yiyi each sat in a futon, quietly looking at the shiny city in the distance. Between the two of them lay a low table, on which was a jar of iced tea that was constantly filling up and a few plates of ordinary snacks. There is no lighting in the four corners, but in a few flower beds and potted plants, some plants that glow beautifully are cultivated.

The two had been talking for half the night, and even the fog beads had already dissipated on the glass pot with iced tea. Song Xiaocheng gently stretched out his right hand and stroked the teapot, and with a trace of warmth pouring into his wrist, the teapot was cold again.

Zeng Yicheng is an elder after all, and he does have the temperament and charm that an elder should have—such as knowledge and wisdom that is enough to make Song Xiaocheng sigh.

People of Song Xiaocheng's age never advocate money, because the process of grabbing wealth is either irreproducible or full of blood and tears. He is also less of a power-seeker, because power and high positions often mean too much self-indulgence. Song Xiaocheng admires only two words the most: ability.

Those who can do what the world can't do, and what the world can't do, that's called ability.

The old man in front of him, in Song Xiaocheng's eyes, is a capable person. At least more capable than he is. The night when the two chatted, they talked about life, the meaning of all things, the future of the country and society, and even talked about the young past of the old man Zeng, but they never talked about the question that Song Xiaocheng was most concerned about - why did he and Lin Yu stay overnight- But when he put down the hammer wrench at hand and no longer babbled like an old naughty boy, the little old man with his lips and beard sat quietly at the tea table during the day, and the little starlight reflected in his relaxed eyes seemed to be hurriedly echoing the autumn moon and spring breeze and the vicissitudes of the sea for decades.

Lin Yu was already tired of the late night at this time, and he was unwilling to leave Song Xiaocheng's side, so he curled up in a rattan sofa and fell asleep with a blanket rolled.

The skyline in the distance had calmed down, and the tea and snacks on the table had long since stopped. I'm afraid the time is almost past midnight, and Song Xiaocheng is also a little sleepy, just barely coping with Teacher Zeng's topic. Gradually, Zeng Yi stopped talking, and both of them fell silent, and there was only some wind on the terrace.

Song Xiaocheng turned his head and looked at Xiao Yu, who was shrunk into a ball, and was hesitating whether to wake her up and go back to his room to sleep, but he was suddenly broken by Zeng Yiyi again.

"Xiaocheng, you've always wondered why I'm staying with you two, right?"

"That's right. Song Xiaocheng suddenly came to a little energetic, turned his head to catch Teacher Zeng's gaze.

"I have a lot of skills that are beyond the ordinary. My knowledge of science and knowledge allows me to do anything, and my keen perception allows me to recognize things that ordinary people can't. Me and my children, we call ourselves 'Mind Society,' do you know what that name means?"

The old man stretched out the prosthetic leg of his left hand to grab the teapot, and Song Xiaocheng was just about to use Igny to cool the tea again, but found that a cold air was already wafting in Mr. Zeng's metal fingers.

"Various organizations and groups are often in the name of their own beliefs, whether it is the Flame Brotherhood or the City of the Dead. We are the same, we defy the rules and constraints of the material world and seek freedom in the spiritual realm, in search of the true meaning of the mind. We pursue the communion between heart and mind, and we firmly believe that the ultimate harmony of living beings should be the unity of spirit. And in front of my keen eyes, I can see through the details of anyone, just like I can see the pure energy in you, and I can also see Igni, as well as your strong self-consciousness that is higher than ordinary people - the will to be 'Song Xiaocheng'.

"No matter what kind of person I am, I can watch it all the time, it's like watching a bowl of tea. Different people, in my eyes, there are deep and shallow, clear and turbid, but they can never escape from the tea bowl, and the tea bowl contains water. Even if I can't see what kind of name is in the water, I can still see eight or nine. ”

As Mr. Zeng spoke, Song Xiaocheng felt a chill. No matter how subtle the other person's words were, it sounded like a "mind reader", which explained why he knew about his strange dream and why he knew about Ganesha's existence. He couldn't help but fidget at the thought that the person sitting across from him could know what he was thinking at all times.

"But she ......"

Zeng Yi mistakenly turned his gaze to Xiao Yu, who was sleeping, and stared at her sharply. After being silent for a long time, he turned his gaze back to Song Xiaocheng's face.

"I couldn't see anything. ”

Song Xiaocheng didn't know how to answer, so he simply remained silent and waited for the old man to continue.

"When I faced her, my eyes were as if they were mortal, and I only saw an ordinary girl sitting in front of me. I couldn't see her self-awareness, I couldn't see her instantaneous memories, I couldn't perceive any trace of energy. She can move, she can talk, she can laugh and make trouble, she is no different from a living person, but her mind is like a blank slate...... No, it's like an abyss, so simple, so deep, so dark. Boundless, bottomless.

"I tried hard to observe, and I tried my best to catch some kind of clue in her......"

"Clues?" Song Xiaocheng asked in surprise. Sure enough, this old guy saw something in Lin Yu.

"That's right. Is that...... That's some kind of relationship, or link. It looks very old, like a radio station in disrepair, which has long been abandoned, but still feeds back. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Song Xiaocheng blurted out, and only after asking did he realize how abrupt his words were, "Uh, I'm sorry." I mean...... Feedback signals?"

"In the depths of her mind, there is an old residual consciousness, a consciousness that does not act on her apparent consciousness. And this consciousness completely interfered with my perception of her mind, I did not know what it was, nor what the origin and purpose of that consciousness was, but I could only barely realize that its relationship originated from an existence long before our time. ”

"So you're leaving us to observe for a few more days?"

"Xiaocheng, I want to ask you, has your girlfriend Lin Yu ever behaved abnormally?"

Song Xiaocheng was silent for a while, hesitating whether to tell him honestly. But it suddenly occurred to me that the other party might have seen through his mind at this time.

"Yes. One night, I saw her sleepwalking. ”

"Which day?"

"Uh...... I don't remember, about half a month ago, the day before the zombie outbreak. ”

"No, I mean, what was the weather like that night?"

Song Xiaocheng instantly got goosebumps. Although it sounded very strange, this problem that couldn't be hit by eight poles just hit his heart.

"It was a full moon. Song Xiaocheng replied calmly.

As he spoke, Zeng Yiyi's eyes seemed to be attracted, and he looked at Song Xiaocheng's side. Song Xiaocheng also followed his gaze, and saw Lin Yu lift the blanket, stand up from the chair, without saying a word, his eyes closed, and walked to the guardrail on the edge of the terrace.

There is no need to be reminded by mistake, Song Xiaocheng also knows that it is only appropriate to watch from the sidelines at this time, and it is not appropriate to make a sound.

Lin Yu stood in front of the guardrail of the terrace, his pajamas waving gently in the wind, and his hair fluttering in the wind, as if he was staring into the distance.

After about half a minute, Lin Yu's body began to gradually emit a white light that seemed to be nothing, a little bit, it didn't seem to exist, but it really seemed to be shining slightly.

Then, Lin Yu's mouth began to make sounds, but it was not the kind of sound that Song Xiaocheng heard that night at all. That night's voice sounded like humming with a fake voice, but with only one tone, today it sounds completely different.

It sounds like you're exhaling violently with a different lip shape, making bursts of sounds like "ha-h-hh-hh-" that sounds like ......

"It sounds like some kind of language. ”

Song Xiaocheng and Zeng Yi mistakenly stood up with the slightest movement possible, retreated to a position a little farther away from Lin Yu, and whispered to each other.

"Was that the same scene last time?"

"Nope. Completely different. Song Xiaocheng replied, "Last time, she was glowing with a pale green light, and her voice was even more weird than this. ”

The whole process lasted about ten minutes. Slowly, the light on Lin Yu's body disappeared, the strange sound stopped, and she returned to the sofa with her eyes closed, rolled up the blanket and continued to sleep. Song Xiaocheng stepped forward and gently woke her up, and the two walked back to the room.

Early the next morning, Song Xiaocheng went downstairs to find Zeng Yi. While Lin Yu was grinding and chirping in the hall eating yogurt-soaked corn chips, the two of them held a toast slice with crispy baked bacon, soft-boiled omelette and pickled cucumber slices, squatting on the steps outside the hall and chatting while eating.

"I don't have a clue either. I'm sorry, kid. Zeng Yiyi looked very depressed, and seemed to have a strong sense of frustration, "I...... I've always been doing things with the science in mind, but in this matter, I can only guess. ”

"Then guess it!" Song Xiaocheng firmly believed that even if he guessed, Mr. Zeng would be more reliable than his guess.

"First of all, her sleepwalking must have nothing to do with the dream you had. Including the Ganesha, the elephant-headed man you mentioned, his level is far from this level. ”

"Then whose level do you think this is?"

"The sound she makes, I think it's like some kind of communication signal, or some kind of communication. Or rather, the consciousness that existed in her mind was resonated by some kind of communication that was taking place in a distant space. It's like a magnetic needle next to a power plant. So, her latent consciousness must be connected somewhere. It's like an electromagnetic signal being forwarded through a relay station......"

As he spoke, Zeng Yi's eyes fell on a crooked plastic tree in front of the door. It was, of course, not a big tree, but a base station that had been scrapped.

"Song Xiaocheng, Lin Yu's sleepwalking time must not be accidental. Do you know what day last night was?"

"What day? Is there a supermarket sale day?"

"Phew!" Zeng Yi mistakenly spat a piece of pickled cucumber on the ground, "Yesterday was a moonless night, that is, the new moon, the moon phase opposite the full moon!"

"Uh...... So what? Is she actually a werewolf?"

"Think about it with your brain! Signal transfer station, sleepwalking on the night of the full moon, sleepwalking on the night of the new moon! If you follow my conjecture of the 'signal transfer station', the 'moon' is very likely to be that transit station! Song Xiaocheng, the subconscious hidden in the depths of Lin Yu's mind is very likely to be linked to the moon!"