Qiu Xuan shook her head, "At first, I was indeed so skeptical, but now, I think it should be another possibility." ”

Ya didn't follow her words, but glanced at it and said, "Get used to it, anyway, you are always suspicious and suspicious, you shouldn't be the executioner, you should go to the throne." ”

Qiu Xuan: "...... Get down to business. ”

"Okay, then tell me, what other possibilities are there?"

Qiu Xuan's fingertips subconsciously tapped in the air, "In reasoning, there is a more familiar writing technique called trickery narration. ”

"Through narration, the writer subjectively intervenes in the story, and uses the structure of the article or the writing technique to deliberately conceal or mislead the reader about certain facts. In our world, this is called a 'tricky narrative.'" Qiu Xuan raised her eyes to look at Ya and Ed, who were sitting opposite, and spoke without hesitation in the noise barrier that had been erected earlier. If you think about it, all the manifestations of the Seraphim from the very beginning when we first came into contact with the Seraphim in the fire of St. Canaan until now. ”

"It is important to note that the 'trickery narrative' is not a complete lie and a deception. It is also narrating the truth, but it uses a method similar to visual dislocation to separate the original 'truth', so that the viewer, that is, us now, looks at the past from our perspective, and obviously all the clues feel that there is no deviation, but in fact the order of the 'truth' has begun to be misplaced. ”

Ed's original world of origin is infinitely close to Qiu Xuan, and compared to Kiya, he can empathize with it from these words. Immediately patted the door of his head, and leaned forward a little excitedly.

"You're trying to say that the uncle Seraphim we saw is not an impostor who replaces someone else, on the contrary, he is the real Seraphim. But since we are now in the mental world of the mentally ill outside of reality, the truth of the incident is like a 'trick narrative' for us, and any deviation in the timeline will lead to the asymmetry of the known information. ”

Qiu Xuan learned the tone of the fake Mr. A of the mercenary organization before and nodded at Ed, "Young man, you have a very promising future. ”

So the latter began to scratch his head and giggle.

Ya gave him an unbearable look, and then quickly turned her head. "But after all you said, we still don't understand what you call 'hidden truths', how do we find them?"

"If you want to crack the 'tricky narrative', you can only find the flaws and details of each key point and guess and doubt it little by little." As she spoke, Qiu Xuan glanced at Ya, who was speechless. "So it's not unreasonable to 'keep doubting and doubting', not every emperor who ascends the throne can live a good life, but it is the norm for an emperor who is not suspicious to die early."

Ya: "...... As for it, I'll just say it to you. ”

"So now, I'm the 'Seraphim.' The middle-aged man in the hospital who was burned and disfigured was the 'Seraphim', and the middle-aged man sitting down below who liked to be a housewife was the 'Seraphim' - you know, they were the same person......" Qiu Xuan shrugged and pulled the topic back on track, "There is also a 'Seraphim'. ”

"What did you say?!"

"I said, besides that, there's a seraph." Qiu Xuan leaned forward a little and leaned on the table to look at them.

"Right now, sitting in the crowd below."

……

Seraphim slumped limply in his chair, his sweat dripping from his skin and even the floor under the chair.

A staff member next to him was worried that it would cause an electric shock accident, so he skillfully cut off the power supply temporarily. Beckoning, two nurses stepped forward with towels and electrolytic drinks, one responsible for wiping the seraphim's exposed skin, and the other responsible for pinching his chin and pouring the electrolytic drink into it.

"Five minutes to go."

One of the staff members looked at the watch in his hand, and as he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the Seraphim who was slumped in the electric chair like a dead dog.

"Hold on a little longer, there's only five minutes left." "You should know that what you did deserved to be paid for in exchange for your life, but for special reasons and as evidenced by your mental condition...... Alas, in short, bear with me, and soon, you will forget about that despicable crime. ”

Seraphim looked as if he had been fished out of the water, and he kept half-rolling his eyes and expressionless, as if he didn't care about anything at all. It wasn't until the admonishing staff member said, "You will soon forget your despicable sins and be reborn under the forgiveness of the Father," and he suddenly went crazy and struggled violently.

The two nurses around them were almost startled, because they didn't expect that a patient who had been electrocuted to such an extent would have the strength to resist and struggle. After not paying attention to the shaking of the chair for a while, the nurses quickly reacted and tightened the restraint straps on both sides of the armrests.

Seraphim was restrained from struggling with all his strength, and he sat still, shaking and laughing. The person in charge of the leader frowned quietly, as if he didn't want to feel a little unbearable to hear the sound from his throat again, and waved his hand to signal the two surrounding nurses to step forward and press the wet towel between his teeth again.

It not only ensures that the seraph does not hurt himself in the severe pain, but also prevents him from continuing to have convulsions.

Seraphim suddenly raised his eyes in the midst of inhuman laughter and cries, his bloodshot eyes staring at the person in charge, his lips grinning to the base of his ears, but a few cloudy tears rolling out of his eyes.

"Who am I?"

He looked at a few pairs of suppressed palms, as if he had suddenly lost all the strength to resist, and just looked at the person in charge stubbornly. He asked again, "Who am I?" Please, tell me, please......"

The person in charge was stunned for a moment, "You are the Seraphim ......"

"Please!"

Seraphim began to try to turn his head from side to side to avoid the towel that was trying to shove it in his mouth, but it didn't work. A nurse was a little irritated by his constant struggle, and pulled out the baton on his waist to make the other party obedient, but the next second he was stopped by the person in charge standing in front of him.

The person in charge shook his head and sighed, and while he stopped the impending violence, it didn't stop the personnel involved from reconnecting the electrodes.

The seraph's mouth was gagged, and his hands and feet were wiped off with sweat stains and the electric chair was set up again. He didn't care about the electrodes that were stuck to his skin, and his blood-red eyes stared straight at the person in charge who was close at hand.

"Get some sleep, kid."

The dry palm of the person in charge covered his eyes, and at the same time, the sound of crackling electricity resounded in the cramped and cramped reprimand room. The heavy chair made a sound on the ground, and the person in charge felt the skin twitching and trembling below the palms, the shockingly large eyes did not close, and the short and thick eyelashes pierced a patch of itching in the palms.

"Sleep, when you open your eyes again, everything is none of your business...... Steel wool balls. ”

……

"What do you think...... Who else could it be? ”

"What are you talking about?"

The three people in the noise barrier immediately became vigilant and turned their heads to look at the comer. It was Asafir, who had disappeared all morning, and he looked like he had just run back from some wilderness.

"I'm sorry, I just saw your lips moving, as if you were talking." Seeing the conscious xenophobic expressions of the three of them, Asafir shrugged helplessly, his tone still gentle. "So I think it might be a special way of communication between you, a moment of curiosity...... But that's okay, since you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask too much. ”

"Shouldn't it have been the church's mission yesterday, and I'll be back so soon?"

Asafiel remained respectful but asked, but Qiu Xuan raised his head and asked more. "Something happened at the border? Is it solved or ...... now? ”

Asafir looked a little surprised, "Yes, something is really wrong at the border...... But it's all settled now, and everything is going well, thank you for your concern, this lady. ”

Something is small at the border.

Qiu Xuan's eyebrows twitched for a moment, and something trivial happened, so how could Qin Jiuyuan walk out and be directly carried back by the stretcher in the city hospital? Or is this some kind of butterfly effect, it was really a trivial matter that was easy to solve, but due to the change in the details of the situation, there was an uncontrollable accident.

Don't think too much, don't think too much, don't think too much......

She silently recited it three times in her mind, forcibly pressed her thoughts, and swept them around the patient's long table below.

In addition to a few old acquaintances, one-piece sisters, an old man wearing underwear, and a seraphim wearing slippers...... Outside, the big-eyed patient called Steelball was poking the food on the plate in front of him with his fork.

The breakfast had been poked into a pulp by him, and it looked like the scraps that had just been eaten by the trolls. There was a woman next to him who was still going to wear a big hat on a hot day, and she looked at him with disgust, and moved her ass to sit next to him for a few minutes.

Qiu Xuan walked down from the high seat with her plate, and the narrator's nurse tried to stop her to warn of danger, but was stopped by Asaphile. The cardinal frowned imperceptibly, and tilted his head to look at the figure who was walking from a high place.

"Talk a little bit, brother?"

The position of each patient on the long table was fixed, and Qiu Xuan did not force it, so she moved a small bench from the side and sat next to the steel wool ball.

Normally, her behavior would be a cause for concern in the crowd, but the other patients at St. Canaan's long table still ate their own food, and when they were finished, they pushed their plates and waited for the medicine to be taken later, and no one looked at her more.

The steel wool ball didn't look either.

After he finished playing with his food, he made a mess in front of him, if he was seen by the middle-aged uncle Seraphim and was about to yell angrily that if he didn't want to eat, he would never go out to eat and never come back, and the dirty plate was pushed, indicating that he would not eat again.

"Do you remember who I am?" Qiu Xuan automatically ignored his coldness and changed the topic instead. "We met last night, and you cursed me for having death on me, remember?"

The steel wool ball sat expressionlessly and stunned.

On the long table next to him, there was a burst of laughter.

Qiu Xuan looked back and saw that it was the woman who was also wearing a big hat on a hot day. The woman had also finished eating, and at the moment she was holding the teacup containing pumpkin juice like a goblet, and she was not looking at Qiu Xuan squarely.

"He's not going to talk to you anymore, he's become a 'vegetable.'"

"He was fine yesterday." Qiu Xuan raised her eyebrows, "Do you know him?" I have something to ask him, maybe you know something about him? ”

"Why are you looking for this?"

The woman in the big hat shook the cup, and the pumpkin juice inside stained the wall with a pale yellow. "I told you, he has become a 'vegetable', and what is still alive is just a cage that originally imprisoned his soul, so what's the point of inquiring into this? If you really are his friend, you should be happy for him, miss. ”

"He's relieved." The woman finally stopped shaking the cup in her hand, and her slightly fine lines looked at Qiu Xuan.

- "And the cage of my body imprisoned me in place, and I still couldn't get out of this cage. ”

Qiu Xuan fell silent.

At this moment, breakfast time was almost over, and then, as I had seen before, rows of nurses carried pills and water, and gradually distributed them along the serial number of the long table.

When it was her turn to be at this table, Qiu Xuan saw the steel wool ball sitting next to her staring blankly at those big eyes, raised her hand and took the pill and poured it down. Qiu Xuan watched the other party's throat roll and swallow the medicine completely, then straightened up, like a walking zombie, and walked towards the exit of the main entrance.

The woman in the big coat picked up the pill with two fingers and put it in her mouth under the watchful eye of the nurse, but Qiu Xuan could clearly tell that she had not swallowed it completely at all.

"Hopefully I'll have that day."

The woman left a misty word, and then raised her feet and walked towards the exit. Qiu Xuan stood in place and watched for a few seconds, and saw that on the long table next door, the middle-aged man with slippers also stood up.

Step by step, he slowly and procrastinately left, and in the crowd, the seraph seemed to turn back through the waves, glancing at her from afar.

He lowered his hands to his hips, shook from the bottom to the top, and made a reverse gesture.

“……”

"Everyone, hold on!"

"What's going on?!"

Suddenly, the central auditorium, which had been filled with the strange and brilliant colors of religion in all senses, gradually faded all colors, and the world suddenly turned gray, along with the treacherous rose garden in the backyard, also lost all color.

However, the architectural scene is still a scene in memory, not the opposite of what it has been like a few times when it was about to exit.

In their ears, there seemed to be a faint burst of crazy and terrifying laughter.

n.