"That is, this painting is actually gradually taking shape under the pen of the apprentice." Lingling continued, "And it's getting more and more perfect, even more perfect than I want it to be. The painter felt that he was about to suffocate, and that restraint did not come only from the rope that bound him, restraint was simply everywhere, and there was restraint hidden in every inch of the air in the studio. What a cruel thing it is to watch this unfilial apprentice who he thinks embarrassed and useless finish his paintings, and he can't do anything. No, there is still one thing that a painter can do. That's doubting yourself! ”

"Doubtful?"

"Yes, on the snow-white paper, a magnificent picture slowly appeared, it was washed away and perfect. In addition to looking at the painting, the painter kept asking himself in his heart, isn't this what he has always wanted? But what if the person holding the brush at this time was himself? ”

"I totally understand." Ziqi said, "The master suddenly found that the apprentice was far stronger than himself. He not only fulfilled his life's pursuit, but also far better than himself. ”

"yes, that's what it means."

"The apprentice did it on purpose." Ziqi continued, "He imprisoned the master just to let the master understand that he also has times when he looks away, and he is far better than him. ”

"This is mental torture, and the master is in this torture every minute." Ling Ling looked at the old man who fell to the ground and said slowly.

"It's cruel." Ziqi also turned his gaze to the old man.

"In addition to the cold, the only thing left with him is the giant beast above his head." Spirit continued, "He's seen the beast grow day by day, but he can't do anything. ”

"Moreover, the giant beast is getting stronger and stronger, more and more perfect, and getting closer and closer to the final formation." Ziqi added.

The story is finally told under the alternation of the two.

There was silence in the dark room, except for the mountain-like figure overhead, which was constantly changing shape.

"What's that apprentice's name?" Ziqi broke the silence.

"It seems to be called Adler."

"Yes, Adler." Ziqi touched his somewhat stiff face and continued, "Although our story is a metaphor, every character has a prototype. The painter's apprentice corresponds to Adler in reality, and the painter's daughter is Ronge. ”

"Hmm." Lingling nodded.

"And what about the painter himself?" Ziqi asked himself, "Naturally, he is the director." ”

"Hmm." Lingling nodded again.

"That's the man." Ziqi turned his gaze to the old man behind the crystal coffin and said slowly, "What's his name?" ”

Lingling didn't respond immediately, as if searching for the director's name in the ocean of memory.

"It's strange, it's just the name on my lips, I can't remember it." Ziqi scratched his head and said.

Junge, Adler, and ......

These names are not chosen at random, there is a connection between these people. Not only in the virtual world of the game, but also in the real world where Ziqi is located, there are also intricate relationships.

Jung, Adler, and......

Ziqi kept patting his head, but he just couldn't remember.

Although Jung and Adler are shining enough, they are not the most shining names, and there is a supreme existence in psychoanalysis, although hundreds of years have passed by the time of Ziqi, but this name is shocking to the past and the present!

Ziqi felt that his skull had been knocked out, but he still didn't remember the name.

"What's the director's name?" Ziqi had to turn to Lingling again, "I can't remember anything, I only remember four words, the founder of the psychoanalytic school, Austrian, Jewish, author of the book "Dream Analysis......"

Ziqi's voice became quieter and quieter, as he suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake. He actually talked about the knowledge in the real world in front of Lingling, a virtual character!

Lingling was looking at him quietly, her eyes clear and ethereal, without any impurities, just a subtle smile on her lips.

At this moment, Ziqi thought that Lingling understood everything.

"Ah, I just thought about it and said some inexplicable nonsense, and I was surprised myself," Ziqi still wanted to make amends, "You just think I'm talking in my dreams." ”

"Dream talk?" Ling Ling smiled and said, "Since it's a dream story, I don't know if I can use the book Dream Analysis to analyze it." ”

"Ah, this, this ......" Ziqi didn't know what to say.

Lingling really heard it all, and he couldn't explain it at all.

Fortunately, Lingling did not dwell on this issue.

"You're asking the director's name?" Ling Ling said softly.

"Yes, yes." Ziqi hurriedly responded.

"He's called," Ling Ling said, turning his head to look at Ziqi, "Fu, Luo, Yi, De." ”

Freud!

That's right, Freud.

When these four words entered his mind along the eardrum, Ziqi actually felt that a lamp instantly lit up in his dim mind.

At this moment, an old voice slowly came from behind the crystal coffin.

"Floyd? How can I still hear someone call me that? Could it be...... Rongge? ”

Oh, my God!

Ziqi and Lingling actually found that the corpse in front of them was slowly raising its head?

"Ah, he, he, he's still alive, this time he was absolutely not mistaken, he spoke......" Lingling shouted in a panic, and his two little hands didn't know where to put them.

It's horrible!

"No, no, don't be afraid." Ziqi's voice trembled and said, "I, I'm here." ”

Just as the two of them snuggled together and shrunk together, the old face finally turned up.

"It wasn't Rongge......"

There was infinite disappointment in his voice.

But soon, two fine lights shot out of the same old eyes.

"How many times?"

"What? What a few sounds? Ziqi asked puzzled, while carefully paying attention to the old man's every move.

"Hmph." The old man smiled disdainfully and said, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you." I'm asking how many times did the baby lion bark? ”

"Lion, baby lion?" Ziqi was even more puzzled.

"It's the beast on your heads!" The old man yelled impatiently.

Since it is full of energy, this is really incredible.

"Oh, it's it." Ziqi slowly raised his head as he spoke.

Some...... Wrong.

That blurred figure like a mountain was shaking violently at this moment!

"It's, it wasn't like that before." Ziqi shouted loudly, "Although it was moving before, it was very faint and I couldn't make out if I didn't look closely." ”

"How many times have I asked you?" The old man roared.

"Two, two." Ziqi said tremblingly, "I, we only heard twice. ”

"Twice?" The old man asked, "When did the second sound sound?" ”

"It's been a while."

"To be specific, for how long?" The old man yelled again.

"About an hour?" Ziqi is also not sure.

At this moment, Ziqi actually had a wonderful idea, that is, the baby lion on the top of his head was the child of this strange old man, because this old man was not a human, he was simply a male lion!

When he speaks, he has the air of a thousand pounds, and when he roars, he roars like a lion.

A moment ago, he was still slumped on the ground, his face covered in thick frost, and he was mistaken for a pitiful corpse. At this moment, he was like the ice thawing, spring returned to the earth, tore off the dusty shell and regained all his vitality.

This is really a terrifying guy, Ziqi feels that his two legs are fighting incessantly, because no one knows what he will do in the next moment.

"Hmph." The old man slowly got up from the ground, "Since it's only been an hour, there's still some time. ”

Some time?

What are the hours?

Could it be that this old man has decided to do it?

"You, what are you going to do?" Ziqi asked with a trembling voice

"Hmph." The old man didn't come over, he looked at Ziqi with a smile on his face, and seemed to enjoy Ziqi's reaction at the moment.

"Are you scared?" The old man suddenly asked sharply.

"No, no."

"Hmph, it's been a long time since I've enjoyed it." The old man began to say to himself, "How long? ”

He slowly stroked the beard that was covering his chest.

"It's been so long, and the beard is so long."

Ziqi stared vigilantly at the strange old man's every move, and at this moment, he found that his analysis with Lingling was all wrong, This old man was simply insulated from the word pitiful.

"Don't worry." The old man said, "I will not do anything to you, for there is no room for anyone else in my sea of hatred." ”

Ziqi didn't speak, he felt his face stiff.

"Huh?" The old man seemed to have noticed something, and he narrowed his old eyes, "Like, too similar." ”

"Like, like what?" Ziqi said in a panic.

"Come here!" The old man commanded, "so I can see it." ”

"Huh?"

Ziqi didn't want to move a single step.

"Come here!!"

The lion roared again.

"I, I don't want to go over."

Ziqi really didn't go over, he quickly turned around and exchanged glances with Lingling.

"Run!"

The two men shouted in unison.

"Hey, hey, don't go, don't go......" the old man stretched out a hand to stop him.

Ziqi and Ling Lingcai didn't care about this, they were running towards the small emerald door quickly.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The footsteps were very flustered.

"Hey, hey, I said I wouldn't make a move on you......" The old voice came from behind him one after another, "I have always been a person who does what I say, you can rest assured, I called the little brother over without malice, I just wanted to see him clearly......"

Looking at the two figures who were about to escape from the dark room, the old man was anxious.

"I, I don't have much physical strength left, even if I want to do it, I don't have enough strength!"

Ziqi and Lingling paused slightly, glanced at each other and continued to run towards the door.

Although the old man said that he was not strong enough, his voice was still very loud, and every word clearly reached the ears of the two, and the ghost believed him!