An old but high-ranking man in the Wind Turbine?

The name was about to come out, and at this moment, the golden light in the cold glow was completely extinguished.

Like a burned candle, although the stubborn flame still wants to continue to beat and continue to burn life, life is gone.

Unfortunately, the cold glow did not disappear, but became denser as the golden light went out. Like a lone lamp in the vast darkness, although it can bring light for a short time, as the lone lamp falls to the ground, the darkness that has been taken away will still come back.

The old man who was already chaotic in the cold light suddenly became even more blurred.

"He, he's the director of the Wind Turbine Bureau." Ziqi looked at the vague outline and muttered.

"Hmm." Lingling nodded, "I think so too. ”

There is a vague outline on the head, and a vague outline in front of the eyes. And these two hazy lines are the ultimate victors of competitive games?

"Guess who did it?" Ling Ling asked suddenly.

"Could it be the man behind the scenes?"

"Then why did he do it?"

"Perhaps, maybe this director didn't meet his requirements and disappointed him in feeding the giant beast."

"Hehe, then why don't you just kill him?" Ling Ling looked up at Ziqi's eyes and said, "Although the vast majority of people on this island must abide by the rules of the God of Gambling, they do not have the right to kill people at will. But it's clear that the people behind the scenes have that right. ”

Ziqi listened quietly, and he began to review everything in the labyrinth with the ethereal voice of the spirit.

Soon, he remembered the story told by the black sheep who had opened his head.

God!

The skull-to-head black sheep said that it was God who rescued it and placed it in that grassland.

Who is behind the scenes?

Then he does have the right to kill at will.

"Maybe," Ziqi began to speculate, "maybe he has some other value?" ”

"What is it worth?" Lingling asked.

"This ......" Ziqi couldn't answer.

"The only value I can think of is ......," Lingling said as he stretched out a delicate little finger to the hazy figure in the cold light, "He's the father of those two. ”

"Rong, Rongge? And," Ziqi shouted, "Adler? ”

"Yes."

"You mean," Ziqi suddenly realized, "they teamed up to imprison their own father? ”

Ling Ling was about to speak, but at this moment, a sound came from the faint coldness.

"Bang!"

The sound was crisp, like the sound of a crystal cracking.

"It's broken," Lingling muttered as he looked at Hanmang, "and his little ball is shattered too." ”

"Hmm." Ziqi responded, "Obviously, just like our little ball, because it lost all its energy, it could no longer stand the erosion of the cold light, so it was broken. ”

This was what Ziqi could think of, but immediately another scene appeared in front of him that he couldn't imagine.

That is, with the crisp sound, the misty cold disappeared without a trace.

It was as if the ball had used all its energy to shatter and died with the enemy in front of it.

"Gone?" Ling Ling said in disbelief, "Now all the cold glow is gone. ”

"It's unbelievable that the crumbling ball burst out with such a huge power in the last moments of its life." Ziqi said.

But it was still not something unbelievable, because Ziqi immediately saw another truly unbelievable thing.

The hand stretched forward by the old body lying on the ground seemed to ...... slightly.

Moved!

Although the movement was very weak, the cold light disappeared, and the scene a few meters away was clear and vivid, Ziqi believed that he was not mistaken.

"Oh my God...... Lingling then covered his mouth, "He, he, he's not dead yet?" ”

"Be careful!" Ziqi pulled Lingling behind him, "Whether he dies or not, we can't be careless." ”

"You, you saw it too?" Ling Ling asked behind Ziqi.

"Hmm." Ziqi admitted that he saw it.

"Ah......h

"Don't be afraid!" Ziqi shouted loudly, even though his body was trembling.

"Even if we're not mistaken, even if that hand really moves, doesn't that mean the person is still alive?" Ziqi kept covering up his panic with his voice, "Maybe, maybe he was already dead, just now it was just a reaction, like, just like a thawed fish, the thawed meat will change involuntarily." ”

"Yes, yes." Lingling immediately said, "Observe again." ”

Both pairs of eyes locked on the old body at the same time.

After a while, Lingling finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haven't moved, never again." Ling Ling slowly walked out from behind Ziqi, "I now suspect that what I just saw is an illusion. ”

"I, I think so too." Ziqi stared at the hand not far away and said.

The hand is also old, curly and knotty. The skin on his hands should have been very loose, but because of the long exposure to the cold, he was clinging to the withered bones at the moment.

The hand hung low, three fingers touching the ground, and the remaining little and ring fingers were slightly cocked, like an ice sculpture.

It's like the hand doesn't move at all!

"The door leads to the top." Lingling said.

At this moment, the cold light is gone, and everything in the dark room can be seen clearly.

Behind the small door in the corner of the crystal coffin is a sloping upward passageway, like the tail of a monster. At the moment, the tail was tilting towards the sky, reaching above the ice.

"Lingling, it seems that what you said is the truth." Ziqi agreed, "The giant beast above the ice is indeed the only winner in this survival game, and the dog that fell next to the small door is the last loser." ”

Ling Ling raised his head, looked at the shadow covering the sky and the sun above his head, and said slowly: "I didn't expect such a behemoth to climb up step by step along such a narrow pipe at that time. ”

"What's even more unexpected is that," Ziqi pointed to the corpse in front of him and said, "The person in charge of feeding it died under it, is this a kind of irony?" ”

"Sort of." "I don't know how he feels when he looks up at this giant beast every day. ”

"I don't know if this giant beast occasionally lowered its head and found its owner curled up alone under him." Ziqi said.

"It's cruel." "It's like a punishment. ”

"Punishment?"

"Yes. Once chosen by the people behind the scenes, feeding the giant beast will become the only meaning of the director's life. Lingling looked at the old man who had fallen to the ground and continued to explain, "But he was imprisoned, and he was imprisoned in close proximity to the beast. He could only watch the beast grow day by day, but none of this had anything to do with him. ”

"I seem to be getting to understand." Ziqi said, "Just like a painter, his life's dream is to depict the gorgeous world in his heart. Finally, one day, he found his way and picked up a paintbrush and began to paint little by little, but at this time, he was tied to a chair in the studio. Someone took his brush and scribbled on the painting that had just begun in front of him. He could only watch, but he couldn't do anything. ”

"Huh." Ling Ling smiled sweetly, "Brother Ziqi, I didn't expect you to describe it so well. But you haven't gotten to the point, and what you've just said isn't what I think is the most cruel. ”

"Isn't that the most cruel?"

"Yes." Ling Ling said with a firm gaze, "The most cruel thing is who is the person who took the pen in the back?" Also, is he scribbling casually or is he seriously creating. And, how did he end up doing? ”

"Huh?" Ziqi still didn't understand.

"I'll follow your analogy." Lingling stretched out a small hand into the void and said, "For example, this painter has an apprentice. But this apprentice was not enthusiastic about creation, and was even very lazy, which caused headaches for the painter everywhere. In the end, the painter decided that it was difficult for his apprentice to become a great master, and that the mantle should not be passed on to him. ”

Lingling's little hands are constantly changing their movements to make the story clearer.

"Later, the master had a big fight with the apprentice and drove the apprentice away." Lingling continued, "But the painter's daughter fell in love with her apprentice, and she eloped with him despite her father's objections. ”

Ziqi was deeply attracted by this story, and he listened intently.

At this moment, the lines of the giant beast above the ice no longer rose and fell slowly, but moved slowly, like a crumbling mountain hanging above the two of them, but unfortunately, no one noticed him.

"The father was very sad, and he poured all his love into his daughter and apprentice. In the midst of this sad emotion, he actually saw a picture, and he began to get excited, that is, the picture that he had pursued all his life! Lingling's soft voice grew louder, "So, he picked up the brush and began to describe the world, and he finally found what he had been looking for all his life." However, at this time, someone knocked him unconscious with a stick. When he woke up, he found himself still in the studio, but he was tied to a chair......"

Ziqi gradually became excited, he already understood what kind of story this was, but he still wanted to listen to the story, because Lingling's description was too attractive.

Through the halo, the painter suddenly noticed a man standing in front of the easel, holding his own brush and sketching something on that life's ideal. The painter was furious and wanted to shout a halt. But at this time, the person in front of the easel turned his head and was ...... Own apprentice! "What are you doing, scoundrel?" The painter roared, but then a familiar voice came from beside him, "Father, look at it carefully." The painter turned his head and found that his daughter was by his side! ”

Ling Ling paused at this point, took a deep breath, and continued to describe the story.

"You, and you, you...... The painter was so angry that he couldn't even speak. He felt his heart bleed, and there was nothing more cruel in the world than destroying this painting! ”

"But then," Ziqi suddenly couldn't help but speak, "he found out what was the most cruel thing." ”

"That's right."

Lingling smiled slightly.