Takakawa quietly probed. The answer to each of his questions www.biquge.info is not the answer to the question itself, but the subtle expressions and movements of the young husband in front of him in the process of answering, and the cognitive processes hidden behind these answers—how does he think? Why do you think so? What factors are influencing him to explore an unknown and terrifying thing, and what is the logic he implements in this exploration process? When you combine these information from your own interpretation, what kind of answer will you come to?

There is probably never a fixed and definite answer to the mystery, and people probably can't exhaustively investigate the end of the mystery. However, in the face of the mystery of no limit, there is a limit to what people think and do, and everyone's limit is different, and the scope of this limit basically means the essence of the person. Is he powerful? Or is it weak? Is it ordinary? Or mysterious? Is it a real person? Or is it impossible to describe the concept of "human" in common sense?

It's simpler: is the person in front of you a "human" or a "non-human"? What's the difference between him and his wife, and the little girl next to him? What do these things that intuitively make Gao Chuan feel weird, but what do they imply? If there really is a keyhole in the middle of the night, and even in this village, and everything that surrounds it, involving the camping and the New Age Gospel, waiting for a key to be opened, will the clue to this key be hidden here?

The people who can communicate, the weirdness that is relatively clearer, are all here, and that's all here.

Takakawa wanted to know these things, and the clues he was looking for were like the leaves of a bush hidden in the bushes but not the bushes. It was a bit of a stroke of luck, but in the middle of the night, he couldn't find any more ways to understand what he was facing.

The premise of using violence to solve problems is that the intensity of violence can exceed the limits of the problem, however, Takakawa is very powerful, but he does not think that he has the violence to solve the problem at hand.

"So, have you ever thought about the limits of human beings, and what is the scope?" Takakawa asked.

"Hey, it's not something that can be seen intuitively by drawing circles, nor can it be calculated with numbers." The young husband looked at Takakawa with a dissatisfied expression, as if he felt that Takakawa was finding fault, but he still said: "If I had to describe it, it would be 'narrower than I thought'." ”

“…… It's funny. Takakawa said that the key to the previous question was not the answer to the question itself, but the performance of the other party. He confirmed one thing, the young husband was completely different when he was talking and when he wasn't: it was as if he had changed from a demented child to a clear-headed and logical thinker.

It's like a resurrection. In Gao Chuan's mind, he couldn't help but have such a description. He felt as if he had thought of something, the light rising and falling in the swaying of the campfire.

Seeing that the young husband who had stopped talking became stunned again, his wife was naturally the same as him. Gao Chuan began to stop feeling that he was "waiting for the day to come numbly".

"Ma'am, what are you looking at?" Gao Chuan asked his young wife.

After a while, the other party seemed to realize that Gao Chuan was talking to herself, and an obvious expression of retrieval flashed over her face, making her eyebrows and eyes change from sluggish to vivid, before she said, "I didn't look at anything." After a pause, he added, "I'm listening." ”

"Listen to what?" Gao Chuan was a little curious. In his ears, all the audible sounds did not change, and the sound wave graphics data recorded by the brain hardware were presented on the retina screen, although many unnatural sounds were resolved, but they were all very smooth, as if the sound of this place should be like this.

“…… It's as if someone is singing. The young wife spoke slowly after a while.

"You hear again?" The young husband also seemed to come to his senses, showing a faint concern about his wife's words, "I haven't heard anything yet." ”

"Because that's a harassing fly." The young wife comforted him in turn, "It's normal not to hear it." ”

"Harassing flies?" Takakawa asked.

"A strange creature from a novel." The young husband smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, it's made up, but there's no such thing, it's probably just that I'm always thinking about it in my head—it's often the case, although I want to be quiet, but the things in my head are one after another, and the voices and sights in my memory are flooding out, so that people can't tell whether they heard it or only in their heads, but they don't hear it at all, which makes people upset." The so-called harassment fly refers to this situation, and it is just a descriptive name. ”

"I see." Having said that, Takakawa saw the subtle expression of the young wife, and it was obvious that she did not agree with this statement so much, but she did not intend to refute it, and this difference in perception seemed to have been a habit for her.

"I'm not interested in harassing flies, but can I ask what kind of song it is?" Takagawa nodded at the young husband and asked his wife.

"I can't hear clearly." The young wife's expression was not at all perfunctory, she did not intend to deal with her husband's statements, she seemed to feel that the singing she heard was not an "illusion" that only existed in her mind, and it was not a negative emotion that could not be resolved under the pressure of the deep night. Through observation, Takakawa felt that she was very serious about these things, and seemed to want to pursue them further, so she listened carefully.

However, if she can't say why, naturally she can't let others be recognized. After all, there was no one here who could hear the same sound except her.

"Then why is it singing?" Takakawa asked, "There are many kinds of voices, aren't they?" ”

"That voice has a melody...... I can't say a melody that comes up...... Indescribable, calm, peaceful, as natural as completely pure water falling from a height. The young wife said.

However, Takakawa is astute when he says, "Completely pure water is very unnatural." He is very aware of how difficult it is to find pure water in nature, and the pure water used by human beings is currently filtered by artificial screening, and the purity is only described as 99 percent, or even so, there is no 100 percent pure water.

Of course, if this is just a description of how a young wife feels about singing, it is not bad. However, Takakawa still captures this kind of meaningless thing in the normal world, because he is in a world full of mysteries and abnormalities, where what people express with emotional rhetoric can be regarded as a possible hint.

"Yes, I didn't say it was natural." The young wife's surprise confession of the unnaturalness of her statement led Takagawa to think that she might care too much about the expression "perfectly pure water".

"It's unnatural, it's very concerning, and when it sounds, it makes people want to be immersed in it." Said the young wife.

"But when someone calls you, you can still come to your senses, can't you?" "So, it's not that fascinating," the young husband said. ”

"No...... When I listen to this song, I always feel that talking to you is like a dream. The young wife said suddenly.

The young husband showed a slight expression of "I didn't hear clearly", and he asked rhetorically, "What?" Dream? ”

"Yes, dreaming...... I feel like I'm dreaming. The young wife muttered to herself, "Because it's a dream, it's not so scary." ”

“…… What happened to you? How could such a thing be said? You've never told me that! It took the young husband a while to react, and said with some excitement: "I said it all, don't indulge in that song, you must know that what you are facing is the most real thing." Think of all these things as dreams, do you want to become mentally ill? You're going to die! You're slow to react, thinking you're dreaming, and if something happens, you're all done! ”

As a husband, he is very wary of this—although reality can sometimes be like a nightmare, it is not just a dream after all, and if it is only a dream, it will inevitably invite punishment. Gao Chuan also felt that compared to the young husband, this young wife had a bigger secret.

Although the husband was very excited, the wife fell into that trance of her own world again, and her peace was hard to make people not care about it as before. However, when this kind of mysterious appearance that only the person concerned can perceive and no one else can perceive, Takakawa cannot solve it beyond the person concerned himself—in the same way, it is very dangerous to walk on his consciousness at this time.

A thought, a consciousness, a voice, a shining thing that exists in a person's mind, as if it does not come from oneself, but from another third person—this kind of situation is not unfamiliar to Takakawa, and what he is most familiar with is that when a great fear arises in his heart, he feels like a living thing, but has no actual form, and exists in his own consciousness, not a self-conscious "monster".

In the past and now, "Takakawa" has called it "virus", or "river".

Even without mentioning these two formless, formless, and formless existences, these wonderful phenomena can be explained only from the level of human consciousness.

It just so happens that in the assumption of the situation, behind this deepest night, there is such a terrible guy who can penetrate into the collective subconscious of mankind.

The voice heard by the young wife was probably part of this deepest night experiment.

Does everyone carry something different, and everyone is a test subject for a different project? Gao Chuan couldn't help but think so. If this deepest night is regarded as a complex and huge experiment, then according to human logic, it should indeed be possible to divide into multiple parts, or, by human standards, this method of decomposing into small parts for study and then piecing together the results is more efficient.

"I heard that, too." A childish voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the three of them, and immediately pulled everyone's eyes over.

Takakawa was surprised, this was the first time he had heard the little girl speak. Although he had been talking to young couples before, he did not let go of the little girl's performance. Moreover, it is also important to compare the performance of the three with each other.

These two guys...... It's really different from a little girl. Gao Chuan shifted his gaze to the little girl, thinking to himself.

The little girl turned her back to Gao Chuan, and she didn't seem to sense Gao Chuan's gaze, obviously she was still so sensitive before, but at this time, she used the ashes of the bonfire to draw messy patterns on the ground, and she didn't look dementia at all.

The similarities and differences between her and the young couple became clearer in Takakawa's feelings.

Different? Gao Chuan's mind flashed with an elusive thought.

Although there is nothing unexpected in the young husband's answers, and it may not be possible to figure out what the young wife hears about the singing, it is clear that they are very different when they talk and do not talk - in the eyes of ordinary people, it may be the difference between being out of a state and a return to a god, but the so-called "out of the god" and "back to the god" are not a descriptive term in the mysterious world.

In the occult, "devotion" and "return" simply refer to "the departure and return of the soul". Gao Chuan couldn't help but think that the young couple's trances and returns to their senses could not be......

Is consciousness in and out of the two bodies? Suddenly, such an idea came to Takakawa's mind. Is there a body in the middle of the night, and another body during the day? When one side of the body is more awake, the other side of the body is in a state of sleep? So, when consciousness is farther away from a body, looking back at the actions of that body is like dreaming?

There is no direct evidence for such an assumption, but it does explain many of the anomalies that Takakawa has observed so far.

Even so, we can't just jump to conclusions.

Let's take a look at the little girl's situation first. Takakawa thought so.

The young couple was already asking the little girl about what she had mentioned before—she heard the singing—and Takakawa listened to their inquiries while observing the little girl's drawings with the ashes of the campfire, and if she heard the same singing as the young wife, Takakawa would have been more interested in her paintings.

"What do you hear?" The young husband confirmed.

"Singing." The little girl said, "It sings in my head." With that, she snorted, but it was out of tune and weird. The girl's face sank a little unhappily and said, "I can't sing." ”

"Maybe that's what I heard." It seems that she is happy to have found a soulmate, and the young wife is a little excited.

The young husband's face was particularly gloomy, and he did not think that this was a good thing. But if it's a bad thing, what's the solution? (To be continued.) )