Holllll looked at Fan Xiong's notes, and I took a deep breath, the horror in my heart was indescribable.

These are entirely from the confessions of a mentally ill man. remembered the bits and pieces of knowing Fan Xiong. I really couldn't imagine that behind such a person, there was such a complex psychological state, which gave me the illusion of looking into the abyss.

The rest of the content is even more incredible, and I concentrate on it. See what secrets will be hidden inside

Central Agricultural Regiment.

Looking back now, all the one qiē happened during that winter vacation to the countryside life. The New Year is coming soon, the weather is cold, and the village is filled with a joyful atmosphere. The scenery of the mountain village is beautiful, with a wide view, an endless mountain range undulating, and endless views in every direction, plus a joyful New Year's atmosphere. There was joy and peace everywhere. Joy? I don't feel it. Seeing so many people having fun with it, I wish I could too, and I know that this qiē is beautiful and happy. But I can't feel it. I can describe this qiē exactly, but deep down in my mind they do not evoke any emotion in me. My understanding of the world is completely mechanical.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Teacher Zheng said. The way I look at things is like God's. Yes, God is rational.

That day, I went to see the sheep slaughter. In the courtyard of the old man Wang, there are two long and thick wooden poles. A flock of sheep is tied to a pole, and the other pole is the execution ground of the sheep. I went a little late, and I didn't see anything in the previous process, only that the sheep were dead and hanging upside down on a bamboo pole. Old man Wang and his apprentice wore black aprons used in the slaughterhouse, and held bloody knives in their hands. His apprentice took a large black bag, cut open the belly of the sheep with a knife, and reached in to pull it. His movements were extremely skillful, and as soon as he pulled out, a large puddle of internal organs in the sheep's body was pulled out and flowed into the bag below.

Peeling is a technical job, after his apprentice finished handling the internal organs, Lao Wang Tou held a cigarette in his mouth, flicked his wrist, and the knife entered the gap between the skin and flesh, "hissing" down to peel the skin. There was a little kid who picked up a stick and squatted next to it to poke the sheep's genitals, and the thing was hanging like that. I saw the head of a dead sheep, its eyes squinted, its expression was neither sad nor joyful, its eyes were always looking at me.

On the other pole were several sheep to be slaughtered, and they were crowing, and I seemed to see that the eyes of each sheep hid the fear and sorrow of death. I walked over and stroked them gently, and an aunt next to me said that Nier from the city was soft-hearted and couldn't see the sheep killed. In fact, she didn't understand that I was realizing this moment of death.

A special memory video played in my head, and I seemed to be looking at the butcher from the perspective of a sheep. I was chained to a pole, the butcher came with a knife, my throat was cut, blood was pouring all over the ground, and I gradually died, and slowly collapsed. I took my last breath and looked up at the world つ this mountain village つ this person who killed me.

It was at that moment that an idea came to me. I want to understand death, and I want to draw a qiē that I see from this particular perspective. I couldn't resist the urge in my heart.,Even the theme I've thought of.、It's called、Eyes。 Because I feel that death is not the end, but the beginning of some kind of reincarnation.

I feel like this new perspective has opened a door for me to enter an otherwise closed world

I feel like a visual thinker, I can get into some kind of hallucinatory visual imagery, I can get into other people's minds. I was observing my relatives cooking in the countryside, and the family used a very old-fashioned stove, with a high fire and oil, and the ingredients were put into the pot, fried and fried. I sat on the little bench and watched her, and I realized that I could get into her perspective and her mind. The whole process of her cooking is recorded in my mind like a videotape, and every detail is clear. Yes, every detail

I went to ask a psychiatrist, and he was a very famous doctor. He told me that this phenomenon is not surprising, as it often occurs in patients with Tourette's syndrome. He asked me if I had autism as a child. At that moment, a thought popped into my subconscious, to kill him. I'm escaping from the past, my childhood that I don't want to be known.

He told me that this phenomenon is not that you can enter other people's minds, you don't have the ability, you just imagine this qiē in your mind. You're "pretending" that you're a sheep and "pretending" that you're that relative who cooks, that is, you're just role-playing. The so-called world seen from other people's perspectives is nothing more than a scene that you have processed through your own brain, and you mistakenly think that you are in a state of mind. This phenomenon is called "simulation" in psychology.

He told me that your situation is not too strict, that he had treated a similar psychologist, and that her situation was much more complicated, that she could completely enter the state of another person, and that even after the imitation was over, she would have some of the characteristics of another person. For example, she imitates an old lady and can quickly become an old man, the kind of old dragon clock, others will say that she is a real old man at a glance. Everyone said she was possessed. In fact, she has reached the verge of schizophrenia and lost her personality

The psychiatrist advised me to do a few courses of hypnotherapy, I didn't go, I didn't follow the doctor's instructions to take any medications, I didn't think I was sick. I think it's because he's sick, his knowledge of psychology and his common sense of life and his experience have blinded him, and he can't see the essence of the world clearly.

I have a big project, I want to see the world from a different perspective. Not only from a human point of view, but also from an animal point of view

To understand the world is to understand life and death. Life is so wonderful, death is so beautiful

Today I took the Cartesian instrument to the old building in the back mountain, and if someone really died there, I could definitely find her soul. The initial idea was that I wanted to talk to the spirits and see what death was like, what the state of people was after death. And now the thought is, if I can enter the perspective of other creatures, why can't I enter the soul? I can look at the world from the perspective of the dead, and look at the yang from the perspective of the underworld

19 When I saw Fan Xiong write this, my heart beat faster, I didn't expect that what she recorded would be so subversive. According to Teacher Zheng's observations, all of her changes seem to have started after the conjuring that night. I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself, and kept reading. 18

She actually possessed me. I've never encountered anything like this. She told me that she had taken away the soul of the girl who had died, and she could help me practice

She told me that this world is not pure, just like crystals or bubbles, and she knows that there is a third space besides the yang and the underworld

That space is called the Pure Land

She told me that she didn't really exist in me, that she was still in the Pure Land, waiting to be brought to sentient beings. She told me about the way to get into someone else's eye without visual observation

The way to do this is to build a deep water tank with a spiritual realm, and all I can do is sink into the tank and wait for the miracle to happen. I wanted to try to build a water tank, I stripped naked and jumped into the water and something amazing happened, and when I realized it, I saw a painting. Just as I was wondering why this was happening, I suddenly knew who I was. I am a child and am seeing the world through the eyes of a child. When this child was painting, he actually entered the state of rime (seven), which is a rare state of contemplation.

At this time, I was "connected" with his mind from afar.

In his painting (7), I also entered the state of concentration in the environment of lack of oxygen and heavy pressure in the water tank, our minds were magically connected together, and I was looking at the world with his eyes. I suddenly had an idea, at this moment, could he also see the world with my eyes? I'm in this studio, and he's in my tank. It's magical

That's channeling

She told me that she was the holy aunt of the Pure Land and wanted to take me to visit the Pure Land. With her eyes

Pure Land!

At this point, the notes come to an abrupt end, and there is still a lot of paper behind them that are blank. If someone who doesn't understand the whole thing sees it, it is completely incomprehensible, and it will even be regarded as the babbling of a mentally ill person. But I suddenly understood that many clues ran through it.

Fan Xiong originally wanted to recruit the soul of the dead girl in the old building in the back mountain, but for some reason he was taken by the holy aunt, not only that, but the holy aunt also took away one of the souls of the dead girl. In the whole notebook, it is not written why they framed our Luo family.

I sorted out the timeline a little, and I can roughly surmise that this notebook was written before it had something to do with our Luo family, similar to Fan Xiong's prequel.

She and Shenggu later developed members, established a monastery, and extradited the Pure Land, but there was no mention of such information at all.

I closed my notebook and fell into deep thought. Fan Xiong is a deep-thinking person, why would she put such an important notebook in the attic and let Huang Leilei know that it ended up in Huang Shanshan's hands? Could this have been arranged by her, and she wants to pass on this notebook?

Looking at this notebook, I have a very strange feeling that the qiē written by Fan Xiong is actually meant to be left for me to read.

Filled with countless questions and puzzles, I walked around the room twice and had an idea. After all, Fan Xiong is a human being, not a god, how could she have thought that this notebook would end up in my hands.

There was a tail left behind the note, hooking me to continue exploring, as if the secret of our Lao Luo family was right in front of me.

I suddenly thought of a detail, Xie Ling had written two words on the glass in the water tank before he died. At that time, I only recognized the word "spirit", but in retrospect, it was probably "tong" that first word. Added up, it's actually the word "psychic".

The more I pondered it, the more it looked, and gradually there were clues in my mind, and I vaguely felt where the bell had gone.