It's a dilemma I've never faced in my life. Many times, I am an incompetent person who passively accepts, being laid off, falling out of love, my sister falling into evil, my father passing away, one thing after another is forced to come, all I can do is passively bear it. Now, the bell is dead in my arms, and it's time for me to do something about it.

After a long time, I forced myself to calm down, took off my coat as a towel, and wiped my whole body clean. He looked like he was asleep, very peaceful, with no trace of death. But I knew that he was indeed dead, with no breath in his nose and his body stiffening and chilling. At this time, I didn't have any fear, I just thought about how to help Jieling deal with the aftermath.

Now facing a very real problem, we are trapped here, I still have such a big man who has no ability to move, how can I get out?

I first dressed Xie Ling and put him on Fan Xiong's bed. I was pacing back and forth in my room as the sky lit up outside the window, and the footsteps and voices of pedestrians began to sound on the road. At this time, my heart was in turmoil, and I couldn't help but remember that when I was dozing off in a daze in the middle of the night, Huang Leilei had reminded me in a dream, saying that it was dangerous here. This qiē danger still happened in the end.

I looked at Xie Ling, and his body was stiff, and there was no sign of recovery at all.

I knew I was naïve, and I was expecting a miracle.

I walked up to the water tank, patted the glass with my hand, and stared at the tank of water inside. What the hell did the bell do? Why is this happening? I looked at the wooden ladder and suddenly had an unbelievable idea, why don't I try it in the water tank too?

I quickly shook my head to dispel the thought. But this thought is crawling in my heart like a little reptile, crispy and itchy, a little unstoppable. I paced back and forth in my room, grass growing in my heart, and I don't know how long it took before I heard a crunch downstairs and someone opening the door.

I suddenly realized that the old man on the street had come to work again, and that there would be art dealers coming here one after another.

This is Fan Xiong's secret room, no one should come, all I can do now is to wait for the opportunity and leave through the main entrance with the bell.

It was so boring to stay here, and I couldn't leave the bell, so I had to pace back and forth, and time passed too slowly.

My eyes fell on the big cabinet. I walked over and opened the cabinet door, and it was still the pocket futon inside. I thought about it, walked in, learned to meditate, sat on the futon, stretched out my hands and grabbed the handle of the cabinet door, and slowly closed it.

The light was suddenly blocked out, and it was pitch black. Strange to say, this place is so cramped and cramped, but I can feel a warmth and security that I have never felt before. I meditated on the futon with my eyes closed, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I could feel a sharp and prominent anxiety. Pacing outside can at least be a distraction, while meditating here is like a glass of water lying quietly, seemingly calm, but in fact countless sediments are flooding inside. At this moment, I don't know how many thoughts came to me, my thoughts were scattered, and my heart was like numbness, just like how many kittens scratched their paws.

I pushed open the cabinet door and stumbled out, came to the bed and looked at Xie Ling, took a deep breath, and silently muttered in my heart, Brother Jie, wake up quickly, I'm about to collapse.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of talking outside, I was startled, reacted quickly, rushed to the door, gently pushed open the gap and peeked out.

Outside is the studio, and I don't know when a few people came. Among them was an old foreign man, with a large waist and a burly body, and he held a pipe. He was talking to a few Chinese around him, they all spoke in English, and the speed of speech was so fast that I couldn't understand it at all.

Immediately, the Chinese lifted the white cloth on the frame, and all the paintings in Fan Xiong's "Eyes" series were exposed. Just listening to the foreign old man exclaiming, those Chinese also widened their eyes in surprise. The old man instructed them to re-cover the white cloth, and then called some porters in overalls outside the door to begin to move the paintings out.

It dawned on me that this old man might be the foreign collector who had bought the paintings. Unexpectedly, he flew all the way from abroad to China, and it seems that he attaches great importance to this business.

I panicked, and I had a very ominous premonition, if these paintings were made public in the future, what kind of impact would they have on the world and mankind? I secretly regret that it would be good to listen to the bell and burn these paintings, and I will be gone. As far as human behavior is concerned, what is the use of not progressing and developing?

Carrying the paintings away, the room was empty, and I saw that these people were looking at each other with the wrong eyes, and they seemed to be always looking here. I quickly closed the crack in the door and locked it. Sure enough, I heard footsteps, and someone approached, and then the doorknob clicked, and they were twisting the door.

I vaguely heard the foreigner talking in a foreign language, speaking very quickly, and several Chinese kept yes. I'm in a state of confusion, what do they want to do? I'm in a hurry, and if I let them in, it's going to be a problem. Not to mention that Xie Ling is now a dead man, and I can't tell the difference even if I have a hundred mouths when I enter the game. Moreover, the inexplicable water tank in the room, the wardrobe where the Holy Aunt practiced meditation, these are all very important items, if they are removed or destroyed by people outside, it will be difficult to do anything in the future.

I subconsciously have a gut feeling that if there is still a glimmer of life in Jieling to come back from the dead, the key thing is this deep water tank. He died here, and only here can he find hope for life.

After a while, they heard the sound of the door lock, and they were trying to open the door with the key.

I leaned against the door, my heart pounding, almost suffocating.

After twisting for a long time, I heard the voice of the old man on the street outside: I can't open it, this is a warehouse, where can I go to find the key.

There were Chinese who seemed to be translating there, and then the voice of the old foreign man sounded, and there was a bunch of chatter. The Chinese said sharply: it must be opened, there are items that Mr. Anthony needs, hurry up!

What if I don't have a key? You can't force a nun to have a baby, do you, let me break the door? Said the old man on the street.

Chinese: Yes, pry the door! Mr. Anthony is going to catch a plane, and they have a tight schedule, so if you don't have the key, we'll pick the door ourselves.

I broke out in a cold sweat and my legs went limp and almost slid to the ground.

The old man quit: Yo ho, give you what you can, and pry the door. I sue you, all the property here Fan Xiong has been entrusted to our streets, you pry one and try it, run me this trick. Lift! If you pry it, I'll call the police and let you all squat on the fence. Handing out cigarettes? I'm sorry, quit! My wife won't let me smoke.

Another Chinese spoke, and this man spoke softly and convincingly: Excuse me, old man. The situation is such that Fan Xiong has signed a contract with Mr. Anthony. We in China are a country of etiquette, and we pay the most attention to the spirit of contract, and it is not easy for Mr. Anthony to fly all the way from New York, and he has no other idea than to get his things back. Anthony, do you know who it is?

I don't know. What Anthony Anbeini is, which temple he is a monk. The old man on the street sneered.

Anthony is one of New York's most renowned international collectors, and he knows many of the world's most famous personalities and is well connected. Let's put it this way, even if your mayor sees Mr. Anthony, he must be respectful and serve tea and pour water.

The old man's tone softened: Okay, I know you are big shots. But don't embarrass me, a little old man, I have leaders above me, and I am not easy for me. You really want to pry the door and go to the street to communicate with the leader, he is going to nod, you can let me blow up the building.

Good, good. The Chinese even said a few good. Then the chaotic footsteps faded away, and the people were gone. I knew it was without further ado, so I quickly took out my mobile phone and called for reinforcements: Copper lock?

The copper lock doesn't seem to wake up: what's wrong? You are really my ancestors, can you let me sleep soundly.

Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and take a trip to the building from last night, enter through the main entrance, don't climb. When I came in, don't let anyone notice, I was in that secret room. I said eagerly.

What's wrong? He asked.

I paused before I said, "Unlock the bell, you're dead."

There was a clang on the phone, followed by a busy tone.

After hanging up the phone, I counted the time, fidgeted, and had trouble breathing. I used to feel that I was a person who did big things, but now when I look at it, I can take a break as soon as possible. It's not much, I'm so distraught that I'm about to commit suicide.

I don't know how long later, when I was cornered, I heard a knock on the door outside, and I raised my ears alertly.

There were many knocks on the door, but I didn't speak. Then came the low voice of the copper lock: Luo Dao, are you away? It's me, Brass Lock, hurry up and open the door.

I ran to the door and opened it. When I opened the door, I was immediately unhappy, the copper lock didn't come by myself, and I brought a girl with a ponytail. The girl was thin and white, and although she was a little beautiful, she looked sickly, as if she was suffering from anemia.

The two men flashed into the room and closed the door. I whispered to the copper lock: Why did you bring the outsiders here?

This is no outsider. Copper lock looked at the girl: she is the sister of the bell, closer than you and me.

The girl walked briskly to the bed, reached out to measure the snort, felt her pulse, and rolled her eyelids. Turning to look at us: Can you two take my brother away without attracting attention?

The copper lock hurriedly said: Yes, yes.

He and I went to the bedside and set up the bell. Xie Ling hung his head, his feet were mopping the floor, and his body was completely cold.

I hesitated for a long time before saying: He, is he still saved?

I don't know. The girl was very calm.

I briefly explained the fact that the foreign art dealer was looking for someone to break the door just now, and then said urgently: Xie Ling died here, and I think there is also a key to revive him here, and those people cannot be allowed to come in and destroy it.

The girl said, "Copper lock, do you have a way to break the door lock so that those people can't get in?"

I'll try. Copper lock road.

A few of us went out of the room and closed the door. The copper lock took out his tools, reached into the keyhole and poked for a long time. I looked at the time on my watch and was in a hurry. And the girl, looking out the window with her coat in her pocket, was expressionless, very calm, and could not see any sadness or sadness.

Is this a fucking brother and sister?