Ye Sheng stood firm and looked around expressionlessly.

Ning Weichen approached behind him, looked at the environment thoughtfully, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the human wall is really a human wall in the literal sense." ”

Ye Sheng whispered, "Ning Weichen, do you feel that the temperature here is wrong?" ”

Ning Weichen: "It seems to be a little cold." ”

Ye Sheng said: "It's not a little cold anymore. Ye Sheng took a photo of the square with his mobile phone, and there were several passages in the human wall world, which were intricate, more like a labyrinth than the upper layer. The light shifted to the right, and Ye Sheng saw a very different road. The flesh at the intersection there was stained with a faint layer of hoarfrost, just as the flesh was frosted in the refrigerator.

"The temperature here should be 4 to 5 degrees." Ye Sheng walked towards the frozen road and said, "Go here." ”

As soon as Ye Sheng's words fell, suddenly a grinning voice came, and the puppet said, "Where are you going?" ”

Ye Sheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he pointed the light at the light source, and saw that the puppet dragging the axe had chased him down the well at some point.

The puppet's body and face were covered with mold, but the laughter of chalk and carving knives remained on the face as an eternal mark. The puppet grinned and walked towards them with a blood-stained axe, at first walking slowly, his hands and feet stiff and twisted, and then he walked faster and faster, and the puppet suddenly ran.

The eyes are hideous, the axe is held high, and the big smiling face is so terrifying that it makes people's scalps tingle.

"Hee-hee-hee, where are you going!"

Ye Sheng gritted his teeth and glanced at him, without thinking about it, he pulled Ning Weichen and ran.

Ning Weichen was slightly stunned in the dark, but still obediently followed him.

The puppet chased after him, but Ye Sheng and Ning Weichen's physical strength was not comparable to ordinary people, so they quickly shook off the puppet.

When he walked into the frosty and frozen blood channel, Ye Sheng shivered coldly. If the temperature outside is 3 to 4, then here it is already below zero. The farther you go inside, the colder it gets, and a thin layer of ice forms on the walls. When he couldn't hear the puppet's laughter at all, Ye Sheng slowed down. At this time, the ice is getting thicker and thicker, covering the flesh and body tissues, and the world is snow-white, and the cold wind is biting, as if you are in a vast winter.

It's another fork in the road ahead.

Ye Sheng stood in front of the fork in the road and frowned.

Because this time he didn't know where to go.

Ning Weichen said thoughtfully: "Brother, are you cold?" ”

Ye Sheng: "I said it's not cold, do you believe it?" ”

Ning Weichen laughed.

Ye Sheng raised his head, and the ice and snow made him look like frost. Ning Weichen stepped forward and grabbed his hand, obviously Ning Weichen's body temperature was usually slightly cold, but now his fingertips were like a ball of heat.

Ye Sheng was stunned and tilted his head to look at him. Ning Weichen hooked his lips and smiled, his eyes were like peach blossoms blooming in the frost and snow, and he whispered, "Don't go forward, let's wait first." ”

Ye Sheng: "What are you waiting for?" ”

Ning Weichen put his finger on his lips and "shhhh Ye Sheng's mobile phone was seriously draining, so he turned off the flashlight. With the faint light of ice and snow, he followed Ning Weichen to find a place to sit casually.

"Can you say it now, have you found anything?" Ye Sheng said.

Ning Weichen looked at him deeply, and then said in a calm tone: "Brother, did I tell you that a hundred years ago was the 'Year of Cataclysm' recorded by Butterfly Island?" ”

Ye Sheng was slightly stunned and nodded: "Hmm." ”

Ning Weichen: "The year of cataclysm is the origin of all heresy, so the environment, education, current politics, and large and small changes have always been the focus of the research of the Bureau of Unnatural Affairs. I know a little bit about education a hundred years ago, and when you told me about the puppet, it felt a little familiar to me, and when you asked me the story of the three brothers, I was sure. ”

He blinked and smiled: "Brother, we are indeed in the fairy tale world, and it is also a fairy tale that everyone in Huaicheng has read at the beginning. ”

Ye Sheng was incredulous: "Fairy tales that everyone has read? ”

How can it be......

This laughing puppet and the so-called daughter of wisdom, he has never heard of. If you really want to say that the fairy tales that everyone has read, it should be Hans Christian Andersen, it is Grimm, and it is the Thousand and One Nights.

Ning Weichen said with a smile: "Why is it impossible? You must know that they are all texts from the original Huaicheng Primary School textbooks. ”

Text?!

Ye Sheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stopped speaking at all.

"If I'm not mistaken. The story of this puppet is that the old carpenter thought that laughter was the most important thing, so he only gave it an expression of 'laughing'. Then the puppet was slandered and bullied all the way because of this. ”

Ning Weichen smiled thoughtfully, and said lightly: "In addition to the puppet and the three brothers, there should be another bird here." ”

"What is Happiness", "Last Year's Tree", "The Story of the Little Puppet", ......"

The corners of Ning Weichen's lips furrowed, but her eyes turned cold.

"Brother, do you believe it now, I told you that the king of stories is an adult who was trapped when he was a child."

There was frost and snow in the world of blood and bones, but at this moment, Ye Sheng's skin not only felt cold, but also seemed to tremble in his soul. For a moment of tingling in his brain, he recalled the scrawny boy in the corner of the bookstore in his dream.

The gray shadows, the shriveled body, and the dusky years are like pale torrents, setting off those eyes to be extremely quiet, as if looking at the end of the story.

He thought the story king was a child.

But those mean and gloomy ps, absurd and bloody ghost stories, and absurd and crazy urban legends are completely impossible to come from the mouths of children.

The profile of the seventh moderator is always vague.

Such an S-class human moderator. Gloomy, eccentric, silent, and gray at the same time, at the same time naïve, crazy, cruel, and with an endless desire to talk.

Childhood is a journey without a return trip. 】

It turns out that the king of stories is an adult who was trapped in his childhood.

Ye Sheng pursed his lips, hid the anger in his eyes and said, "Ning Weichen, what is the fourth story?" ”

Ning Weichen: "Huh? ”

Ye Sheng: "The compilation of Chinese textbooks is one unit and one theme, and the theme of fairy tales cannot be only three texts. ”

Ning Weichen thought for a while and said with a smile: "Oh, there is indeed a fourth. ”

"The fourth part is called 'The Giant's Garden.'"

*

It's so cold, the cold Su Wanluo feels that the white gas she exhales is about to condense into frost in the air. She is actually a little short-sighted, does not turn on the flashlight, walks in a dark environment, and cannot see the road at all.

The bird's saliva was about to flow down, afraid that she would find out that something was wrong around her, so she hurriedly chatted to distract her: "You want to find your father." What kind of man is your father? ”

Su Wanluo was stunned and whispered, "Very good person." ”

She rarely talks about her family. When I was in the second grade, my dad disappeared. They moved to Huaicheng from Lianggang County, without relatives and no reason, and she was raised by her grandfather in the bookstore next door.

"I'm a single parent, but I was very happy when I was a kid."

The little bird sucked: "Don't you have a mother?" ”

Su Wanluo: "Hmm. My mom passed away when I was very young. ”

The little bird hypocritically said, "What a pitiful. ”

Su Wanluo barely smiled. The environment around her was getting colder and colder, and she felt that the knife she held in her hand as a precaution was about to frost. Su Wanluo asked, "May I ask, how long will it take to ......" Suddenly she was stunned. Because she wanted to take a step forward, but her footsteps froze with the ground. It was the ice—it was the ice that held her completely in place.

She felt a chill creep beneath her feet, and transparent, fragile, beautiful ice crystals fell on her skin, completely blending in with hers.

Those ice crystals seeped into her body, and the temperature did not decrease, freezing her blood in her veins!

Su Wanluo felt a sharp pain, and her eyes widened suddenly.

The little bird turned her head, and a pair of strange and greedy yellow eyes met her. It laughed with its mouth wide open and a hideous expression, its dense teeth covered with strands of flesh.

Chapter 73: The Man in the Story (10)

"Few people will remember the textbooks of childhood, but the stories you heard when you were a child will always leave something in your life." Ning Weichen thought about it, smiled lightly, and said casually: "After all, education is a subtle thing. ”

Ye Sheng raised his head, looked at the flesh and blood world solidified by frost and snow, and was silent and did not speak.

Ning Weichen is right, in any era, the texts that can be compiled into primary school textbooks must be stories selected from thousands of world libraries. Behind them there is inevitably a virtue, a value.

Based on these four elementary school textbooks, the story king continues to write such a strange and absurd world, as if he left them in his childhood. The greatest characteristic of children is imagination, they have wild ideas.

When the king of the story became an adult, he wrote about the truth bridge of true love lies, and wrote about the nightcrawler who punishes evil and promotes good, extreme and bloody, cold and cruel.

But when he was a kid. A hundred years ago, when education in China was still poor, for a poor and thin boy, the first storybook he came into contact with was probably a language book.

There are crows drinking water, seven-colored deer, and little girls selling matches.

This is the beginning of the journey of life.

Ye Sheng said indifferently: "If he really read these fairy tales, he wouldn't be like this now." "The truth, goodness and beauty that the story king should have are not the same, but he has a lot of requirements for others.

Ning Weichen was amused by him, his peach blossom eyes were bent, and he said softly: "The story king's requirements for good and evil are very extreme, and he believes very much that good and evil are rewarded. I suspect that perhaps after his childhood, there will never be a happy time in his life. may have hit walls everywhere in this life, and I have only seen truth, goodness and beauty in books. ”

Ye Sheng was slightly stunned, thinking of Huang Qiqi and Xia Wenshi discussing the script when they were in the haunted house before, and talked about childhood, and some people use childhood to heal their lives.

Few people will remember the textbooks of their childhood, but the story king remembers, and even the lines are remembered clearly.

The grinning puppet, the three brothers looking for happiness.

"Laughter is a very important thing, and if you can't laugh, you can't live a happy life."

"Ten years from now, she will meet us again at this well and tell us what happiness is."

People who like to read stories tend to have sensitive and gloomy personalities, and they don't know what the story king has experienced in his life, and only after his death can he become the master of the city's grotesque.

But at least at this moment, Ye Sheng's character is becoming clearer and clearer, and the king of stories is both a madman and a child. All of us will grow up, running around with bits and pieces of human interaction, running around with exhausting work marriages. Learning to grow up is a must in life.

But he was trapped in time.

He seems to understand why the story king became the seventh moderator. Because all human feelings, those extreme love and hatred, will only come down to two issues in the end: life and death, and time.

"What are you waiting for?" Ye Sheng raised his head and asked Ning Weichen.

Ning Weichen: "Wait for the ice and snow to melt." ”

Ye Sheng's face was expressionless: "Speak human words." ”

Ning Weichen: "Okay. The temperature in the innermost part is dozens of degrees below zero, and we used to look for death. ”

Ye Sheng suddenly thought of something, and quickly spoke: "Ning Weichen - when we jumped down from above, there was a sign by the well!" ”

Ning Weichen: "Huh? ”

Ye Sheng said: "The sign says 'no entry'. ”

The more Ye Sheng said, the colder his eyes became: "Isn't it the same plot in the giant's garden." In order to prevent children from playing in the garden, the giant wrote on the sign that it was 'no to enter'. Since then, there has been no spring in the giant's garden. He raised his eyes to look at the wall of blood-red men frozen by the frost, and whispered, "It turns out that the garden is under the well." ”

Ye Sheng's brain turned quickly, and finally took his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, stood up against the wall, and said: "It's going to be a harsh winter here, so let's go directly to the giant." I think finding the giant is the key to getting out of here. ”