"Well, the image is a reconnaissance sign." He handed back the telescope. "We should walk along the road to the island." This time, he was sincere when he talked about the island, and he was obviously not willing to investigate the rag, even though no one had come out yet.
"You can stay here," she said, but she knew he wouldn’t. She would rather he stayed here so that he could be alone in his area for a while.
But is it really possible to be alone here?
The ghost bird woke up in that field and was taken to Nanjingju for treatment for a long time. She died herself. She was a ghost, although she didn’t believe in the soul world after death. Even when she found herself back to the real world on the other side of the border in some unknown way … she found herself not a biologist of the 12th exploration team, but a pair of things. This feeling has not subsided.
In the face of the supervisor’s interrogation, she also admitted that "the place was so quiet and deserted … so I waited and dared not leave because I suspected that I was there for a reason".
However, these are not the thoughts of her department. The question is not only whether she is really alive, but also who she is. In addition, she also feels that her memory is not her own, but from others. She doesn’t know whether this is due to the experiment of the South China Bureau or the region. Although it is a complicated process to escape on the way to the headquarters, she still has a sense of mapping, as if another person has happened. She is just a medium. Perhaps it is this sense of distance that makes her avoid capture and makes her act more. The floor is absolutely calm. She arrived in the remote Rock Bay. Biologists have been here and are very familiar with it. For a while, she felt very calm, as if she were immersed in the surrounding landscape and experienced another feeling-she was decomposed by the environment and then rebuilt.
However, it was only when they rushed into the area that she really suppressed her uneasiness. When the sea came from all directions as if she were drowning, she felt panic for a moment, but then she felt as if she had lost it. She struggled to refuse death. In the sea, she was extremely excited and tried to swim to the surface happily-it was difficult to restrain her from breaking out of the cocoon in joy-which was like evidence that she was not a biologist but a new individual and abandoned another person’s fear of drowning.
Later, even the process of waking up the manager at the beach was like denying evidence that she had a complete sense of self. In addition, she insisted on going to the island instead of going to the lighthouse, which was also evidence that "the place where a biologist might go is where I want to go". Although all the memories were like seeing through a window that she belonged to another person, she didn’t really experience it, or she didn’t really experience it, but that kind of doubtful sense of belonging gave her hope that "you want a real life because you didn’t". The manager once told her that this statement was not accurate enough.
Since then, there has been no new experience. During the three-day walk, there are no scary monsters and nothing unusual coming out of the horizon. There is nothing unusual except surreal landscape and those secret continuous processes. Sometimes at dusk, she can see the biologist starfish flickering faintly, as if the compass in her mind attracts her to move on. She realizes again that the manager can’t feel these things. He can’t recognize the danger and the opportunity. The light has left her, but something else has taken its place.
He admitted that he was confused, and the area looked too normal. "Anti-shadowing" she said, "Do you know something but you don’t? ? The pattern is obvious from the side. You can’t ignore it from the side? ? ; However, when it floats, it is almost invisible from the bottom of the water. "
“? ? ？”
"One kind of bird" another kind of bird
"All this is a disguise?" It seems unbelievable to hear his tone, as if the reality is bizarre enough.
Ghost bird forgave him because it wasn’t his fault. "You’ve never walked in an ecological environment without damage or dysfunction, have you?" Maybe you think there was, but it wasn’t, so you can’t tell the difference between normal and abnormal. "
This may not be true, but she wants to maintain her prestige-she doesn’t want to argue about the destination. She believes that insisting on going to the island can not only protect her own life, but also protect her life. She is not interested in going to the enemy’s bullets in a desperate way. However, the way the manager acts makes her believe that he may be moving closer to such a solution, but as far as she is concerned, she has not made up her mind to have anything except to know more about her own area.
The light in this place is hard to escape, although it is far away, but it is very bright, which makes everything have a rare sense of clarity, including reeds and silt. It is because of this light that she can tell her own pace, so she feels like sliding. It is also because of this light that she can constantly replenish her mind, calm down, explore questions and then retreat, but it also makes it possible for her to continue to go where she has touched. She doubts that the manager can understand.
However, the light may also hinder them, because when they stop and go, they retreat their sticks to detect the ground in front to prevent danger, and the dense reeds are sometimes difficult to cross. Once, a crane flew up in its finely brown pattern reeds, and the distance was so close that she was as scared as the manager, probably more serious than the manager.
But in the end, they reached the rag reed and saw the huge yellow body half buried in the mud a little further away.
"What the hell is this?" Asked the manager
"It’s dead," she said. "It can’t hurt us." She seems to be nothing. The manager always overreacts. Because of some different experience, he is traumatized, nervous and frightened.
However, she knew exactly what it was, a terrible skull sinking into the mud and a pale and hardened mask, and looked at them with a circle of moss and lichens around them.
"whimpering monsters," she said, "we always hear them at dusk." She also chased biologists among reeds.
Its flesh and blood have already fallen off and slipped into the soil along the skeleton, leaving a strange skeleton, like a mixture of pigs and people. A group of smaller ribs hang like strange chandeliers in the chest, and many massive cartilage at the end of the tibia is eaten by coyotes, mice and birds.
"It has been here for some time," said the manager.
"Yes, that’s right." For too long, she looked up warily at the horizon to look for intruders, as if this skeleton was a trap. Ten months ago, it was still alive, but now it was highly decomposed. If it weren’t for the mask root, it was the "last eleventh exploration team" in the manager’s mouth. The psychologist had turned into a monster, but even if it met a biologist, it died immediately .. The rate of decomposition was extraordinary.
But the manager hadn’t thought of it yet, so she decided not to say it. He was staring at the skeleton and pacing around it.
"So this is a person," he said, and then repeated it when she didn’t respond.
"Maybe, maybe a failure vice." She believes that she is not a failure vice. She has the pursuit and free will.
Vice may be better than Zun, avoiding previous mistakes and creating a new reality.
As soon as they left the beach, he said that he was eager to exchange information. I can give it back to you. Now this is an expired taboo, which is of little value to both of them.
Her silence forced him to speak first. Although she felt that he was still hiding something, his words were full of urgency, passion and sincerity. Sometimes there was a hint of sadness in his words, but she was very white and chose to ignore it. It was easy to recognize it. When he visited her residence, he also showed the same meaning.
When she learned that the psychologist of the 12th exploration team was the former director of the Southern Border Bureau, and she laughed at the biologist as a special plan and a special expectation, she remembered the small friction during the initial job interview. She suddenly had a good impression on the psychologist. The cunning psychologist/director tried to rely on the broad and deep area of the biologist like the ghost bird to resist the sudden disappearance of a wren from the thorns, and it seemed to agree with this view.
When it was her turn to speak, she admitted to remembering everything until the crawler in the tunnel/underground tower scanned, decomposed and copied her-that is, the moment when she was created. When it comes to the face of the crawler and the lighthouse keeper, all kinds of mysterious and unbelievable expressions are like a light reflected from the manager’s face, as if he were a deep-sea fish. He has witnessed so many incredible things. What’s the harm of a few more?
His question has been asked by biologists, surveyors, anthropologists or psychologists of the twelfth exploration team, and it is in different forms.
This also creates an uncomfortable contradiction in her mind because sometimes she disagrees with her own decision-biologists decide, for example, why is her other doppelganger so careless about wall writing? Why didn’t she confront the psychologist/director immediately after learning the truth about hypnosis? What are the benefits of going to the ground to find crawler? Some things the ghost bird can forgive, but others are unbearable and make her fall into a roundabout assumption in anger.
To the biologist’s husband, she refused without hesitation, because her husband’s lonely city life is connected. The biologist was married, but the ghost bird was not bound by this responsibility without her. She is not too white. She has to endure marriage in two places. She and the manager have some misunderstandings. It must be clarified that she needs real experience to replace other people’s memories, but that doesn’t include them. No matter what impression he has on her, she has no scruples to accept his body and let reality and illusion overlap, because there is another husband in her mind who lost all his memories when he returned. Compromise will hurt both of them and it has no practical significance.
The manager stood in front of the whimpering monster and faced the skeleton. He said, "Will I end up like this? Someone? "
