MTL - What’s Wrong With Seeking Death?-Chapter 112

Yang Buqi did not see anything.

He followed Xu Tuoran's pointing, no matter how he looked, he could only see the deep forest shrouded in red light. Xu Tuoran frowned after hearing his question.

"Didn't you see it? It's such a big statue of a rabbit with whiskers under its head, so cute..." Xu Turan subconsciously described a few sentences, noticing Yang Buqi's increasingly bewildered expression, his words stopped suddenly.

As if remembering something, Xuan opened his sleeve and took a look, then sighed softly:

"Sorry, I must have read it wrong."

I saw that the color of the rune on the arm had indeed faded a little. Looking at Yang Buqi's face again, Xu Tuoran was not surprised to find that there were also strange ups and downs on the other's face, and he could even vaguely see the outline of the face hugger.

This further confirmed her thoughts—the effect of the rune had indeed weakened a lot, and the statue should be just one of the hallucinations.

So she didn't say anything more, just silently patched the rune on her arm with a pen, and turned her head to look again, and sure enough, she couldn't see the huge black rabbit statue in the distance.

Looking at Yang Buqi's face again, it has become smooth, clean, handsome and handsome, so he took a long breath and put the pen in his pocket:

"Okay, it's okay, let's go."

With a relaxed tone, she dragged Yang Buqi forward. Before leaving, she didn't forget to take out the map and take a look again—without the guidance of the big statue, she could only rely on the map, combined with the escape route of the white bear just now, to roughly determine the direction of travel.

The two moved again among the trees. The little pink flower that was stuffed into the pocket by Yang Buqiqiang poked her head out, frantically shook her crushed head, crawled out with hands and feet, ran all the way along the hands held by the two, and ran straight to Xu Tuoran shoulders, and sat down happily.

Yang Buqi was originally looking at Xu Tuoran's arm worriedly, his eyes were attracted by it, he frowned unhappily, then his eyes fell on Xu Tuoran's left hand which was clutching his own tightly, his eyes flickered slightly as he thought of something verb: move.

"Then what, you don't need to hold her so tightly..." He said cautiously, but he didn't have any intention of pulling his hand away. Xu Tueran glanced back at him, and said "hey": "But be on the safe side. I heard people say that tourists will get lost in this forest."

I heard this from the lady in the tearoom. Although according to her opinion, even if the people who are traveling together tie each other together, they will be separated without knowing it, but Xu Turan feels that it is safer to hold each other than not to hold each other.

Yang Buqi let out a low "oh" when he heard the words, wondering whether he should tell Xu Tuoran that he is different from ordinary humans now, and should not have similar problems; but before he could speak, Xu Tuoran suddenly stopped .

"Then what, Yang Buqi." She frowned and looked at the scene in front of her, with a suspicious tone, "I'll confirm with you again. Is the forest we're in normal?"

The reason for asking this is simple. Because at this moment, in her eyes, this forest is very abnormal.

I didn’t feel it when I stayed around the execution ground, but after walking a few dozen steps, I could clearly feel the color change around me—the forest right now was also shrouded in red light, but that layer of light was full of a strange flow Feeling, there will be some purple and orange changes in the flow, making people feel like they are in a huge glass ball.

...and as if the light itself had life, moving like a fish at the moment.

And the camphor forest shrouded in this kind of phantom light is even more indescribably weird. The tree trunk feels taller, and has a somewhat old-fashioned hunched posture. There seems to be something hanging from the crown of the tree. From time to time, people feel that there are shadows shaking above the head, but if you look closely, you can't see anything.

There are more or less leaves lying on the trunks as far as the eye can see. They are adsorbed on the trunk like Zen, and the green and yellow leaves are gently stretched like cicada wings. Xu Tuoran didn't understand how they climbed up at first, until she took a few steps forward.

These leaves are flying up—every time she lifts her feet from the fallen leaves, she will always bring a few fallen leaves with her. They spread their leaves and glide in the low air like little bats, some of them will try to bite Xu Tuoran's feet , and some will pounce on the nearest tree trunk, revealing insect-like mouthparts and starting to bite. On the bitten bark, a **** red liquid snaked out.

It’s fine if it’s just like this, but what makes Xu Tuoran even more incomprehensible is that as the juice is absorbed, the yellowed leaves gradually return to verdant green—under the envelope of flowing red light, if you want to accurately distinguish the color In fact, it is not easy. But with Yang Buqi and Xiao Fenhua on the side for comparison, it is very convenient to distinguish the green.

And after they turn back to a vibrant turquoise, they will fly up again, reintegrate into the canopy, and become a part of this huge life system again.

Xu Tuoran: "..."

"Is it because I haven't reinforced it well?" She murmured incredulously, and pulled her sleeves again, "Even if it's an illusion, this is a bit outrageous."

"...No, it's not your hallucination." Yang Buqi pursed his lips, his face serious, "There is indeed something wrong with the trees here."

He put down the stone spear in his hand and startled a pile of fallen leaves. He took the opportunity to reach out, grab one of them, and looked at its mouth that kept opening and closing: "The life forms here are also very strange."

"Speaking of which, I discovered something before." Xu Tuoran remembered another thing, "There seems to be no soil under the fallen leaves in this forest."

"I found out too." Yang Buqi nodded, let go of his fingers, and the leaf flew out as if fleeing for his life, "The power of these trees seems to flow up and down..."

He paused, frowned, and seemed to be struggling with how to express it: "And the way life flows here is also very weird. It gives people a feeling of withering and rebirth at the same time..."

The deeper you go, the more obvious this feeling becomes.

Xu Tuoran was surprised: "You can even feel this?"

"The result after the upgrade... there are gains and losses." Yang Buqi's eyes flickered twice, obviously Xu Furan's tone was a compliment, but his tone was heavy like a sigh.

Xu Tuoran didn't quite understand where his emotions came from, but wisely, he didn't ask any further questions, but continued to walk forward.

After another three or four thousand steps, the outline of the building finally appeared between the trees in front of the two of them. It looks like a corner of a hemisphere, and the rounded arc can be seen from a distance. I don't know what materials are used on the surface of the building, it is smooth and bright, full of brilliance.

The two looked at each other and hurried forward. Hurrying quickly, before finally arriving at the building, Xu Tueran raised his head to see the whole picture of the building, and couldn't help but let out a low wow.

As seen from a distance before, this thing is really a hemisphere. The whole is like a huge bowl upside down on the ground, and the surface material seems to be some kind of thin metal. The visual effect of colorful flow reminds people of the stained glass windows of the church.

Outside the building, a tall wall was built with stones. On one side of the wall, "Bug Museum" was written in big characters in red paint. My life is coming" Some fight.

However, what Xu Tuoran cares about is not the words on the wall—strictly speaking, not these words.

The stones used for this wall are exactly the same as the stones and stone spears used for paving, but the stones used here are larger, and Xu Tuoran was finally able to see the complete pattern on it—that's when she discovered that those patterns that she thought were waves , which is actually more like an ancient text.

"Words?" Yang Buqi frowned slightly, followed by staring at those wave-like patterns for a while, and for some reason, he felt a little familiar, but if he looked closely, he would feel dizzy again.

"Then can you read what is written on it?" he asked.

Xu Tuoran said calmly: "'Because of the vicious incident of insects fleeing from the execution ground recently, the main entrance of the museum is closed. The museum is operating as usual, and staff please enter through the back door. Thank you for your cooperation'."

Yang Buqi widened his eyes slightly: "You really understand?"

"...I read the words on the notice board next to it." Xu Tuoran gave him a funny look, and stretched out his hand to point to the side. I saw a small notice board standing in front of the stone wall, with crooked writing on it, all written in simplified Chinese.

Yang Buqi suddenly realized and nodded, thinking about his reaction just now, he also found it a little funny. Just as I was about to say something, I heard Xu Tuoran say, "But I seem to be able to understand this kind of writing."

She stretched out her hand and pointed at the stone wall, and murmured, her tone a little erratic: "'When the star gate belongs to its own place, when we dance and sing...He comes following the sound...Destruction and new life, blooming like color'…"

While thinking about it, he suddenly frowned again, and circled a large pattern in the middle with his fingers: "I can't understand it here, I feel that the arrangement here is completely messed up."

It's like an illiterate, randomly splicing a bunch of disordered Chinese character puzzles together. It looks like a word, but I can't understand it at all.

Xu Turan stared at it for a while, feeling faintly dizzy, so he shook his head and looked away. Yang Buqi seemed to see her discomfort, silently tightened the fingers holding her, and quietly handed over some vitality. Xu Tuoran looked at him in surprise, paused for a few seconds, and smiled.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem." She led the people into the stone wall, "There are no more clues here, let's go in and have a look."

There is no door installed on the wall, only a large gap is left in the middle as the entrance. After entering, you can see that there is still a considerable space between the stone wall and the hemispherical building. There are no trees in this part of the space, but it is also covered with fallen leaves. There are obvious signs of being crushed on the fallen leaves.

"Looks like a rut?" Yang Buqi observed for a moment and made a guess. Xu Tueran nodded, his eyes fell on the closed gate of the building, "The main gate is indeed closed, go around and have a look at the back."

After finishing speaking, he tugged at Yang Buqi, and walked towards the rear of the building along the rutted marks. After walking for an unknown amount of time, a familiar little train suddenly came into view.

"Good guy." Xu Tuoran's eyes widened slightly, "It turns out that the little train in the execution ground came to this place!"

—I saw that in front of them was the same model as the little train I saw in the execution ground before. The only difference is that only the front of the train and the two carriages behind the front of the train are left. And these two open-air carriages were filled with corpses of abominations.

"So that's how it is. The 'Museum of Bugs' refers to the 'Museum of Abominable Objects'." Yang Buqi also came to his senses, "But opening a monster exhibition hall here...is there any point?"

No one answered his question. Xu Tuoran only focused on looking at the corpses of the monsters in the carriage—Yang Buqi was still thinking about the meaning of the existence of this museum, and suddenly felt a chill in his hands. Taking a closer look, Xu Tuoran simply let go of his hand, and ran to the side of the carriage to poke and touch.

Yang Buqi: "..."

He looked at Xu Tuoran, who was picking up stone spears in high spirits, and looked at his empty left hand. He fell silent for a moment, and said with difficulty, "Keep a low profile, and be careful not to be seen by others..."

"I'll just take a look." Xu Tuoran said intently, carefully picking up a thin piece of mollusk with the tip of his spear, "Wow, look, this octopus is so big! It's even bigger than the one I hit before!"

...do you think you're catching the sea with something the size of an octopus?

Yang Buqi was speechless for a while, and just about to say something, Xu Tuoran's face suddenly changed slightly, and he trotted back, pulling him back a few steps, and hid in the shadow cast by the building. Yang Buqi looked over with doubts, Xu Tuoran hurriedly lowered his voice and explained: "Someone is coming, I heard the voice."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw a big white bear walking unsteadily from the other side of the small train. Unlike other white bears, this one wears a large pink apron and a pair of large pink gloves on his hands—it looks thick, similar to baking gloves.

The big white bear didn't notice the existence of Xu Tuoran and the others at all, and happily swayed over. After seeing the corpse of the abominable thing on the carriage, it covered its mouth and nose with its bear claws wearing big gloves without hiding its disgust. Immediately bent down, I don't know what operation I did, and easily let the last car separate from the front car body. Then I saw it dragging that carriage alone, and left with a whimper.

Xu Tueran pricked up his ears until he was sure he couldn't hear the footsteps before he came out of the shadows. First, I looked at the small train with only one carriage and the front of the train left, and then circled in front of it—

But not far in front of the locomotive, there is another exit from the wall. The hemispherical building on the opposite side of the wall is still smooth and clean, without even a single gap.

"That's not right." Xu Tueran walked to the vicinity of the exit, looked outside, and then looked at the outer wall of the building next to him, "The sound of footsteps almost disappeared here just now. And the marks of the ruts did not go outside. Explain here There must be an entrance."

And this entrance is most likely the "back door" written in the notice in front of the door.

Xu Tuoran thought for a while, and his eyes fell on the small train with only one carriage left. Yang Buqi has already squatted down and began to study the structure of the small train, his tone is affirmative: "This thing is quite easy to disassemble, just take off the hook..."

He looked up at Xu Tuoran: "But are you sure you want to go in?"

"Now that you're here, let's take it as a visit." Xu Tuoran's tone was firm, and he walked over quickly, and together with Yang Buqi disassembled the last carriage, saying as he dismantled, "And there is very little information about the Bug Museum at present. , maybe there are some important clues in it."

Although the woman in the tea room once said that she had traveled here as far as she could, Xu Furan reckoned that it was unlikely that she would go in and have a look. do not mention.

And judging from her statement, she lacks powerful means to deal with the **** bear. The passage near the execution ground and the main entrance of the museum were closed recently, so there is a high probability that she walked around directly from the execution ground. If you don’t go inside the execution ground, you can’t know the existence of the little train, so it’s not easy to think about the relationship between this thing and the “door”—

For example, a small train full of piles can drive directly from the execution ground.

For another example, when you push a carriage full of monster corpses, the back door of the museum will automatically open for you.

Looking at the metal one-sided door that naturally appeared in front of him, Xu Tuoran and Yang Buqi exchanged a look, and continued to push the single-carriage forward firmly. The moment she stepped through the door, no reminder sounded in her mind, which made her heave a sigh of relief.

...Although I don't know why, I am a little disappointed. But in any case, there is no danger warning, which is always a good thing.

After entering the door, they first saw a deserted and quiet hall. There is an entrance on the wall opposite the hall, and there is a sign next to it, which says "Enter the exhibition hall from here", and there are entrances and exits on the left and right walls without any signs.

"It's strange. No one will go in here to visit, so why put up a signboard?" Xu Tuoran leaned closer to Yang Buqi, whispering. The latter shook his head in the same confusion, quickly glanced at the passages on both sides, and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

Xu Turan quickly glanced at the ground, only to see some dry red marks scattered outside the exit "leading to the exhibition hall" for some reason, judging from the trajectory, it extended from the exit on the right. And from where I was, there was a faint rut, leading all the way to the entrance and exit on the left...

"Go to the left first." Xu Tuoran quickly made up his mind, took off the small pink flower on his shoulder, put it in his backpack and locked it, and tiptoed inside with the stone spear in hand.

Go in along the entrance on the left, and the first thing you see is a narrow passage with no lights, only a little light at the end of the passage. Xu Tuoran pulled Yang Buqi, walked carefully through the passage, kept turning his ears halfway, as if he was listening carefully.

"What?" Seeing this, Yang Buqi asked in a low voice, "What did you hear?"

"The sound of running water. There is also the sound of plopping." Xu Tuoran whispered, and couldn't help speeding up his pace.

And the moment her head stuck out of the exit, she suddenly realized where those strange sounds came from - at the end of the passage, there was actually a huge pool.

The edge of the pool was at the same level as Xu Turan's line of sight, so it was difficult for her to see the inside of the pool clearly, but she knew very well that the sound of water flowing was coming from it. As for the "plop plop" falling sound, she also quickly found the answer:

I saw that next to the pool, there was really that unloaded small train carriage. The white bear in the apron and the big gloves was struggling to drag the carcass of an abomination from the car and shoved it into the pool.

The corpse of the abomination fell with a muffled sound. The white bear followed but didn't move, just stood quietly by the pool. After a while, Fang dragged down another corpse and pushed it into the pool with difficulty.

Next to the pool, there are no other staff. Xu Tueran seriously thought about whether he should take the opportunity to bring down the white bear, but he was not in a hurry when he thought about it, and she was very interested in the work of the other party now, so she continued to observe patiently.

The white bear repeated the operation of pushing down the monster's corpse several times, then suddenly stopped, shaking its head on the spot and becoming dazed, not sure if it was fishing or waiting for something.

After a while, it suddenly turned its head and looked to the side, stretched itself, and walked slowly to the side.

Xu Tueran followed the probe to look over, only to find that there are actually two pools in this space—the two pools each occupy one end of the space. The white bear was standing in front of another pool at the moment, reaching out to shake a rocker device on the side of the pool.

As it swayed, a huge fishing net rose from the pool. Inside the net is a red thing—it looks hard, shiny, and translucent. Like a huge ruby.

Inside the ruby, there is still a shadow, which seems to be wrapping something. From this distance, Xu Tueran couldn't see clearly, but she could clearly see that after the big white bear moved the "Ruby" into the small cart next to it, it pushed the small cart by itself, from behind. Go out through another door.

The trolley is too small to completely enclose the "ruby". Part of the jewel was exposed outside the car, and liquid dripped down the surface and landed on the ground.

Xu Tuoran looked at the red traces dripping on the ground, understood it all at once, immediately pulled Yang Buqi, turned around and quickly walked back along the passage. As soon as I returned to the hall, I saw the big white bear pushing the trolley reappeared in the entrance and exit opposite, and pushed the "ruby" in the cart directly into the door that said "to the exhibition hall".

But this time, Xu Tuoran was finally able to see the true face of that "ruby"—

That's not a "gem" at all.

It was a piece of amber. Red, huge amber.

Inside the amber is the corpse of an abomination.

"Good guy. One monster eats three things." Xu Tuoran looked at the direction where the great white bear disappeared, and muttered to himself, "It can not only collect performance, but also be an exhibit. By the way, it can also be processed into a work of art. Design this process The people here are also quite idle.”

Yang Buqi: "..."

There is one thing to say, I think there is no difference in essence between being an exhibit and being a work of art.

But for Xu Tuoran's statement that "one blames three people", he has some other ideas—

"The corpses of monsters here should not only be used as exhibits." Yang Buqi whispered, "I feel something, but it's not very real...I need to take a closer look."

"Then let's go." Xu Tuoran said indifferently, picked up the stone spear, and walked towards the exit marked "Leading to the Exhibition Hall".

...Isn't it, wait, so arrogant?

Yang Buqi, who originally wanted to wait for the white bear to come out before taking action, couldn't help being startled, hesitated for a moment, and followed quickly.

Unlike the left and right entrances and exits, this door is not connected to the corridor. Once you pass through, you will be greeted by a vast exhibition hall—the overwhelming red color instantly hits your eyes, and the light jumps and refracts on the hard surface of the exhibits, making Xu Tuoran dizzy for a while.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand to cover her eyes, but Yang Buqi didn't seem to feel anything, so he quickly pulled her to hide behind a certain huge exhibit. Xu Tuoran slowed down for a while, and finally got used to the dazzling visual effect. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Buqi touching the red shell of the exhibit beside him with a dignified expression.

"Sure enough, my feeling is not wrong." He was silent for a few seconds, and said with difficulty, "This shell is the same thing as the blood film on the **** bear."

"?" Xu Tuoran was startled, and his first reaction was to poke it with the stone spear in his hand.

Sure enough, it didn't move.

"Great hand." She couldn't help but clicked her tongue. Because the blood film can restrain the stone spear, she instinctively regarded the blood film as something good, and even wondered if she should try to pry a piece back. But Yang Buqi continued:

"Moreover, this layer of things has its own activity and direction of life flow."

"..."

Xu Furan, who was tapping the hard shell lightly, paused: "You mean... this thing is alive?"

"No, it's just active. And the level of activity is very low." Yang Buqi quickly explained. Xu Tueran nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Then what is the direction of life flow?"

"They are absorbing the power of the corpse of the abomination, and then transmitting that power." Yang Buqi hesitated for a moment, turned his body slightly, protruded a soft twig from his wrist, and tentatively pressed it to the blood-colored hard skin. On the shell, his complexion became even uglier.

"Yes, they are absorbing power, in order to feed something...something huge..."

He shook his body slightly, put back the twig with a pale face, and raised his eyes to look around - he could see in all directions, but wherever he could see, there were huge blood-colored amber wrapped in the monster's corpse. , not one thousand, but hundreds.

…And those who will be thrown into the execution ground by the **** bear are all abominations with strong individual abilities. In other words, the Hu level is just the beginning, and the average strength is probably around the Hui level.

Now, they are all piled up here. Became a heap of ignorant sacrifices, used to feed the nourishment of an existence.

—And how big can the guy who can get these support grow up?

Yang Buqi didn't dare to think about the answer. Just trying to guess is enough to make his scalp tingle.

Just at this moment, Xu Tuoran let out a soft "Huh" at the side.

Yang Buqi turned his head quickly: "What's wrong?"

"There are engravings under this exhibit." Xu Tuoran said, put the stone spear on the ground, and began to adjust the angle constantly—the exhibit was irregular in appearance, and it did not completely fit the ground, and there were still some gaps. The word was written in this narrow gap.

I don't know whether it was written for the purpose of concealment or the situation at the time, but the position of this word is very awkward, and it is written upside down, and the structure of the font is falling apart. Xu Turan spent a lot of effort, and finally recognized those two characters.

"Go to the altar." She read those two words with difficulty, looked up at Yang Buqi, "What do you mean?"

Yang Buqi looked back blankly and shook his head slightly.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for them to find the answer to this question.

The exhibition hall was very quiet, so Xu Tuoran could easily catch the movement of the white bear. The two of them avoided the range of activities of the white bear, holding the idea of ​​"come here, at least earn back the ticket money", and walked around the exhibition hall on tiptoe, feeling as if they were in a boundless jungle made of blood-colored amber .

Under many of the exhibits, words such as "go to the altar", "the altar" and "in the altar" are engraved. Xu Turan memorized all these without knowing why, until she walked to the center of the exhibition hall unknowingly.

I saw an altar there.

A small altar made of stones.