One hundred and seventy-four chapters death fantasy (seven)
There are many doubts.
Jian Jian has never relied on his own memory to rule out low-level errors such as "misreading" in the first place... He would like to forget, but that weird yet unnamed disease doesn't seem to allow it.
So what's the problem?
Who would hang a broken wind chime here for no apparent reason?
Purpose, object, method...
All three have no idea at all.
It's impossible for someone to lurk in a car just to hang a wind chime, just like it's impossible for someone to go all the way to Germany just to eat a bite of pork knuckle.
In simple cognition, most human actions require reasons. For example, eating and drinking are to maintain vital signs, playing games is to obtain pleasure, and whoring...
Ahem, suppose there is really a person hiding in the train, risking exposure just to hang out a wind chime, what is his purpose?
Even if this wind chime has any special significance, the cost of hanging it up is too high - which means that it will directly expose its existence.
"It's so damn abstract." Jian Jian had no choice but to put the wind chime aside, and then instantly turned on the troll mode: "At that time, the old doctor actually told me that this thing can stabilize people's mental state? He**
Yes, I definitely accepted the advertisement!"
…
The train roared through the tunnel, and the "whooshing" sound of the wind penetrated into people's ears through the glass.
He simply pushed open the double wooden doors of the carriage, and the dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes almost instantly.
"What happened? Who threw a high flash on A1?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other person immediately replied: "Maybe it's because the lights are too bright...Hey, wait, when did you come?"
Although Jian Yi couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly, he could still tell that the voice did not come from Banxia, but from a man.
The greedy wolf of the Cross Club.
"Just now," Jian Yi responded calmly, "Where did Pinellia go?"
After finally adapting to the intensity of the light, he calmed down. The box in front of him was covered with a black marble floor, which spread under the feet of the two of them.
Following the marble lines, Jian Yan looked all the way to the opposite side:
A jet black traditional piano is placed on a crimson carpet with a label with the word "BRUNO" on it.
Passing around the piano, behind him is Greedy Wolf sitting on the dark red sofa. There is also a small wooden box beside him, which looks exactly like the one in Jian Yi's hand.
"Ban Xia went to find Brother Hai," Tanlang spread his hands helplessly, "You have also seen that the puzzles in this carriage are directly linked to music theory. A tone-deaf tone-deaf like me has no clue about this. She is almost the same as me.
…I wonder what Brother Jian thinks about this?”
"You don't think I have musical talent..."
Jian Yi said with eyes empty: "Of course, it's no problem to play a little star."
Greedy Wolf was speechless for a while: "The point is not about little stars! So, among the four of us, only Brother Hai really knows music to a certain extent... I just solved the astrology puzzle in my room and wanted to come over and help."
I was busy and ended up being... embarrassed..."
"Hey, Stars?"
Jian Jian said with great interest: "The topics proposed by the organizer are quite complex, including music, novels, astrology... By the way, what's going on over there in Haiwuya?"
"I haven't seen it yet," Tanlang shook his head and said, "We'll find out later when he comes over."
Coincidentally, as soon as I finished speaking, the door opposite was pushed open instantly: "Hey, why are you all here?"
Hai Wuya suddenly walked in through the double doors at some unknown time: "I thought it was just me and Banxia..."
"I came out a long time ago," Tanlang took a sip of water, pointed to the piano on the right, and then asked: "By the way, what is the content of your puzzle over there?"
"Don't mention it..." Hai Wuya almost had a big word "sorrow" written on his face, and said speechlessly: "May I ask what kind of medicine should be taken to relieve bipolar disorder when it attacks... Is this kind of question made by TM people?
!I’m not mentally ill, how could I possibly know!”
"So this is the hell difficulty scenario..."
Greedy Wolf Tanshou said: "The difficulty of hell difficulty is presented as the improvement of the opponent's strength and diversified tactical choices in your kind of battle scripts, but in puzzle-solving scripts, it is basically fixed on the puzzle difficulty...
If all Hell difficulty scenarios are very simple puzzles... then why is it called 'Hell'?"
"Brother Hai, how about I go to your room and take a look?"
Jian Jian shamelessly boasted: "Well... I happen to have hundreds of millions of points of research on mental issues. I'm not a professor, but a half-expert... If it were me..."
"I think you're right."
Behind the door, Ban Xia slowly walked over and gave Jian Jian a thumbs up expressionlessly: "People with mental problems like you should really study these things."
"Praise, praise," Jian Yan really took this as a compliment, and actually accepted the evaluation calmly, "Then I'll pass?"
"Let's go, let's go..." Tanlang could no longer comment on this nonsensical guy, "Anyway, we don't have anyone here who understands this. Let's just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."
…
Jian Yi carried her small box and walked to the front of the train humming a tune.
Speaking of the habit of humming music, it happened many years ago.
There were too few forms of entertainment at that time, and listening to opera was one of the few.
Kun Opera, Peking Opera, Yuge... were innovated and developed crazily in that era, evolving into different forms, and changing audiences. However, more Kun Opera was listened to simply, and this strange habit was developed.
.
It’s just that not many people pay attention to these now.
"MD, I feel like an old man all of a sudden."
Opening another double door, what appeared in front of Jian Yan was an already somewhat messy carriage.
Judging from the layout, this place is similar to a playroom in a kindergarten. There are several dolls scattered on the ground. Some are missing arms, some are missing eyes, some have no noses, and some even have only
Half the body...
It's simply a children's cult.
In addition, there is a small wooden swing, which is only suitable for children to play. If he sits on it, it will definitely collapse.
"Stars..."
Jian Jian recalled Tanlang's summary of this carriage and looked around, but there was nothing that could be related to these two words.
"really……"
He raised his head and cast his gaze on the ceiling.
