Qingye Supernatural Office

I can't restrain my confused mood.

Because I saw the signature on the oil painting on the wall, which was light and scribbled, but after seeing the sign on the hospital bed, I matched it.

Zhuge Wen, this old man is called Zhuge Wen, and the signature on the painting is Zhuge.

He may be just a painter, but he just created those paintings and painted beautiful works.

Just like the "game" itself, it is just an entertainment work created by companies, planners, and programmers. They don't want to use games to kill people.

Zhuge Wen may be unintentional and innocent.

But his creations, indeed, became monsters.

I was at a loss for a moment.

Zhuge Wen's vital signs were weakening.

Even if I don't know medicine, I can still judge that Zhuge Wen's body is having a problem when I see that the indexes symbolizing heart rate and blood pressure are completely lower than the values ​​of normal people.

Drop drop drop...

The machine knew Zhuge Wen's situation better than I did, and sounded an alarm.

The bird monster sitting by the bed stood up, panicked.

Is Zhuge Wen dying?

He is going to die, will these monsters disappear directly, or continue to exist?

I was thinking wildly, unable to make a decision.

Zhuge Wen was different from Chu Run, Xiao Tianci, and Lu Manning.He's still alive, he might be an innocent alive...

The bird monster let out a shrill cry.

Doctors and nurses rushed in, as if they couldn't see the bird monster, and concentrated on rescuing Zhuge Wen.

I felt a sudden cloudiness.

In the blink of an eye, I saw Zhuge Wen's ghost sitting up.He disembodied, sat up, got out of bed, and walked through the doctors and nurses.

My heart tightened.

The bird monster also seemed to have seen Zhuge Wen's ghost, and hurriedly tried to block his way.

Zhuge Wen's expression was dull, he avoided the bird monster and continued to walk outside.If the bird monster stopped him again, he would just circle around stupidly, just like the AI ​​in a computer game.

The bird monster stretched out its feathered hand to push Zhuge Wen, trying to push him back into his body.

Zhuge Wen's ghost suddenly became transparent.

And as time goes by, he becomes more and more transparent.

The bird monster withdrew its hand, looking at Zhuge Wen in panic like a poor little animal.

With no obstacles, Zhuge Wen bypassed the bird monster and continued to move forward.

I thought of the video in Aoba's archives, and thought of Director Zhou.

Zhuge Wen at this moment is like a ghost who is going to report to the underworld after a normal death.

There is no ghost to lead the way, but Zhuge Wen should be going to the underworld to report, and then...

reincarnation!

Master Xuan Qing said reincarnation!

“……现在时间是2023年1月24日11点38分……”

The doctors and nurses stopped their rescue operations and were about to announce Zhuge Wen's death.

January 2023, 1 at 24:11 noon, the day I entered the dreamland, ten minutes before the real person Xuanqing entered the hotel to destroy the formation.

I suddenly looked at Zhuge Wen who was walking out.

reincarnation!

Zhuge Wen died at this time, and soon went to reincarnation.Therefore, Master Xuanqing has no choice!He couldn't fulfill the request of those bird monsters, he couldn't find Zhuge Wen's ghost at all!

If I miss this opportunity, can I dream of Zhuge Wen again and change the plight of reality?No matter how bad it is, at least, I will let Zhuge Wen live a little longer, before Immortal Xuan Qing solves the porcelain bowl...

Gritting my teeth, I put aside all my thoughts and rushed towards Zhuge Wen.

I grabbed Zhuge Wen's body with my hand, and was about to reverse his time, when the sound of eagle chirping sounded from behind me.

I was startled, and when I turned around, I saw the bird monster rushing towards me fiercely.

It was discovered!

I was shocked.

It moves so fast, I don't even have time to dodge it!

Just as the beak was about to pierce through my body, I felt the surrounding scenery change again.

The fresh wind, the warm sunshine, and the melodious chirping of birds are no longer the kind of murderous sounds.

I saw the woods, and I saw the birds flying out of the woods.

In the open space in front of me there are several wooden shelves with troughs for feeding birds.The birds landed on the shelf, pecking at the feed.They are different in size and appearance, and they are not the same kind of bird.

Some were so courageous that they flew directly to me, landed on my lap, and rubbed against my clothes.

A hand stroked the bird's head, and the bird chirped comfortably.

The hand was old and wrinkled, with ugly bulging veins and slightly misshapen knuckles.

I realized that it wasn't my hand, and it wasn't my body.

I floated up and saw Zhuge Wen.

Zhuge Wen was wearing overalls, and his baggy jeans were frayed with white edges.He was sitting on the rocking chair, teasing the little bird, with a kind and gentle face, completely different from the dying old man I saw before.

Behind him is a small wooden house, which looks old, not big, and its shape is very ordinary, not like a well-decorated holiday villa.

From behind the house came the cry of birds of prey.

The little birds flew up in fright and fled in all directions.

Zhuge Wen saw the little birds flying away, so he stood up slowly and entered the cabin.

I floated in and saw a room full of oil paintings.The paintings were piled on the ground, unframed.As for the content of the painting, apart from the quiet scene, another thing that remains constant is the back view of the girl in the painting.Girls in different clothes always turn their backs to the frame, without showing their faces.

Zhuge Wen walked through the living room, entered the kitchen at the back, and went out through the back door.

There is a large yard behind the cabin, with wooden frames and rabbits, chickens and ducks.

The cries of the eagle made these small animals panic and hide in their nests.

Zhuge Wen bent down and pulled out a big white rabbit that was bouncing around from a rabbit nest.

A black shadow fell from the sky, and it happened to land on the wooden shelf.It was an eagle, full of vigor, revealing a sturdy aura.

Zhuge Wen smiled and threw the rabbit in his hand to the eagle.

The rabbit twisted its body in the air, and before it landed, it was grabbed by the passing eagle.The eagle's claw pierced the rabbit's body, and the blood dripped all over the floor.

The eagle landed on the ground, stepped on the struggling rabbit, pecked open the rabbit's flesh with its sharp beak, and feasted on it.

Zhuge Wen looked at it with a smile, as if watching his little grandson eating with relish.He stood for a while, then sat down on a deck chair in the yard, looking at the eagle, then at the sky and the trees.

After the eagle finished eating the whole rabbit, it flapped its wings and landed on the armrest of the recliner. Zhuge Wen reached out and stroked the eagle's head, just like he was stroking that exquisite and lovely bird.

"Little bird...Little lark..." Zhuge Wen muttered to himself.

Hawkeye stared at Zhuge Wen, as if listening to his words.

I looked around, but I didn't see the bird monster or the bird-faced girl.At this time, haven't those things appeared yet?Should it be now... I looked at Zhuge Wen hesitantly.

The scenery in the field of vision seems to be covered with a layer of veil, and it is like the water surface blown by the breeze.

After a few seconds, everything returned to clarity.

I stood indoors again, with a drawing board in front of me.

A broad, powerful hand holds a paintbrush, dabbing on the canvas.

I moved my body and saw the young Zhuge Wen, who looked about 40 or [-] years old, but the expression between his eyebrows and eyes was more pathologically stubborn and crazy than the old him.

There are also many completed paintings around, but they are not quiet scenes and the back of the girl, but the outline of a girl, only the outline, no face.

"Ah!" Zhuge Wen suddenly threw away the paintbrush in his hand, and pushed the drawing board to the ground.

"Nightingale...lark...lark...no, no..." He held his head and moaned in pain.