Fugue

This is a small duplex that has obviously been remodeled.Coming out of the utility room, you can directly look downstairs. The outer side of the corridor is a glass fence, the stairs extend downwards in the center, and there are several side-by-side doors on the inner side. Only the orientation of the utility room is different. There is a huge window, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the two floors are connected up and down, and the thick blackout curtains are piled up on both sides, leaving only the tulle hazy.With this pattern, the twilight in the morning, the scorching sun at noon, the twilight in the evening, and the fireflies in the night moon can all be visited.In the morning, the top of the crystal lamp hanging on the second floor is illuminated; at noon, the sunlight passes through the crystal lamp, and scattered all over the floor, upstairs and downstairs, the lights are strange; throughout the afternoon and evening, the light slides down the stairs step by step to the upstairs. Downstairs, it is gradually dark yellow, staining the bookcases and floors on the first floor, as well as scattered cushions and unmatched carpets.

The sense of wistful replay dissipated, as if it never existed, as it always has been.Ye Li then groped in and gave Gan Luan a pair of gloves.Gan Luan thanked him, and said while putting on his gloves, "When I first entered the door, I had an old-fashioned illusion."

Detective Jun reasoned (actually guessed): "Are you going to say 'what happened just now seems to have happened' or 'I dreamed about that scene'." This kind of mystery is like a kind of flu, almost everyone has experienced it .

Gan Luan thought: Yes, it is accurate.I think I have been here before. In my long memory, I stood in front of the door of the utility room. This kind of picture seems to be a historical face.

"It's good to get used to it." Ye Li said: "I came here before, and I just walked around. The surface of the house gave me the impression that, except for the clues that may be hidden in the utility room, other places are obvious at a glance, and everything is naked. .” Gan Luan didn’t understand why he liked to use the adjective “naked running” so much.He thought that the reason might be this: for most people, the more a word is forbidden to say, the more courageous it is to swim in the bottom of the heart, then it is likely to be more willing to jump out of the water.It’s like when your elders teach you not to swear, but you cringe and listen, but you still swear in your heart, and you still utter dirty words outside, and the stimulation of immorality is everywhere.From this it can be seen that Yeri may be banned from streaking.For a thing to be forbidden, it must first exist.Thinking of this, Gan Luan was in awe of Ye Li.

Later when they chatted up to this point, Gan Luan shared his wicked conjecture, and Ye Li held his face with one hand without shame, "It's almost there." Gan Luan almost thought he had run naked, and Ye Li continued, "Brother Jing Never promised to take a bath with me (Gan Luan: Why did you agree?! And why do you want to take a bath together? What do you want to do?!). I just pestered him and ran naked together, and later he said..." Ye Li touched him Beautiful eyebrows: "I run naked in front of him again, and he shaves all the hair above my head."

In the above paragraph, Gan Luanding only found out later that in Gan Luan's heart, Ye Li is still a brave man who seems to be keen on streaking... no, a romantic.

The romantic said: "In fact, this place is worth investigating. You can see the full bookshelves on the first floor, but the police have not touched them. It should be said that they just received a report, recovered the body, adjusted the surveillance, and found a suspect. Everything will be fine."

Standing on the railing, Gan Luan couldn't help but be attracted by the layout below. When he was in it, he realized that the entire first floor had been opened up. The bookshelf is like a stone pillar supporting the roof of the temple.But the tone here is not as brilliant as the temple, it is indifferent, like the keys of a piano with no sound, leaving black and white empty.

Cushion orgy?Or a carpet feast?He stumbled along the way, because there were too many gaudy cushions and dusty carpets, and books were stacked here and there, and there were traces of lying down and chewing books everywhere.Those magical bookshelves like stone pillars of the temple go straight to the roof, and the books circle around its outer contour hand in hand, and the books on the top floor are far away from the heights that can't be reached by hand.

Ye Li also said: "How can I get the books above?" After speaking, he jumped up and struggled uselessly.Gan Luan said: "There are three methods. One, the ladder; two, light work; three," he walked across the living room with difficulty, and lifted the wooden board on the wall: there was an LCD screen hidden inside.Gan Luan pressed the switch, and Ye Li jumped over to watch the startup screen with him.Ye Li tried hard to say: "Oh... this, this, we have it at home." The expression of struggling to recall is similar to constipation, which makes people know it at a glance.Gan Luan sincerely hoped that Ye Li could get rid of "constipation" by himself, so he didn't explain.

This bookshelf control device is also equipped in the Gan family's old house. He used to fiddle with it often in the back mountain, and it can be regarded as easy to handle.It's just that what Gan Luan used to operate skillfully was the bookshelf attached to the inside of the cylinder, but today's is the outside.Their structures are different. The Gan family's one is only through the simulated control of the electronic screen, so that the bookshelves can be switched up and down, left and right. The one here seems more complicated.He just noticed that there is a square blank on these pillars, if Gan Luan's guess is correct, this is the key to move the bookshelf freely.

After entering the system, a cylindrical bookshelf icon appeared on the LCD screen, which was fat and fat, which made no sense.There is a book on the top of the icon: Tiandi Xuanhuang, three buttons at the bottom, two arrows facing left and right, and an "Enter".Seeing the way, Ye Li slid his finger on the screen, and the Q version of the small cylinder also "snapped" and went to the back, and the words on the top became: Autumn Harvest and Winter Collection.

Gan Luan: "..."

Ye Li: "..."

Finally, they chose "Yunteng Zhiyu" and clicked to enter.

There was a subtle movement in the corner of the eye. Gan Luan and Ye Li turned their heads at the same time, and saw a circle of lights on the top of a column not far away. The spines of the books are now unobstructed.

It seems that this root is "clouds make rain".

The curved bookshelves covering the pillars have obvious partition veins. If they are a whole, they are painted in the same color, let’s call them large bookcases.The large bookcases are of different sizes, either square or rectangular, and the distinction is obvious.The shelves are inserted horizontally or vertically into the large bookcases to form small lattices. The places where books are placed are small bookcases.

Ye Li kept lowering his head to study the LCD screen, and when Gan Luan saw the way, he also said: "If my reasoning is correct, it wants me to play the cylindrical version of Huarong Dao?"

Gan Luan watched helplessly as he took a wrong step, "Entertainment time is over, wash up and go to bed." Then she came by herself, Ye Li walked away, and jumped back after a while, "Hey, hey, what's the name of this stick? Laishuwang', there seem to be a few photo albums on the top, according to my 25 seconds of scouting experience, it's either a treasure or a treasure map, my friend!"

Gan Luan slid the icon to "Cold and Summer", and after entering, a serious cylinder (compared to the fat icon) appeared, with lines cutting the surface, and the grid layout was the same as that of a physical bookshelf, even the blanks fit.As Ye Li said, this is a cylinder version of the Huarong Road game. You simulate the operation on the screen, and the software will record the route. After confirmation, the machine will automatically work and move the big bookcase - according to the route you set.I don't know who was too idle to make the settings, it was boring and exploded.

While waiting for those grids to move to the target position, Ye Li wandered across a ladder, just high enough to reach the topmost book.The two couldn't help thinking about the ladder.

Ye Li: "Then what is the purpose of this brain-burning boring machine?"

Gan Luan: "What is the purpose of this ladder?"

They fell silent.

Gan Luan said, "If you climb this kind of ladder alone, you won't be afraid of falling to your death?"

Ye Li said: "That's not the problem. I want to get a book, but it has to ask me to play a game before I can get it. Isn't it fantastic, does it think it is God? Or does it think everyone will find it interesting? This kind of rubbish Such idealistic designs should be burned to death."

Gan Luan agreed. "But," he said with melancholy eyes, "if there is only one way in the world, then the fear of heights must be tortured to death by idealism."

Ye Li (wipes away tears): "A human tragedy."

Gan Luan (heartache): "The tragedy of the universe."

Ye Li suddenly said: "What is that?"

Gan Luan: "Huh?"

Ye Li, who was off-screen, kicked away a few cushions and ran over to carry the ladder: "My friend, our comrade Ladder has meaning."

They cooperated, and Ye Li climbed up the ladder: "I found out that I have a fear of heights!" He tore off a bit of wallpaper, touched the small hole exposed on the wall, and smiled helplessly at Gan Luan who was holding the ladder.In the end, they came to the conclusion that the surveillance here was as intensive as that at the old house.Except the rats were removed before the police came.

……

The silence this time was even thicker: both of them were thinking.

The wall next to the window was covered with several layers of shelves, Gan Luan walked over and saw wine bottles piled up on the shelves.The red and white wines, empty and full, half-corked, are all Yaocheng's specialty wines: "White Night" and "Black Light", these must be Gan Xiao's wines.These two names have a long history. In the past, they may have meanings. Bai Ye and Mo Guang are the destruction of two realities.But its vicissitudes are the corpses of history, and the current "White Night" and "Black Light" are just names.In this era where people don't understand despair, but everyone sings about darkness, it's probably a bit vulgar.So when they see them, people generally refer to them with abbreviations: "WN" and "BL".The sales volume of the two old friends is astonishing, so it is said that "wine raises Yaocheng".It is proud to walk on the Kangzhuang Avenue, but it is tiresome to walk over and over again.Always walk one way to heaven, such a reincarnation, like a ghost hitting a wall in happiness, and the mood is not like "I am so poor and only have money left"-it just doesn't know what is good or bad.People who drink alcohol have a love-hate attitude towards alcohol.They nicknamed "WN" Vivienne; they made up an urban legend for "BL", saying that those who like to drink "BL" are either slender and beautiful boys, or they are addicted to beautiful boys.I don't know whose masterpiece it is, but it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.For example, now, when Gan Luan sees "White Night", he thinks of Vivienne, when he sees "Black Light", he thinks of Gan Xiao's beauties.

Ye Li described Gan Xiao: "Gan Xiao is like a streaker covered in glue all over his body. He is full of loopholes and runs naked among you. No matter who it is about, his sticky glue is stuck on him." Rough, but just right.Yes, there are many people around Gan Xiao.He traveled around the romantic places, entertained people, and contacted countless people.Superficially reckless, secretly colluded with Gan Xian and the others, and secretly hid Gan Lan.Compared with Gan Xiao, the glue expert, Bian You is as simple as an angel.

"The crime scene was recorded," Gan Luan said.When he saw Ye Li flipping through the photo album, he frowned.Hearing this, Ye Li raised his head, the thought on his face hadn't faded away, like the last lingering night in the morning mist.It seems that the album has a story, but Gan Luan wants to finish his story first.

"But they only left images of Bian You running away." The answer is obvious: "In this case, there are not only Gan Xiao and Bian You, but also a person or a group who dismantled the camera."

"Based on these alone, Bianyou cannot be cleared of suspicion."

"But we have a direction."

"Compared with the direction, you should read this growth record first."

Gan Luan picked up the booklet, before opening it, he thought Ye Li was referring to Gan Lan's growth record.It later turned out to be his own.

A photo album without a face, captured from his profile, his back, his past.

Gan Lan said:

"Fruit sandwich?"

"Bad blood. Aren't you fond of bad blood?"

"You say you like bad blood because it's like you, and because your blood is broken, too."

He knows, he really "knows."

It turns out, it turns out...

If you want to be firm in your faith, it is wrong to even breathe without knowing it.Gan Lan said: "The times are scientific, but I am a monster." Yes, he agreed with him.The coexistence of differences is not unrealistic.It is the vision that limits the world, what he thinks of as the past, the existence, and the reality that he thinks can't get out of his eyes after all.What is true is to be doubted.

He should be the most suspicious and the most repentant.

Because he was sleeping in a dream.

Gan Xiao's ulterior motive of peeping, Bian You's complicated eyes, Gan's ubiquitous cameras, and Gan Lan's "really knowing".He didn't notice so much staring.

Gan Luan thought: My past is full of fog, my ignorance is unforgivable.I thought I had reached the ferry, but actually...

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Ye Li put all the useful photo albums into boxes, but Gan Luan only took one.The photo lay flat in his pocket, it should have no sense of existence, but it looked like a living thing that could beat, even covering up Gan Luan's heartbeat.It's all that living creature.The leaves piled up on the side of the road turned green one after another, and a green tide rolled up into the sky, and their car broke through the waves.He watched the leaves growing back, the bare branches absorbing the green leaves, and the green leaves sprouting new veins.That's what he saw along the way.He also saw the hands that his parents couldn't shake hands, the Ferris wheel he named, the photo he and Bian You took on the Ferris wheel every year, Gan Xiao taught him how to drive, Gan Xu tidied Xu Li's clothes, Gan Xu sorted out his attitude over and over again , Gan Xian put his big hand on his forehead, Gan Xian cried to him, Yun Shuo recited on business, Ye Jing looked up under the tree.

They move forward, but time and space flow backwards.His past grows new leaves, new leaves with twisted veins, new leaves seduced by vines.

This trip yielded a lot, but Gan Luan became more and more confused.It's like entering a cave to explore, trembling along a gloomy path, and finally reaching the depths, only to find that there are dark cave entrances everywhere, and each entrance is unfathomable.But in the time left for him, he can only choose a path.

Yeri said, "I have two questions."

"You said."

"According to Gan Lan's performance, I temporarily think that he and Gan Xiao are in opposition, and he is bound by Gan Xiao. Now that Gan Xiao is dead, he gets... It means that he was saved by you. You eat the opponent's Chess piece, he is your prisoner of war. His master is dead, and his situation is ten thousand times better than before, but why does he still keep silent to you?"

"En." Gan Luan didn't respond for a while.The leaves outside the window are like flying birds gathering and scattering, fluttering up the branches and reflecting in his eyes.They're still growing back, growing back.Back in the afternoon when the old house was in ruins, he and Gan Lan stood on the only remaining stairs, with scars engraved on the handrail behind them.Gan Lan stuck to the wall had stubborn eyes, but tears were fragile, and he pinched him, and he kept Gan Lan in that time.Like a monster staying in the legend, Gan Lan is there, whenever you come to the legend, he is there again, calling your false memory with real tears.Gan Lan said: "Because you know it all. You don't know it now, just because you don't want to know. I can't presume to tell you again, it's all things you don't want to know."

"According to his monster logic, all I asked were things I already knew, and he didn't need to say anything."

"Don't think about what he said, you just need to know that he doesn't want to tell you anything."

"This is question one," Ye Li glanced at him: "You know what I'm going to say."

Yes, he knew, it wasn't hard to draw conclusions.He just moved away temporarily as if avoiding the steam hitting his face.

"Then question number two, it's a sharp one, and I think you're getting the hang of it. Now I'm going to help you with that—everything revolves around him, everyone gets knocked off track, but he's the only one who's doing well."

It started from the car accident that Ye Li called "Fate", or in other words, since he had the idea of ​​keeping Gan Lan.Both Gan Xiao and Bian You wanted to secretly take Gan Lan away, so Gan Xiao died that night, and Bian You disappeared on suspicion of murder the next day.Then, Gan Lan's information reached him smoothly, and the timing was perfect, as if he had finally waited for a weapon in his hand. As soon as the information was in hand, he decided to use Gan Lan.Then, Ye Jing cooperated with the lawyer, leaving the difficult Gan Xianren speechless.There was no wind that could resist, and the dust fell straight to the ground.On this track, Gan Lan walked towards his track, just like the road paved by God.And all the people involved with Gan Lan, and the people around him, were all run over.As if placed on top of flesh and blood, the minced meat and broken bones formed a track, and the black iron wheel roared past, mottled with crimson, leading them to the abyss-like hole.

"If we put questions one and two together, we can draw a familiar conclusion." Ye Li said: "From your choice to use Gan Lan to realizing his identity, in this series of events, apart from you and Gan Lan , and a third person. Let’s assume that Gan Lan’s current position is due to push hands, then Gan Lan’s uncontrollable behavior can also be explained as: his monarch is still there.”

In Gan Xiao's death, besides Gan Xiao and Bian You, there was a third person who dismantled the camera.

Gan Lan's identity was settled, besides Gan Lan who came out of the blue, himself, and a third party: the person suspected of controlling Gan Lan.

There is a hidden thread interspersed between these two things, braiding the three together into a confusing braid.Maybe the thread needs to be removed and everything will work out.

The only person beside him who is connected to that thread is Gan Lan. Maybe Bianyou knows something, but he is passive and can't find Bianyou at all.So, what should he do with Gan Lan?His hand touched the beating photo, Gan Lan was no longer limited to the thin image in reasoning, just like this photo that made him hallucinate, the beating green leaves covered the way ahead, and the vines stumbled his footsteps .He once thought: no matter what you are.Whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter.But he can't see it at all, can't see it at all.

Although the youkai born in the legend are displaced in the story, they exist in the hearts of humans who know the legend... Is that all?So do monsters really exist...?

……

From that day on, Gan Luan found that he often met Gan Lan's eyes.What a shame to peek!His hobbies, his habits, his tastes, this monster is so clear about it that he peeked out from nowhere.Could it be that the stalker album came from Gan Lan?Of course, he was just thinking about it (thinking of persecution paranoia), on the outside, unless Gan Lan is a thousand-year-old monster in human skin, it is impossible for Gan Lan to do it.An imbalance arises: Gan Lan is very dear to him, and he knows nothing about Gan Lan, except that this person is a lunatic.Moreover, he has never won against Gan Lan (in terms of bickering)!Only hypocrisy is invulnerable.Maybe moodiness is all part of this monster's show, who knows.In short, Gan Lan is like a bowl of dark food with thick smoke, no one dares to taste it, and if he gets close, he is afraid that he will explode.

With the mentality that a family thief is hard to guard against, Gan Luan began to avoid someone's "peeping" intentionally or unintentionally.One time, he felt a bit itchy in his belly, maybe confetti fell into it.Just as he lifted up to check, Gan Lan happened to pass by, and Gan Luan pulled back his clothes like a hidden treasure, almost with hand cramps.It turned out to be a false alarm, Gan Lan didn't seem to notice his movements, and kept walking.Gan Luan breathed a sigh of relief, continued to take out the paper, and then looked up, Gan Lan was lying on the back of the sofa directly opposite him, looking at him brightly, like a ghost.Like a ghost!This guy must have drifted past!Is there any shadow of this person!He is a wraith!It must be!Gan Luan was going crazy.Then Wraith spoke, with a Wraith expression: "To be honest, I'm not at all curious about your unnutritious belly."

"How do you know it's nutritious." It's not because you've seen it!He wants to lock the door!He must lock the door!Fuck his uncle's warm support, he is not an evil mage, what kind of resentful spirit does he want to raise!

Gan Lan puffed up her face.Gan Luan said: "Oh, then you should be nutritious, and you should show me." This short and thin little bamboo pole - he thought so at the time, and he regretted it later.Modesty can serve as a shield, as can contempt, but contempt also has the danger of surrendering to the enemy.This is a history of blood and tears: if the opponent has a mirror, your contempt can kill yourself.

"Hmph." Gan Lan jumped up, stood on the sofa, staggered, and when he stood still, he bared his big white teeth at Gan Luan...and his shallow six-pack abs.

"Touch it?" Gan Lan raised his eyebrows at him, with a hair raised on his head, and even the fur was shaking proudly: "It's not a painting, it's real." After speaking, he touched it himself first, with a satisfied face, as if he was stroking him The son in the womb is simply terrifying.

...What kind of fertilizer is used to irrigate this vegetable!The essence of Schwarzenegger?Why does a skinny dwarf have abdominal muscles!Did he grow up eating shit, it must be.

"No, touch." Gan Luan said.His expressionless face remained until Gan Lan fell asleep, while the roar in his heart roared all night.Later, cakes with different flavors were delivered to the old house every day, usually Gan Lan ate two, and Gan Luan went to apply for a fitness card.

One day, the sun was very good, and the afternoon sun illuminated the whole mountain. The vampire castle seemed ten years younger. Gan Luan thought it was just right, so he called Gan Lan and asked him to accompany him to the back mountain.

They walked one after the other on the path of the back mountain, the dead leaves under their feet creaked, their eyes were far away from the autumn scenery, the weeds were waistless, and the thin trees were barren.Above their heads, the distant sky was cut off by towering dead branches, like broken bright blue glass.There is only one road, leading to the place he always wanted to take Gan Lan.

"That is……"

There is a tall tower in the distance, with light on the top of the tower, it is not clear what material it is, it looks like a pyramid.The whole is a straight column, a brick tower body, no windows, and the brick surfaces are painted in different colors. It is like a fairy tale dream, as if hiding a cursed princess.

Gan Luan opened the metal lock, and the wooden door creaked and groaned, and the tower came to life.The most eye-catching thing is the top-through column in the tower, on which colored glazes flow, making up silhouettes, beautiful scenery and stories.When the wooden door is closed, sunlight pours into the column from the top, penetrates the glazed glass, and flows like spring water, pouring into a rainbow.

Being in the tower is like being immersed in a mottled dream.

The ancient wooden ladders surround the tower, and Gan Lan involuntarily climbed up the steps, stroking the wall with his palms, and the undulating spine of the book shocked him.The entire curved wall, the entire tower, is lined with books, the color of glass is as clear as water, and all the books are like treasures sleeping under the sea.

Gan Luan asked him, "Have you ever been to this place?"

The photo in his palm was slightly hot.

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"This photo is interesting." Ye Li pointed to Gan Luan, "And..."

Gan Luan took the photo away, shook it casually, and found an angle that didn't reflect the light.A blurry side profile occupies half of the photo, it's Gan Luan himself, probably out of focus.Although the background is a playground, only three people were photographed in this photo.Not far from him, there is a villain, who did not face straight ahead, but looked towards the camera of this photo... These weak drooping eyes, it turned out that Gan Lan's eyes were red when he was a child, and it is not the same as now same.And the third person in the photo who took Gan Lan's photo——

"Unfortunately, there is an old photo of your mother saved in my phone." Ye Li put his phone screen side by side with the photo.

The familiar woman in the photo is exactly the same as the one in Bian Zhiyue's old photo.

My past is full of fog, and my ignorance is unforgivable.I thought I had reached the ferry, but in fact I was only going back and forth in confusion.

-Maze Ferry-

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Be careful!He moved Gan Lan to a safe corner and asked, "Shut up?" Gan Lan opened her eyes wide and nodded.Gan Luan let go of him, and said earnestly: "This kind of secret setting will become invalid if others know it." Oh my god!Shame!Please don't go away from me!