Chapter 32 Chapter Thirty-One

"Do you know where we're going to find those four things?" I asked the guy on the belt, looking down. "I don't know." The other party answered simply and neatly. "Then what do you know?" I was anxious. "You will die soon!" the head sang. I rolled my eyes again, "Tell me, which direction should we go now?" I patiently changed the question. "There are only two directions here," said the head. "So shall we go forward or backward?" I continued to ask. "Going forward and going backward are the same direction," said the head. "Similarly, going left and going right are also the same direction."

I frowned, expressing my incomprehension. "Actually, you are not far from the place where you first saw the light, which is the place where we first met." The head blinked, "You walk in one direction, after a period of time, in the end always Can return to the position near the starting point." "But you just said that there are two directions here." "There are indeed two directions here. It's just that the two directions are neither front and back, nor left and right." I involuntarily raised my head. "Only people with brains full of water will look up." The head sighed, "The old guys are really right."

I wanted to unhook that damn head from my belt and kick it far away, but I fought back. "There are only two directions here, 'inside' and 'outside'. That is, 'in' and 'out'." The head finally stopped taunting me, it simply told me the answer - but unfortunately there was nothing Effect.Because I can't understand what it's saying at all.I stared at it, not trying to hide the confusion on my face. "Oh, 'enter' means entering, and 'exit' means going out!" The head raised its voice. "I don't understand." I honestly admitted my ignorance, ready to bear another ridicule from the other party.

"If you think of this as a hallway," the head gave me an unbelievable expression, it tightly twisted its two messy eyebrows, and began to explain very reluctantly, "Going in means 'entering the room', and going out means 'leaving Here'. It doesn't get any easier than this." "Can I get out of here?" My heart moved. "You're going to die soon! You can't get out!" the head yelled. "You mean I can't get out?" I took the initiative to ignore the annoying spoken words of the other party.I just want to continue this conversation.

"You can't get out." The head repeated crisply. "Then we're left with only one direction now." I shrugged, satisfied with the simplified result.I lowered my head and continued to ask it: "Where is the 'room' we want to 'go in'?" "'That room' is just a metaphor, why are you so clueless?" The head wrinkled its nose in disgust.It was so tightly wrinkled that all the shriveled features on that parched face were squeezed together, like a bun that had been drying on the eaves for a month. "The entrance is here." Baozi said.

I stood on tiptoe and looked around, but there was nothing around me but thick fog. "In the dense fog." The head added. "We're not in the fog?" I was baffled by the answer. "Of course we're not inside! We're outside the thick fog!" the head yelled, "Can't you see anything?" "See what?" I became more and more confused. "Bridge." "Bridge? Where is the bridge?" I stared around, but I couldn't see anything around me except the white mist. "The fog is the bridge." The head looked up at me with pity, as if seeing the most pitiful person in the world, "As long as we pass through the fog, we will enter the 'inside'."

Although I was extremely disgusted by its sympathetic eyes, I finally understood a little bit, "So how do we get through the fog? I mean, a 'bridge' like fog?" "The fog is the bridge!" The head repeated impatiently, "Just watch the steps step by step up." "Stairs? Where are the stairs?" I looked around, but again, I couldn't see anything. "Sorry, I forgot you were blind." The head sighed. "There is a bridge in front of you now," it said, "just in front of your feet." "So I just stepped on it?" I tentatively took a foot.

"Wait! A little more to the left, a little bit, a little bit higher, a little bit higher! Well, that's it." The head said, "Do you feel it now?" It's true, here, I am completely blind.I am like a toddler who has just started to walk, arms outstretched in the air, following the unreliable guidance of the other party, with anxiety and fear of the unknown, trembling step by step on those (for me) Completely non-existent steps. I was walking lightly in the air, and then a miracle happened. I felt that the fog around me gradually faded, and the wet grass just now seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me.I looked down to discern the steps beneath my feet, but I was taken aback.Because when I put my head down, I can't find my lower body at all.From my point of view, it seems that I have been cut off at the middle, and my lower body has completely disappeared in the thick fog.

This made me suddenly think of a question. "Did Vera leave here through the bridge just now?" I asked. "Everyone has to cross the bridge." “Is this the bridge I’m walking on?” Frankly, the very thought itself made me uncomfortable.Because I don't want to run into her again here.Better never run into her again. But the head just let out a contemptuous sneer, "There are as many bridges as there are fogs here." "It's like Venice." I breathed a sigh of relief. In Venice, canals replaced roads, and bridges served as Venice's transportation hub, linking the hundreds of islands and waterways in the lagoon.But obviously a shriveled head in the magic space knows nothing about these, as if I am confused about everything here.

"What?" the head continued with its defiant voice, "There are no bridges anywhere except here. At least there are not so many bridges." I shut my mouth.I don't want to continue this topic.I put all my energy into the invisible stone steps under my feet, hoping that none of me stumbled and fell somewhere.Because it's really hard to say here, maybe a somersault will lead to another completely different dimension.There have been too many uncertainties in my wretched life so far, and I must never risk it again.So I proceeded carefully, step by step, until I managed to cross the bridge and reach the other side.

I passed through the thick fog, entered the "inside" from the "outside" that the head said, and entered "the room" from the "foyer". I know I'm on the other side of the bridge, and not just because I can see my lower body again (great) and see my skirt filthy and wrinkled like a rag (not great) , as well as frayed stockings and soaked boots, I also saw the market in front of me. Yes, a bazaar. Bustling, crowded, bustling, you can use every possible adjective in your head to describe it, because it mixes all the warm colors and aromas of various foods.The hot wine with supplementary ingredients is bubbling in the earthen pot, and the golden fat of the meat of the unidentifiable animal is peeling off on the grill. The precious sesame oil is packed in colorful glass bottles, not to mention Spices that know where they come from are burning day and night.There are countless grotesque and exaggerated signs and small stalls, mixed with all kinds of cries, the crowds are bustling, noisy and laughing-it is the most lively Christmas market you can imagine or imagine, from me It expands endlessly before the eyes. A bazaar full of food and people, that's all a weary and lonely traveler like me needs.Or rather, it's all I need right now.I stared dumbfounded at what I saw, unable to believe my luck. I suddenly realized that I had just crossed a Bridge of Sighs. As Byron said: "One end leads to hell, and the other end leads to heaven."