Chapter 12 Worm (9)

The last sentence made Zhuang Qiushui a little embarrassed, he raised his eyebrows a little bit shyly, then rushed to the side of the road quickly, stopped a taxi and rushed to Huangquan Road. In the evening rush hour on Sunday, the road to the suburbs was particularly congested, and I didn't go far in more than ten minutes.He couldn't wait any longer, so he sent Xiaodie a text message first. At this moment, Zhuang Qiushui sat anxiously in the taxi, waiting for the phone to ring.He hoped that Shang Xiaodie was just joking, or a prank between good friends, she didn't go to Huangquan Road at all, but was secretly laughing in a corner of the school.

However, he understands that Xiaodie is definitely not this kind of person, she is not a person who can lie at all. At this moment, the text message rang, and it was indeed a text message replied by Shang Xiaodie—— I've found the Butterfly Cemetery Seeing this text message, Zhuang Qiushui trembled all over.But he immediately shook his head again—no, Xiaodie must have made a mistake, she thought she had found that place, but she didn't at all. How can the "Butterfly Cemetery" be found so easily! But he was still very worried, so he simply dialed Shang Xiaodie's number.

The bell rang again for a long time, and finally heard her voice: "Don't call me." Xiaodie's voice trembled slightly, and her tone was cold, completely different from what she heard last night.Zhuang Qiushui said patiently, "Are you really in the Butterfly Cemetery?" "yes!" "How do you prove that you are in the butterfly cemetery?" Shang Xiaodie replied calmly: "No. 1999, Jingwei Ninth Road." Hearing this house number, Zhuang Qiushui felt as if he had been punched hard, and his whole heart was immersed in the freezing water of minus 50 degrees.

Then he yelled on the phone: "No!" This sound made the taxi driver turn around, thinking that he was driving the wrong way. However, Shang Xiaodie hung up the phone. Zhuang Qiushui stared blankly at the phone, and could clearly see his hands shaking.He finally lost his composure and shouted anxiously to the driver: "Master, hurry up to Jingwei Ninth Road, No. 1999, near the other end of Suzhou Creek." God, she actually found it! June 11 at 17:40 pm Not long after Shang Xiaodie put down the phone, the ringtone rang again, and the caller ID was still Zhuang Qiushui.

She shook her head and refused to answer the phone. Instead, she put the phone in her bag and let it ring as she wished. Anyway, the battery was fully charged before she came out. Behind are hundreds of ancient tombstones, and ghosts are moving around underground.And on the broken tombstone under his feet, there was the bright "Beauty and the Skull" butterfly. Is this the "Butterfly Cemetery"? Xiaodie continued to read wild poems, the twentieth and twenty lines—— Trojan warriors are opening the gates of Troy The soul of Achilles crosses the bridge of heaven Why did you go to Troy in Homer's Epic?What do the wooden horse and the city gate symbolize?

Suddenly, the butterfly flew up, like a bunch of beautiful paper-cuts, dancing tango in the mid-air at dusk.Her sight followed it up and down, until the butterfly flew into the old house in front. His gaze was fixed on this house, it didn't look very grand, nor was it as gorgeous as an ordinary old bungalow, it was more like some kind of public building.There is a doorway in the center of the house. When you get closer, it is very dark inside, but there seems to be some natural light above.Butterflies fly in from here. She took a deep breath and stepped into the deep doorway.The walls inside are extremely thick, like walking into an ancient city gate—yes!Gates of Troy!This is the answer to the code.

It's so dark here that it makes people shiver.However, in the dark doorway, there was a light hitting her forehead. Shang Xiaodie slowly raised her head, and the dim light poured down like a clear spring, directly hitting her pupils.It turns out that the spire of the doorway is made of wood, covered with more than a dozen pieces of frosted glass, and you can see the evening sky when you look up.Such a design is really ingenious. I didn't expect this door opening to have artistic value. What surprised her even more was that there was a "overpass"-like staircase in the middle of the doorway.The staircase hanging in mid-air seems to be decayed, and it seems to be crumbling.And on the dark green wooden railing, it seemed that the ghost of a woman in white was still lingering.

"The soul of Achilles crosses the bridge in the sky" - I finally understand this code. Isn't the "bridge in the sky" the "overpass" above the head?Achilles was a hero of the Greeks. Although he was invulnerable all over his body, he died because of being shot in the foot by an arrow.He did not live to see the day when Troy was captured, so he could only cross the "bridge of heaven" with his soul! I also remembered what Bai Lu said on the phone: "The deep city gate leads to hell, the light of heaven caresses your forehead, and the ghost greets you on the suspension bridge."

Of course, this is the place without a doubt! Just when Xiaodie passed under the "overpass", a voice faintly rang in her ears - like a faint cry, or the whirling of some kind of musical instrument, a young woman's melodious singing, coming from a certain corner of the house Outgoing... Ah, that familiar melody again, the song I heard in my dream, the song I heard on the "Butterfly Cemetery" website. Who is the singing woman? Is she in this house? This is the sound of another world, growing with the humid air.Shang Xiaodie is wandering in the canyon-like doorway, the lyrics have gradually become clear——

you lurk underground I am waiting in the world You spin your own cocoon I long for loneliness This song is like the weeds in the cemetery, like the wildflowers in the rubble, like the wings in the soil, like the poems by the stream, like the ghosts in the "butterfly cemetery". Shang Xiaodie looked up at the "overpass", the soft light fell from the ceiling, as if melting her whole body.This live version of the concert is so soul-stirring, the singer is close but not in sight—who is she? However, the feet moved forward involuntarily.Until she walked out of the doorway, there was actually a large courtyard outside, facing a tall and majestic brick wall.

But the strange singing stopped suddenly. This wall is actually four or five stories high, and it is estimated to be the outer wall of a huge building.But the red bricks sealed the door below, and only the windows on the third and fourth floors were exposed.Through the upstairs windows, you can see the darkening sky.It turned out that there was only one wall left in this tall and sturdy building. There is still such a house on the right side of the patio.Only the left side is a big gap, but it is full of bright oleander flowers.Xiaodie was amazed by their beauty—in such a desolate and terrifying place, the white and red flowers competed with each other, like a teenage girl blooming alone, as if they had endless vitality. Yes, isn't this delicious but poisonous plant blooming all over the bank of the "ghost creek" in the school? Take your eyes off the oleander, stand under the doorway and look up at the high wall in front.It has the feeling of a European medieval church, just like the Ruins of St. Paul's in Macau-majestic, solemn and sacred, as if there are children's voices in the choir at any time. Shang Xiaodie couldn't help taking a few steps back, a complex emotion rose in her heart.Like a pilgrim who has trekked thousands of miles, finally saw the gate of Jerusalem, and almost worshiped the wall. what happened?Her eye sockets were moist, she couldn't restrain her excitement, it seemed that she was destined to be here.She stepped forward quickly, almost throwing herself on the high wall, stroking the gap between the bricks with her hands. In an instant, there was a feeling of electricity coming from the surface of the brick, and the whole heart was about to be hollowed out by this wall. Tears were uncontrollable, flowing down like a stream, wetting the weeds on the ground. Xiaodie softly read the twenty-second and twenty-third lines of the poem—— write a secret note Tucked into the crack of the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem This is a hint for the password. The singing sounded in my mind, and the "Wailing Wall" in Jerusalem appeared in front of my eyes-for more than two thousand years, every Jewish Sabbath, believers would go to the wall to cry the pain of subjugation.It is said that if you write your wish on a note and stuff it into the crack of the "Wailing Wall", your dream will come true. Yes, she should write down her wish! Despite the scary legends about wishing, Shang Xiaodie immediately opened her schoolbag and found the paper and pen.The tip of the pen trembled on the note for a long time, and finally wrote down the biggest dream in life. Letting out a long breath, she put the note to her lips, and printed a kiss—perhaps the hope of this life is here. Then, she stuffed the note into a crack in the wall. "My Wailing Wall." There are words in the mouth. I prayed silently in my heart. Suddenly, Shang Xiaodie saw a white line protruding from the crack of the wall one meter away.When I got closer, I found a note stuck in the crack of the wall.She gently pulled the note out of the crack in the wall, and unfolded it carefully. There was a line of delicate handwriting on it—— One, I want to meet my sister; two, I want to pay off all the debts for me and my sister. This is Bai Lu's handwriting! Another ironclad proof, Bai Lu must have been here a few days ago, and wrote down her wish in this "wailing wall".The note looked new, only partly wet, and must have been put in recently.If it had been put in a few years ago, it would have been soaked by the rain. Yes, in the multimedia message Bai Lu sent, there was also a photo of a note stuck in a crack in the wall! Shang Xiaodie took a step back.The sole of the foot seemed to have stepped on something, but when he looked down, it was a small cross. Although the surface of the metal cross in the soil is somewhat rusted, it is still difficult to hide its exquisite patterns.There was also such a photo in Bai Lu's multimedia message. Suddenly, the back of his head felt numb.She turned around and looked back, only to see a black figure standing on the "overpass" in the doorway! There was a dark background all around, and the light falling from the skylight overhead shrouded the person in a ghostly light. Ah, this ghost was also photographed in the MMS that day. Xiaodie stared at the figure dumbfounded. This was the first time in her life that she was face to face with a ghost. She moved slowly and walked towards the stairs in the door opening.She walked all the way to the bottom of the "overpass", and the light from the skylight shone into her looking up eyes, allowing her to see the "thing" on the stairs clearly. The long hair is faintly visible, the whole body is curled up and bent, and the black belt is floating between the green railings.The face was really hard to see, the light was completely obscured by the hair.Only a pair of sharp eyes shot out, like a beast in the dark night. After only a few seconds, the shadow "floated" across the stairs and flashed into a small door next to it. No, definitely not an illusion! Shang Xiaodie shouted loudly: "Don't run!" But she couldn't go up in the doorway at all, and the door on the ground was locked, so she could only run into the courtyard. There are also two doors in the courtyard, one of which has the word "female hostel" written on it in faded colors.Inside the door is a dark wooden staircase, which is exactly the same as that written in the apartment in the deserted village.It was dusty and smelled of decay.She stood nervously at the door and looked up the stairs, but it was so dark upstairs that she couldn't see anything clearly. He hesitated for a long time at the stairs, but still didn't dare to go up to have a look.The inside has been in disrepair for a long time, and the wooden stairs are also in a state of decay. It is probably extremely unsafe to walk up. Shang Xiaodie retreated to the center of the courtyard again.The hour hand reached six o'clock in the evening, and there was no sound in the ruins, and the ghost "floated" to nowhere. She called out boldly: "Hey! Is there anyone... is there a ghost?" Her echo came quickly in the distance, rippling among the empty walls.The sound spread throughout the cemetery, as well as the ruins of the old factory, and even awakened the snails at the bottom of the Suzhou River. At this time the cell phone rang again, Xiaodie just pretended not to hear it, now no one can let her leave. Turning around in the yard, three sides were blocked by walls and houses, only one side was open, but oleanders were in full bloom. Where is the "Butterfly Cemetery"? Maybe this whole ruin is. Suddenly, the butterfly flew into her sight again, its bright wings waving in the twilight. The beauty and the skeleton—flyed into an iron gate on the far left side of the high wall. It turned out that the door hadn't been closed yet, so she hurried over and pushed the iron door open. At this moment, Xiaodie has completely forgotten the time, and the night is about to cover the earth, but she boldly walked in. Behind the high wall, she finally found the Butterfly Cemetery. The dust settled. Butterflies also settle down. It stopped on a tombstone, resting its bright wings. Different from the Western-style cemetery outside, this tomb is in a traditional Chinese style.There is a tomb nearly two meters high behind the tombstone, which looks like a big mound.The grave was covered with weeds, and several unknown flowers bloomed. Shang Xiaodie lowered her head tremblingly, and read out the last two lines of the poem—— Embracing the dead body of oleander petals I Kiss Quietly - Butterfly Cemetery This is the end of all the mysterious poems, and the last code can be broken without breaking it. When Kocho raised her head again, she saw a dense oleander forest.The red and white flowers just make the background of the grave. Yes, she saw it at last. A voice came from the ground, whispering in her ear—— "Welcome to the Butterfly Cemetery!" There was no more time to feel fear, and hurried footsteps sounded behind him.She saw a young man and woman, wearing very old clothes and carrying some special tools in their hands, walking cautiously into the high wall.The man's expression is serious and excited, but the girl's expression is so sad.She is so beautiful that people think she is a fairy coming out of the painting.Another butterfly flew by, and the air shone with golden light... Suddenly, everything in front of me disappeared again, leaving only the lonely tomb sleeping in the wind. Shang Xiaodie felt dizzy more and more dizzy, and the soles of her feet were also a little fluttering.Panting for breath, she clutched her chest and walked slowly to the tombstone. There is no cross carved on the stele, but an oval ceramic photo is inlaid.Although so many years have passed, this ceramic photo is still so clear. The black-and-white photo shows a young woman with a European face, deep eyes, light hair, a playful nose, and soft lips.She smiled faintly on the tombstone, showing a lovely dimple at the corner of her mouth.However, her eyes were depressed, as if she was imagining her own grave while taking this photo.She was as beautiful as Helen in ancient Greece, but she flew across thousands of mountains and rivers, and was buried in this eastern butterfly cemetery! The name of the owner of the tomb is engraved under the photo.The sky was getting darker and darker, so she could only take out the flashlight to illuminate the words on the tombstone—it turned out to be Russian letters! This kind of writing was often seen in Soviet movies in the past, but she couldn't understand it at all.So, she borrowed the light of the flashlight and took pictures and words on the tombstone with her mobile phone. Below is the date of birth and death of the owner of the tomb—— 1912—1936 Ah, the European beauty on the tombstone was actually born in 1912, but she only lived to be 24 years old, and died in 1936. What a beauty from ancient times! The butterfly suddenly flew down from the tombstone, flapped the wings of the beauty and the skeleton, and flew to the bottom of the tombstone. God, it's completely dark. Shang Xiaodie could only squat down and shine the flashlight on the bottom, but she could vaguely see a few Chinese characters. She struggled to decipher these words, and read them out slowly—— Shang Xiaodie's Tomb In the light circle gathered by the flashlight, these five words pierced her eyes like a sharp sword. The moon is dark and the wind is high. Butterflies scream. Ghost dance. Beauty is like dirt. The sharp blade pierced her cornea, continued to penetrate deep into the brain cavity, and penetrated the nerves of the brain—countless oleanders blooming...the mother is smiling...the screams in the video...the eyes of the ghostly beauty..."Ghost The schoolbag by the creek...the red women's shoes...the burial flowers under the old peach tree...the sound of the flute in the middle of the night...the bloody lips in the dark... Also, the self on the tombstone. That song sounded melodiously again—the second explosion of the small universe, everything collapsed and died out. it died. Spit out the first strand.