Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty-One

If you get two David Bowie (famous British rock star, born in 1947, a pretty non-mainstream guy. Claims to be 1.79 meters tall, but doesn't look that tall), fix one of them David Bowie On top of another David Bowie, glue another David Bowie on each of the arms of the top of the two David Bowie, and put the pile of things in dirty Wrapped in a piece of beachwear, you get something that doesn't exactly look like John Watson, but those who knew John will find the resemblance memorable. He is tall and awkward.When he no longer harbors any wild fantasies and just sits on his deck chair staring at the Pacific Ocean with a calm, deep depression, you will find it difficult to distinguish him from his deck chair, and you will not dare to put your hands on, let's say, his arms, and all of a sudden they'll snap apart with your fingers.

However, when he turns to you, his smile is very memorable.It looks like it's made up of all life's greatest miseries, but when it's simply expressed in a unique way on his face, it makes you feel like he's saying: "Oh, never mind, it's no big deal." When he talks, you'll be delighted to find that he often has that smile that makes you feel that way. "Oh yes," he said, "they've come to see me. They're sitting here. They're sitting where you're sitting." He's talking about an angel with a golden beard and green wings, wearing Sonic slippers.

“They eat nachos, and they say they don’t have that where they come from. They drink a lot of Coke and are really good at a lot of things.” "Really?" said Arthur. "Really? When, er... when did it happen? When did they come?" He also stared out at the Pacific Ocean.There were a few sandpipers running along the shore, and it looked like they were having a problem finding food that had just been swept away by the waves, but they didn't want to get their paws wet.To solve this problem, they run in a very peculiar way, which makes them look like they were made by a very smart guy in Switzerland.

Finchchi sat on the beach, drawing some patterns with her fingers boredly. "On the weekends, mostly." Lone Wake said, "on a scooter. That's a nice car." He smiled. "I see," said Arthur, "I see." Finchchi's slight cough caught his attention, and he turned to look at her.She drew the two of them in the clouds with matchstick-like patterns in the sand.For a moment he thought she was turning him on, and then he realized she was blaming him. "Who are we?" she was saying, "what makes him crazy?" His house was indeed special, as it was the first of its kind that Finchitch and Arthur had seen, and it would help to know what it looked like.

It looks like this: Came inside out. It literally came inside out that they had to stop on the carpet. The wall that is generally regarded as the outer wall is painted with the elegant pink color that is usually designed for the inner wall. Next to this wall are bookshelves and a pair of weird three-legged semi-circular tabletops. The way it is placed makes people feel Someone had thrown the wall directly above through the table, and there was still a peaceful painting on the wall. The really weird thing is the roof. It folds on itself, even Maritus C. Escher (a famous Dutch graphics artist, often directly uses the structure of plane geometry and projective geometry to create graphics that cannot exist in reality, such as four segments connected end to end, down and back stairs, etc.) -- assuming he too has had a rough night on the dole, but that's not advising him to do so -- looking at his pictures, especially the one with It is hard not to be shocked by the strange staircase, and you will think you are dreaming after seeing it, because the small chandeliers that should be hung inside are all standing up on the outside of the roof.

confusing. The sign on the front door said, "Come out, please!" so they nervously complied. Inside, of course, is outside.Rough brickwork, nice paint, well-kept gutters, a garden path, a few small trees, a few rooms. The inner wall extends forward, is folded in a strange way, and opens at the end. Through an optical illusion, it seems to envelop the entire Pacific Ocean. Maritus C. Escher will frown and think when he sees it Here's how it's done. "Hello," John Watson, the Lone Wake, said. Well, they thought, "hello" they can handle it. "Hello," they said, laughing foolishly.

For a long while he seemed oddly hesitant to talk about dolphins, and whenever they brought it up he looked oddly absent-minded and said "I forgot..." before proudly showing them around the house of peculiarities. "This house makes me happy," he said, "because it's eccentric and doesn't hurt anybody," he added, "not even a delicate optical instrument can correct it." They like him.He has an open mind, a charming personality, and the ability to laugh at himself before others laugh at him. "Your wife," said Arthur, looking around, "mentioned some toothpicks," he said, looking around as if worried that she would suddenly pop out from behind the door and mention toothpicks again.

The Lone Wake laughed.The laugh was easy, and it sounded like he used to laugh like that a lot and had fun when he did. "Ah yes," he said, "I finally realized that day that the world had gone completely mad, and I built this shelter to put the world in, poor thing, and hope it gets better." So Arthur began to feel a little nervous again. "Here," said Lone Wake, "we're just outside the shelter." He pointed again at the rough brickwork, paint, and gutters. "Through that door," he pointed to the first door they had begun to come in, "you enter the sanctuary, and I tried to furnish it up to keep its occupants happy, but one can do Too little, and I won't go in myself now. If I can't resist the temptation,--which is rarely the case these days, I just look at what's written on the door over there, and I'll feel ashamed."

"That?" Fenqiqi pointed to the blue nameplate with something written on it with some surprise. "Yes. Those were the words that made me the hermit I am. Suddenly. I looked at them and knew what I had to do." The nameplate reads: Hold close to the center.Wet the pointed end in your mouth and insert it into the space between the teeth, with the blunt end closer to the gums.Gently pick outward. "It seems to me," said the Lone Wake, "that any civilization that has so far become headless that it needs to write such detailed instructions on a pack of toothpicks is not something I can do." A civilization in which to live and stay sane."

He stared out at the Pacific again, as if provoking it to have a fight with him, but it still lay there peacefully teasing the sandpiper. "Maybe you're going to wonder if I'm really sober, and I think you probably are. The reason I call myself a solitary is to emphasize that to people. I was clumsy as a kid and I knocked things over. My mother Calling me 'kicker' back then, 'awake' was my actual state and an explanation of why it was that way." He added, with that smile that makes you think, "Oh, it's no big deal. " "I'd love to be here. Time to go to the beach and see what we're talking about?"

They went out to the beach, and that's where he started talking about angels with golden beards and green wings and Snickers slippers. "About those dolphins..." Finchitch said softly, hopefully. "I can show you those cool shoes," said Lone Wake. "I thought, do you know..." "You want me to show you," said Lone Wake, "those shoes? I have them. I got them. They're made by Shuang Jian, and the angels say they're perfect for the environment they work in. They say that with this information they can Got permission to stand. When I said I didn't understand what they meant, they said yes, you don't, and laughed. Well, I got the shoes anyway." He went inside again, or walked out, depending on what you said.Arthur and Finchitch looked at each other in bewilderment and disappointment, shrugged, and scratched in the sand. "How are your feet today?" whispered Arthur. "That's it. There's nothing special about being in the sand, and neither is the water. The water touches the feet nicely. I just don't think it's our world." She shrugged. "What do you think he meant when he said," she asked, "'pass the message'?" "Don't know," said Arthur, though the memory of a man named Porak who had laughed at him continued to harass him. When the Lone Wake came back, what he was carrying scared Arthur into a fool.Not shoes, the shoes are very normal clogs. "I thought you'd like to see," he said, "what the angels wear on their feet. Curiosity. Well, I'm not trying to prove anything. I'm a scientist, and I know what constitutes evidence. The reason why I call myself the nickname is to remind myself that a scientist must also be like a child. When he sees something, he must say that he sees it, whether it is what he wants to see or not. See first, then think, and then test .Always look first.Otherwise you can only see what you want to see.Most scientists forget this.I'll show you something to illustrate this later.So this is another one I call myself a loner cause, and people think I'm a fool. That way I can say something when I see it. You can't be a scientist if you're worried about people thinking you're a fool. Whatever, I just think You might want to check this out." This was the one Arthur had been terrified of when he saw him bring it over. It was a beautiful silver-gray glass fish tank that looked exactly like the one in Arthur's bedroom. Arthur spent thirty seconds trying desperately to gasp, "Where did you get that?" in a high-pitched voice, but failed. At last he managed to get himself under control, but he had missed the moment, a millisecond too late. "Where did you get that?" Finchitch gasped in a high-pitched voice. Arthur glanced at Finchitch, and gasped in a high-pitched voice: "What? You've seen one of these things before?" "Yes," she said, "I have one. Or at least I used to have one. Russell fumbled for his golf ball. I don't know where it came from, and Russell took it. I'm sorry." Angry. What, you have one too?" "Yeah, that's..." They were all aware of the Lone Wake looking sharply back and forth, trying to get in, out of breath. "You have this too?" he said to them both. "Yes." They all said. He watched them long and calmly, then held the bowl up to the California sun. The fish tank seems to be singing a song against the sun, responding to the sunshine, and sprinkles a faint and brilliant rainbow on the beach and on them.He turned the tank and turned it again.They can clearly see the small and detailed handwriting: "Goodbye, thank you for the fish." "You know," the Lone Wake asked softly, "what is this?" They shook their heads slowly, almost being brought into a dreamland by the light and shadow passing through the gray glass. "This is a gift from the dolphins when they left." The Lone Wake said in a low voice, "Those dolphins, I have loved them, studied them, fed them with fish, and even tried to learn their language, But they've made their language so hard that it's impossible for us to learn it. But if they wanted to, they could learn ours without much trouble." He shook his head, a slow smile on his face, looked at Finchitch, then at Arthur. "Have you..." he said to Arthur, "what do you do with your fish tank? May I ask?" "Well, I put a fish in it," said Arthur, a little awkwardly, "and I happened to have a fish I didn't know what to do with, and then, uh, there was this tank." He trailed off, and then I didn't say anything. "Didn't do anything else? Probably not," he said. "If you did, you'd know." He shook his head. "My wife kept malt in our fish tank," Lone Wake continued, changing his tone, "until last night..." "What?" said Arthur slowly. "What happened last night?" "We're out of malt," said Lone Wake calmly, "my wife is going to get some more." For a moment he seemed lost in his own thoughts. "And what happened?" Fenchurch asked in the same almost breathless voice. "I washed the fish tank," said Lone Singer, "I washed the fish tank very carefully, very, very carefully, washing off every stain of malt, and then dried it slowly with a lint-free cloth, slowly, carefully Dry it over and over again. Then I put it over my ear. Have you ever...have you ever tried putting a fishbowl over your ear?" They both shook their heads silently and slowly. "Perhaps," he said, "you should try."