Chapter 18 10

In a park at the intersection of Palm Street and Grace Avenue, Olsen and I sat on a bench and studied the three-dimensional statue in front of us, a steel machete resting on two rolling white marble dice, the dice Beneath it was an extremely smooth blue marble globe, which itself was perched on a pile of cast copper that looked like shit.Nestled in the center of the park, surrounded by slightly bubbling fountains, the artwork is said to be three years old.There have been countless nights when we sat here, thinking about the meaning behind this creation, deeply curious about the enlightenment and questioning it conveyed, but not very inspired.

At first we thought the meaning of the work was quite clear, the machete represented war or death, the rolled dice represented fate, and the blue sphere represented the earth, symbolizing our lives. Taken together, what you get is a statement about the human condition: the whip of fate rules our lives and our deaths, our lives on this earth are ruthlessly ruled by chance.The copper shit at the bottom repeatedly presents the same theme in the most basic way: life is shit. Many learned analyzes have followed the first idea, for example, the scimitar, maybe it wasn't a scimitar at all, it could just as well be a crescent moon, the dice-like cubes might just be sugar cubes, the blue Your sphere may not be the earth that gave birth to all things, but just a bowling ball.The meanings symbolized by these objects of different shapes can be interpreted in countless different ways, but there is really no other possible interpretation for the pile of copper objects other than dog shit.

Thinking of the piece as a combination of a crescent moon, a sugar cube, and a bowling ball, it might be interpreted as a warning if we don't take good care of our bodies, eat too many sweets, or bowl too hard and cause lumbar spine pain. Injured, we can never live up to our noblest ambitions.So what copper-cast shit reveals is the ultimate consequence of poor diet plus over-bowling: life is shit. Four benches were placed along the wide walkway around the fountain, and we tried to appreciate the statue from the perspective of each chair. The street lights in the park have timers, and they are all turned off at midnight to save the city government money. For the same reason, the fountain also stops bubbling at the same time. The slight splash of water is very conducive to contemplation. Non-stop bubbling; even if I'm not someone with XP, I don't want the lights on here at night.The bright light of nature is not only enough, but also provides an excellent luminosity to appreciate the statue, and the thick white fog can greatly enhance your evaluation of the creator's point of view.

Before this statue was erected, in the center of the fountain was a bronze statue of Junipero Serra with simple lines, which was a hundred years old.He was a Spanish missionary who came to California two and a half centuries ago to serve the local Indian aborigines; the missionary service center he founded is not only a landmark building, a national treasure, but also a history-loving It is a popular tourist destination for tourists of historical sites. Bobby's parents and a group of like-minded citizens formed a committee and strongly advocated the removal of Jonny Perot.The bronze statue of Serra was removed from the park, opposed to the erection of religious monuments in public parks, and advocated the separation of religion and politics.On this point, they said, the U.S. Constitution has a clear record.

Silk Talia.Jane.Woodbury.Jon Jon, "Wess" to my friends and "Mom" to me, despite being part scientist and part rationalist, she resolutely took on the role of leader of the Commission to Preserve the Bronze Sierra. “When a society sets out to erase its past, for whatever reason,” she said, “that society has no future.” The mother lost the debate, and Bobby's parents won. The night the decision was announced, Bobby and I met in the face of a serious test of years of friendship, and we had to decide whether the dignity of the family and the sacred duty to preserve blood relatives meant that we had to engage in a brutal, merciless struggle like Legendary Hatfields and McCoys until their furthest cousins ​​are buried in the earth with earthworms, and not until both are wounded or one of them dies in a fight .After enough beer to clear our heads, we both decided it was nonsense to have to fight every clear wave the sea sent us, while fighting fiercely at the same time.Besides, those hours would be better spent killing each other than with hot girls in bikinis.

I typed Bobby's phone number on the phone's keypad and pressed the enter key. I turned the volume up a little so that Orson could hear the conversation.When I realized what I was doing, I found that I had unknowingly accepted one of the fruits of the secret project of Castle Werwin—though I kept pretending to be skeptical on the surface. Bobby answered the phone after two rings: "Go away." "Are you asleep?" "Yes indeed." "I'm sitting in 'life is shit' park right now." "It's not my business?" "A lot of bad things have happened since we met."

"It must have been the effect of the special sauce on the chicken taco," he said. "I can't talk on the phone." "great." "I am worried about you." "Sounds like a sweetheart." "Bobby, your situation is really dangerous." "I swear I already flossed, Mom." Olsen snorted amusedly. (Just kidding, it doesn't.) "Are you awake to cast now?" I asked Bobby. "not yet." "I don't think you're asleep at all." He was silent. "Well, after you left, there was a whole night of super scary movies here."

"Gorilla World?" "And it's a three-dimensional big screen surrounded by 360 degrees." "What do they do?" "Oh, you know, it's not all monkey shows." "No threatening moves?" "They think they're cute, and one of them is pointing at me with its bare butt at the window." "Is that so, you started it first?" "I think they're just trying to piss me off and get me out of the house." When I heard it, I said very nervously: "Don't go out." "I'm not a fool." He said angrily.

"Sorry." "I'm an asshole." "exactly." "There's a huge difference between a fool and a jerk." "I know that very well." "Have you got a shotgun with you?" "My God, Jon, didn't I just say I wasn't a fool?" "If we hold out till dawn, I guess we're not in any danger for a while until we pull back tomorrow." "They're on the ceiling." "do what?" "I don't know." He paused, listening carefully to the movement on the roof. "At least two of them will run back and forth in the future, perhaps looking for people."

Olsen hopped off the bench and stood nervously, one ear cocked toward the phone, a worried look on his face. "Is there a population on the roof?" I asked Bobby. "The vents in the bathroom and living room won't hold the offal." Considering the luxury of the cabin, it is surprising that there is no fireplace.Corky. The most likely reason for Collins' objection to a fireplace is that the stone tiles of the fireplace don't serve as a place to hang out with beach nudes like a foam tub.Thanks to his uniqueness, otherwise the chimney would be a convenient conduit for the monkey to sneak into the house.

I said, "I still have some business to settle before sunrise." "How's the gold mining going?" "I'm good at it. I'll be at Sasha's house tomorrow all day, and then we'll report to your house first thing in the evening." "You mean I have to prepare dinner again?" "We're going to bring in, look, I think we're going to be attacked a lot, it could be any one of us, and the best thing to do is stick together. Try to make up for your sleep during the day, for there will inevitably be a thrilling conflict in the Bay Point area tomorrow night. " "So you've got a handle on the matter?" Bobby asked. "No one has control over this matter." "You're not as optimistic as Nancy Drew now?" I don't want to lie to him, nor to Orson and Sasha. "There's no way around this thing, it's not something that's going to be zipped up or pushed a button. No matter what's going on here - we just have to live with that and maybe we'll figure it out one day The method of this huge wave, even if you have to use a super large surfboard." After a moment of silence, Bobby asked me, "What the hell happened, brother?" "Didn't I just say that?" "You didn't make it clear." "As I said, there are some things that don't fit on the phone." "I'm not talking about details, I'm talking about you." Ourson rests his head on my lap, as if he thinks I can get some comfort from patting him and scratching his ears.It actually does, and it works every time. A good dog is not only a panacea for sadness, but also a great way to reduce stress. "It's cool how you handle things," Bobby said, "but your situation isn't cool at all." "Yes, my Bobby. Freud, Sigman's disciple." "Then please lean on the couch and tell me slowly." I stroked Orson's fur, trying to soothe my nervousness, and said with a long sigh, "Well, the whole thing boils down to the end, and I guess my mother may be the culprit for destroying the world." "Okay." "Yeah, isn't it?" "Something to do with her science stuff?" "Genetics." "I warned you long ago not to try to leave a footprint in the world." "I think there's more to it than that. I guess in the beginning, she was probably just trying to figure out how to cure me." "The end of the world, huh?" "The end of our world," I said, thinking of Roosevelt.Foster's words. "But Chris Beaver's mother can't do anything but bake cakes." I burst out laughing, "I will never be without you in my life, brother." "I have only done one very important thing in my life for you." "Which thing?" "I teach you the attitude you should have in life." I nod. "Yeah, you let me know what's important and what's not." "Most of it doesn't matter," he reminded me. "Isn't even this knowledge important?" "Just make love to Sasha. Get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow night we'll have a nice dinner, kick a few monkey asses, and ride a big wave. After a week, in your mind, your mom will still be who you were." Mom—as long as you stop thinking about it." Bobby cuts off the communication.I also turn off my mobile phone. Is this really a wise attitude towards life?Insist that most things in life are not worth taking seriously.Disdainfully regards life as a joke of the universe.Hold only four supreme principles: First, try to minimize the harm caused to others; second, never abandon your friends; third, be responsible for yourself and not ask others for things; fourth, enjoy yourself to the fullest.Don't listen to other people's opinions easily, only care about the thoughts of the closest people.Don't care if you leave traces in the world.Forget the contemporary headlines, because that will help improve your digestive system.Don't live in the shadow of the past.Don't worry about the future.Living in the moment.Believe in the purpose of human existence, don't search hard for the meaning of life, let the meaning of life be revealed to you automatically.When life hits you hard, roll with it, but roll with a smile.Take advantage of every big surfing moment, cool man. This is Barbie.Holloway's philosophy of life, he is the happiest and healthiest person I have ever met in my life. I try to live like Bobby, but I'm not as successful as he is. Sometimes, when I'm supposed to be afloat, I just ride the waves.I spent too much time on expectations, unknowingly depriving myself of the time to let life surprise me.Maybe I didn't try hard enough to create a Barbie life, maybe I tried too hard. Olsen walked to the pool surrounding the statue, and he licked the water, obviously enjoying the taste and coolness of the water. I think of him staring hopelessly at the stars in the backyard that July night. I don't have a clear way to measure how smart Orson is compared to ordinary dogs, but his IQ has been improved due to the programs carried out by Fort Werwin. , its comprehension must far exceed the instinct endowed by nature to dogs.On that July night, on the one hand, it realized its breakthrough potential, and on the other hand, it experienced the limitations of its own biological structure for the first time, so it fell into the abyss of despair.Kong has a high IQ but doesn't have the complex vocal cords or other physiological structures to enable it to speak, a Kong has a high IQ but doesn't have the dexterous hands to write or make tools, and a Kong has a high IQ but is forced to be trapped in a place that can never be In the shell of its potential, like a man born deaf and dumb with a broken limb. I began to look at Orson with a sense of wonder, a new admiration for his courage, and a heartache I had never felt for anyone else.It turned from the sink, licked the dripping water from its mouth, and grinned happily.When he found me watching him, he wagged his tail contentedly, as if enjoying my attention, or maybe he was just happy to spend this strange night with me. My dog, despite his physical limitations and with good reason to be depressed, is actually better at playing Bobby than I am.The role of Holloway. Does Bobby have a wise attitude to life?Does Orson have it too?Hopefully one day I will be able to practice the philosophy of life as successfully as they have. I stood up from the bench, pointed to the statue and said, "It's not the machete, it's not the crescent moon, it's the smile of the invisible cat." Ourson looked up at the masterpiece of art. "It's not dice, it's not sugar cubes," Rue went on, "it's the two magic pills that Alice gets in the story that make people bigger and smaller." Ourson thought intently about my new interpretation.It had seen the Disney cartoon version of this fairy tale classic on video. "Not a symbol of the earth, nor a blue bowling ball, but a big blue eye, what does it all mean?" Orson watched me and waited for me to solve the mystery. "The invisible cat's smile is the creator laughing at how deceitful these people are to pay him to make this sculpture. The two pills indicate that he was on drugs when he created it. The blue eye is his eye, you His other eye can't be seen because he's blinking. The bottom copper pile, of course, is none other than dog shit, representing his extremely harsh criticism of the piece—because, as everyone knows, dogs The class is the keenest member of all critics." If the intensity with which Orson flicks his tail reflects his attitude, then he is obviously very satisfied with my interpretation. It circles around alive and water, and appreciates the statue thoroughly from all angles. Maybe the purpose of my coming to this world is not to find the meaning of life in the universe from writing my life, so as to help others understand their lives more deeply, maybe that is just the sacred mission I entrusted to myself when my self-awareness expanded.Instead of trying to leave my personal traces in the world, I should reflect on it. Perhaps the only purpose of my coming to this world is to make Orson happy, not to be its master, but to be a good brother who loves it and makes it difficult for him It's easier to endure life, and experience the joy and the value of existence as much as possible.This in itself is a very meaningful life purpose, as meaningful as most life purposes, and even more noble than some purposes. Olson wagged his tail to make me happy, and he was amused by my latest interpretation.I looked at my watch, it was two hours before sunrise. I have two more places to go before the sun forces me into hiding, and the first stop is Castle Werwin. Starting from the park at the intersection of Palm Street and Grace Avenue in the southeast area of ​​Moonlight Bay, it takes less than ten minutes to ride a bicycle to Fort Weiwen, and it is not at a speed that will tire the dog brothers.I know a shortcut through the flood control ditch, just under Highway 1. The outlet of the ditch is a ten-foot-wide cement drainage pipe. The water pipe is divided into two sections by the barbed wire fence of the military base, and the next section extends underground under the military base. Red and white warning signs were posted around the fence and in the base of Fort Werwin, conspicuously pointing out that non-French transgressors will be prosecuted by the federal law and sentenced to more than one year of imprisonment and a fine of more than 10,000 US dollars.I have always turned a blind eye to these threats, mainly because I know that due to my condition, no judge will send me to jail for such a small crime.Besides, I can still afford 10,000 yuan, if it really reaches that point. One night eighteen months ago, not long after Fort Werwin had officially closed for good, I used screw shears to cut the chain locks at the start of the waterway's undergrounding.This vast new world of adventure is simply too fascinating. Maybe you're puzzled by my excitement—don't think of me as an adventurous boy, because I was a man of twenty-six.For you, as long as you like, you can take a plane to London, take a cruise to Portovalata, or take the Orient Express from Paris to Istanbul.You may have a driver's license and a car, and you don't have to be confined to a small town of 12,000 people all your life. Unlike me, you can only go out at night and play until every corner of the city is like your own bedroom. Knows everything.So you don't crave new places, new experiences like I do.So, let me go. In honor of Harrison, a World War I hero.Blair.Fort Weiwen, named after General Weiwen, was founded in 1939 AD as an auxiliary unit used by the military for training and support. The entire base covers an area of ​​104,456 acres, which is considered a small military base in the California area.During the Second World War, Fort Werwin established a tank warfare training school to provide operation and maintenance training for tank models used in the Eurasian theater.Other military schools under the Fort Werven banner also offer sabotage, bomb placement, demolition, artillery, and field medicine. Various military training such as military police and communication codes, and it is the place where hundreds of infantrymen receive basic training.In the area, there are bombardment facilities, a large underground ammunition depot, an airport, and buildings that exceed the entire downtown area of ​​Moonlight Bay. During the height of the Cold War, there were as many as 36,400 personnel assigned to serve at Fort Guardian, according to official statistics.This does not include the 12,904 dependents and the more than 4,000 non-military civilians serving on the base.The salary paid by the military alone is far more than 700 million U.S. dollars per year, and the cost of construction works costs an average of 150 million U.S. dollars per year. When Fort Werwin announced its closure in response to the suggestion of the "Ministry of National Defense Organization Closing and Restructuring Mission", the economy of the entire country was sucked out of a large sum of money in an instant. The child goes to college.The KBAY radio station, which lost half of the city's listeners and half of its night listeners, was also forced to lay off staff on a large scale. Because of this incident, Sasha had to serve as the host of the midnight music show and the general manager of the radio station. Therefore, Duke.Sussman would work eight hours of overtime every week without complaining, but only received normal salary. Some of the major building and fortification economies operate in secrecy within the Valvenborg area.It is said that the construction contractor responsible for the fortification and its workers must be sworn to secrecy about the contents of the project, and they are in danger of being charged with treason for leaking secrets throughout their lives.According to rumors, due to its glorious history as a military training and education center in the past, Fort Weiwen was selected as a national-level biological and chemical warfare research center to build an independent, self-sufficient underground base that meets biochemical safety standards. After the experience of the past twelve hours, I have decided that these rumors are not groundless, although I have never seen a shred of evidence to confirm the existence of this bunker.Seeing the sight of these abandoned offices is actually the same as seeing a biological and chemical weapons laboratory. Apart from being surprised and horrified, one can't help lamenting the stupidity of human beings.I often think of the desolate Castle Werwin as a horror playground, divided into several themed areas like Disneyland~, the difference is that this amusement park has only one visitor at any time, and his loyal dog ​​companion . "Dead City" is one of my favorites. "Dead City" is my nickname for it, not what I called it in the days of Werven Castle in its heyday. In total, there are more than 3,000 detached log cabins and duplex bungalows in the city for active service personnel and their dependents, if they choose to live in the base.From the point of view of architectural beauty alone, these simple houses have nothing to recommend them, and each house has the same appearance as the house next door; At that time, each family would only live in those small houses for a few years at most.But despite the same appearance, they are still joyful living environments, and when you walk through these empty houses, you can feel the vitality that they once had, full of lovemaking, laughter and friends. These days, the militarized streets of the dead city are full of dust piled up on the sidewalks and fallen leaves waiting to be blown by the wind.After the rainy season, the weeds turn yellow quickly and will last for nearly a year.All the shrubs have withered, and many trees have also died, leaving dead branches without leaves, claws and claws, like black claws cutting through the night.Rats took over the house, and birds nested in the mast of the front door, and their droppings repainted the porch steps. You'd think they'd maintain or effectively demolish the buildings based on their future use, but there's simply no such funding.The value of these buildings and facilities themselves is not as good as the cost of maintenance, and the demolition of these buildings also faces the same difficulty.For now, they are left to fend for themselves, like ghost towns abandoned after the gold rush. Walking in the dead city, it feels as if the whole world has disappeared or died of the bubonic plague, as if you are the only remaining human being on the face of the earth.Make people wonder if they are crazy, shut themselves in gloomy hallucinations, and refuse to see the people around them.Perhaps you have died and gone to hell at all, and eternal loneliness is your punishment.When you occasionally see a scrawny coyote or two baring your teeth and sharp eyes between the houses, they look like demons from hell.In that case, the theory of going to hell naturally becomes the most convincing interpretation.If your father happens to be a professor of poetics, and you happen to have the imagination of three hundred circuses, you can imagine countless ways to describe this place. On this March night, I cycled through the streets of the dead city, and I didn't have the guts to stop and explore.The fog had not yet reached so far inland, where the air was much warmer than by the sea.Although the moon has set in the west, the stars in the sky are still shining, which is a good weather for going out at night.However, it would take at least a week to thoroughly explore every corner of the large playground in Fort Weiwen. I don't feel like I'm being watched.From what I've heard in the past few hours, I must have been watched at least intermittently during my previous visits. There are several barracks and other buildings scattered around the outskirts of the dead city. A once-thriving quarters office, a barber shop, a dry cleaner, a flower shop, and a bank all have long since been mottled and peeled off. It was covered with a thick layer of dust.It is a nursery school, and the young boys of high school age in the base must go to Moonlight Bay to attend high school, but there are kindergartens and elementary schools in the base itself.In the library of the base, the bookshelves covered in cobwebs have long since been looted, leaving only a forgotten copy of "The Catcher in the Rye".There are also dentists and medical clinics on the base, a movie theater, and there is nothing on the signboard, except for the enigmatic word "Who".A bowling alley, an Olympic-size swimming pool with a dry and cracked floor, littered with broken tiles.An indoor gym.The horses are no longer kept in the rows of stables, and the half-covered stables make harsh rattling noises as the valves are opened by the wind.The softball field is overgrown with weeds, and the carrion of a mountain lion that has been lying in the hitting zone for more than a year is now a bone. At the moment, I have no interest in these locations at all, and I cycle past them all the way to the hangar-like building above the underground vault where I picked up the mysterious train ball cap last fall.I have a police flashlight that can be adjusted in three different levels of light clipped to the rear frame of my bicycle.I parked the bike at the hangar door and took the flashlight off the rear rack. Olson sometimes thinks Fort Werwin is scary, and sometimes he thinks it is very funny, but no matter how he feels, he always follows me very peacefully, without any complaints.This time, it was obviously quite frightened, but it still went forward bravely without making a sound. A small door at man's height was open in the hangar door.I turned on the flashlight and walked into the shed, followed by Orson. The hangar is not adjacent to the airport, so it is unlikely to be used as a place to park and maintain aircraft.There are also rails above which the mobile crane used to move from one end of the hangar to the other.Judging from the size and complexity of the steel frames supporting these rails, the items being moved by the crane must have been extremely heavy.These steel frames firmly fixed in the cement must have used a lot of heavy machinery to complete the erection.There are several strangely shaped empty water wells elsewhere in the shed, presumably having been installed with water conservancy facilities of unknown purpose. As the flashlight swept across, some geometric shadows burst out from the crane's rails, looking like unknown hieroglyphs carved on the walls and ceiling, and I realized that half of the high windows had been broken . The whole thing is, chillingly, not like an evacuated machine shop but like an abandoned church.Oil stains and chemicals left on the floor gave off a smell similar to burning incense.The biting chill is not only a physical feeling, but also a psychological one, which makes people feel like they are in a destroyed sacred temple. A hallway in one corner of the hangar contained several stairs and an empty elevator frame with the elevator car and traction gear removed.I'm not sure, but judging from the damage done to the building, the entrance to the corridor must have been hidden in another room; I doubt even the people working in the hangar knew about the existence of these secret passages. The thick steel frame and door frame were still visible at the top of the stairs, but the door itself was gone.These cobweb-like passages and airtight rooms have long been completely emptied, leaving only bare concrete buildings, leaving no clues, making it impossible to speculate about the past here.Even the tiniest air filter and water pipes have been removed. My instinct told me that this brief and detailed removal was not just to keep anyone from discovering the secrets of this place.While this is purely my hunch, I believe they were motivated in part by inner shame to erase all evidence here. However, I do not believe that this hangar is where the chemical and biological weapons research facility is located.Such a place must have a high degree of biochemical isolation facilities. In comparison, the underground bunker of Fort Weiwen is not only located in a remote location, but also has an extremely spacious and concealed space on the third underground floor. Plus, the agency is apparently still in operation. I am, however, quite sure that some dangerous and highly unusual act of terror is going on under the hangar.Although most of the underground chambers are nothing but bare concrete structures, their eerie architectural features immediately make people suspicious and uneasy. The most puzzling thing is the secret room on the bottom floor, where not even dust can reach.Right in the center of the ground floor, surrounded by passages and chambers, was a vast egg-shaped chamber, wide in the middle and narrow at the ends, some one hundred and twenty feet long, and less than sixty feet in diameter at its widest point.The walls, ceiling and floor of the interior are all curved, and standing here feels like being in the middle of an empty shell of a giant egg. Before entering the dome, you must pass through an adjacent small room, which may have originally been an airlock for regulating air pressure.In the past, the entrance was a small door cover, not a door; the only opening in the giant egg was a round hole in the wall with a diameter of five feet. Olsen and I stepped across the raised, curved threshold and crossed the opening. I picked up my flashlight and scanned the thickness of the walls around the opening. I was amazed, as always, by five feet of concrete, one-piece grouted and reinforced. Inside the giant egg, the walls, floors and ceilings with rounded and smooth lines seem to be encased in two to one inch thick, translucent milky white glass with a slight golden tint.It's not actually glass, though, because it's unbreakable and, when you stomp your foot hard, it jingles like a wind chime.Also, you can't see any seams on the inside.The unusual building material is so polished that it looks as smooth as fine china. The light from the torch tremblingly penetrates the glass layer, lighting up a faint golden halo on the inside, making the entire surface sparkle.But when we walked to the center of the dome, the floor was not slippery at all. My rubber soles didn't rub against each other, and Orson's paws jingled like rattles on the floor. On the night of my father's death, this night of nights, I want to go back to the spot where I found the mysterious train ball cap last fall.At the time, the hat lay in the center of the dome room, the only remaining item from the three basement floors of the hangar. I thought it was an item left by the last employee to leave or a stocktaker.Thinking about it now, I suspect that when I sneaked into the basement that night last October, I must have been spotted by some unknown person. Without my knowledge, they followed me from one floor to another. Even before I do, place this hat where I'm sure to find it. If so, it doesn't seem like a malicious tease, but a cordial greeting. My intuition tells me that the words "mysterious train" are related to my mother's work.Twenty-one months after her death, someone specially gave me this hat, because it is also a part of her. Whoever gave this gift must have appreciated my mother and respected me, just because I It's her son. I hope it is true that among those involved in the secret project there were those who did not see my mother as a demon and were kind to me, even if they did not fear me as Roosevelt claimed.I hope there are good people involved in this and not just bad people, because when I know my mother is doing a job that will end the world, I hope that the people who tell me this news are also convinced that her motives are pure and good. Those who see me, think of my mother, and say "You!" with curses and accusations I don't want to hear this from their mouths. "Is anyone here?" My question spiraled in two directions along the walls of the dome, and two echoes returned to my left and right ears respectively. Olsen called out as if asking, and the faint voice lingered in the curved room for a long time, as if the breeze blowing across the water was whispering. None of us heard back. "I'm not here to seek revenge," I solemnly declared. "It's all over." No one answered. "I don't even intend to report to the higher authorities outside. It's too late to look back on the mistakes that have been made. I accept this view." The echo of my words faded away.Sometimes, the dome is so quiet that people feel like they are in deep water. I waited for a minute before breaking the silence: "I don't want to see Moonlight Bay disappear from the map, and be destroyed together with myself and my friends. There is no benefit in doing so. I just want to understand the matter." the truth." No one is willing to clear my doubts.Anyway, taking this trip was originally a chance. I am not disappointed.I never allow myself to be disappointed in anything.The most important lesson in my life is patience. Above these man-made caverns, the sunrise was so imminently approaching that I could not stay at Werven Castle any longer.Before I retire to Sasha's for shelter from the scorching sun, I have one more important place to go.Ourson and I walked across the dazzling floor, the reflected flashlight light and golden halo shimmering, as if the stars of the Milky Way were trampling under our feet. Walking out of the huge hole, in the domed room that may have been an airlock in the past, we found father's suitcase.我为了躲在灵车底下将它遗留在医院停车场角落，结果等我从太平间走出来的时候，它已经不翼而飞。 我们几分钟经过这里的时候，它显然不在这里。我绕过手提箱，跨入气闸室外的另一间密室，用手电筒扫视整个房间，里面什么人也没有。 欧森热切地坐在手提箱旁等候，我回到它的身边。我提起手提箱，整个箱子提起来轻飘飘的，我还以为里面空无一物。然后，我忽然听见某个东西在箱子里轻微滚动的声音。 当我扳开扣失时，我的心不禁卡住了一下，生怕会在皮箱里看见另一对死人的眼睛。为了对抗这种恐怖的想法，我不停在脑海里回想萨莎甜美的脸庞，这么做之后，我的心才开始正常跳动。 我掀开皮箱，里面看起来除了空气之外什么也没有。父亲的衣物、盥洗用具、平装书和其他物品都不见了。然后，我在皮箱的一角发现一张照片，那是我答应父亲要和遗体一起火化的母亲的遗照。 我将照片举到手电筒的灯光下，她看起来是如此可人，眼神散发出炯炯的智慧。在她的脸上，我看到不少和自己神似的特征，难怪萨莎会觉得我长得不赖。照片里母亲面带微笑，她笑起来跟我好像。 欧森好像也很想着照片，所以我伸手把照片拿给它看。有好几秒的时间，它深深凝望着照片上的形象，当它将眼神从她的脸上移开时，它发出哀伤的低鸣。 欧森和我，我们就像兄弟一样。我是薇丝泰莉雅身心的结晶，欧森则是她大脑的结晶。它和我没有血缘关系，但我们分享的事物比血缘还要亲。 当欧森再度发出低鸣时，我用坚定的语气说：“死者已矣。”试图将心思无情地集中在支持我活下去的未来上。 我拒绝再多看照片一眼，毅然决然地将它塞到衬衫口袋里。没有哀伤，没有绝望，没有自怜。再怎么说，我的母亲并未全然死去，她还活在我心中，也活在欧森甚至其他许多像欧森一样的动物心中。 无论别人如何控诉母亲违反人道的罪行，她永远活在我心中，活在象人和他的怪狗心中。平心而论，世界上有我们存在还是比较好。我们并不是坏人。 当我们离开小房间的时候，我道了一声：“谢谢。”感谢将那张照片留给我的好心人，虽然我不知道他们到底能不能听见我说的话，虽然他们善良的动机纯粹只是我的假设。 回到机棚外，我的脚踏车依然完好地停在原处，天上的星星也留在原处。 我沿着死城的边缘骑车返回月光湾，在那里，有浓雾和更多未知的事物在等候着我。