"It's a lady who went through the 'murder photography' case with us last year..." Si Lei explained, "She should have left the third district by now."
"But now there are only more than forty minutes until three o'clock. Do we really want to use this time to go to the exhibition?"
"Go ahead, I don't have any other clues now anyway, and I have to take some time to store my luggage..." Si Lei turned back to look at Jane, "Give me your suitcase too, and I'll take it with you."
Hesta shook her head,
"You don't save?"
"Well," Hesta whispered, "I want to... take them with me."
"But the rules on the 'What to Know' suggest we'd better just check the baggage in - especially 'important' baggage."
"Those are 'what to know' rules... not mine." Hesta hugged her box tightly and repeated stubbornly, "I want to... take them with me."
"...That's okay." Si Lei blinked, "Then we'd better not talk about them from now on."
Hesta nodded seriously.
After Si Lei left, Turan put a hand on Hesta's shoulder. Although Turan said nothing, Hesta could feel the weight of comfort.
She patted the back of Turan's hand and asked, "Are you in time?"
"Don't worry about me," Turan laughed, "my flight is very late."
…
When the three of them came to the East Alpha District, they quickly followed the signs and found the exhibition hall belonging to "From the Deep Forest". This public welfare exhibition is open to all people for free. They don't even need to show their ferry tickets, just their personal ID cards. You can enter directly.
The walls and ceiling here are dark green, and the floor is covered with navy blue carpet. There is no sound when people walk on it. The sound of wind and birdsong is played in the speakers in the exhibition hall. Tourists in twos and threes stand in front of different exhibits, and people whisper Conversation is like a light mist, becoming part of the background sound in the museum.
Soon after entering the exhibition hall, Si Lei noticed three men wearing thorn monk badges not far ahead. The eldest among them looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. The boys did not talk to each other, but just walked around and took pictures with their respective cameras. However, the sound of the camera shutter seemed particularly harsh here, or perhaps the eager look on their faces that was eager to discover something was incompatible with everything else.
Si Lei slowed down his pace. After a few minutes, the sound of the shutter disappeared in the distance, and the world returned to purity.
They first passed by a round leaf with its mesophyll stripped off, its extended veins like the blood vessels of some kind of animal; then there were some oil paintings from before the blackout era, with gods lying naked among the fallen leaves - Turan After looking at it carefully, I pointed out that there were some anatomical errors in certain places in the picture.
At the end of the first corridor, the three of them saw a dim room with no lights on. After entering, they saw a giant silver banyan tree in the middle of the room, its vines slowly hanging down to the ground - the ground seemed to be a mirror. It completely reflects the whole big tree. Whenever the wind blows, the tree vines will sway gently with the sound of the wind, as if it is really in the wind.
Si Lei looked at it for a long time and suddenly realized that he had turned the mirror image upside down - the "mirror" on the ground was the real image of the banyan tree. It was shining and projected itself on the black canvas tilted in the air.
In the dark room, a beam of light shines directly opposite the silver banyan tree, illuminating the light golden text on the wall:
Perhaps the ancient Gulf of Leber never really existed
Being in such an exhibition hall, Si Lei felt a sense of peace in her heart - although most of the exhibits here were puzzling to her, it did not affect her ability to feel the beauty and vitality contained in them. If she had known that Palan was a curator capable of putting together such an exhibition, she would have chatted more with this woman.
Hesta also stared at the silver banyan tree in front of her. In the silence, she clearly felt that there were some things that were touching her, but she could not name them and could only let them exist chaotically in her heart.
"In the legends of many civilizations, a tree of life appears."
A gentle voice came from Hesta's left. Hesta turned her head following the sound and saw a middle-aged woman who was also sitting in a wheelchair.
The light in the room allowed Hesta to roughly see the outline of this person. Her voice sounded a little old and seemed to be smiling. Although her voice was very soft, when she spoke her first words, everyone in the room involuntarily slowed down their breathing, waiting to hear what she had to say.
"A tree connects the sky, the earth and the underworld, a natural shelter and a true center of the world.
“But when the followers of Christianity cleansed the world, the forest became hostile because it was always associated with traditional witchcraft, and traditional witchcraft meant evil, so people believed that the forest should be destroyed.
"But when you stand in front of a huge banyan tree, when you look at its trunk and its lush branches and leaves, you will feel that it is a natural temple...a huge tree, its existence It itself surpasses the greatest comfort that any religion can give.”
Hesta's eyes returned to the silver tree in front of her. These words were like a series of pebbles. They fell into the lake of her heart, causing shallow ripples on the water.
Turan looked at the woman with some curiosity, "Do you know what the sentence on the wall means? Where is the Gulf of Lib?"
"...It is the place where Alecto's temple is located in mythology." Hesta gave the answer first.
Turan was still confused: "Alecto?"
So Si Lei began to tell the story of Alecto, until Turan let out a low sigh of realization.
"Perhaps the ancient 'Gulf of Liber' never existed..." Turan stared at the writing on the wall, "What does this mean?"
A chuckle suddenly came from the other corner of the room. This laughter was like a shutter in the darkness, with some obvious arrogance.
A stooped old man walked out from behind the silver banyan tree. He approached slowly with a cane, "It's simple, because a considerable part of Alecto's story is fabricated by later generations - this myth has been tampered with. So much so that the stories we hear today have changed beyond recognition.”
Si Lei couldn't help but take a higher look at this person - she had already heard Stella discuss the same conclusion in the past.
"How do you say that?" Turan asked.
The old man covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and coughed a few times, then raised his head, "Because Alecto is not Dehe's daughter at all - he is Dehe's youngest son. In fact, you should call him 'Ale' gram'."
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