Chapter 18 Asimov was very disappointed

"Scream if your life is in danger."

Asimov remembered Willy Shaw's words.

This great uncle said many more things. The next line is "You have to scream. What if anyone hears it?"

He had been screaming for a while. No one came to save him. My throat was so dry that sparks started to appear. Now he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, pouting and looking at his toes. Between the toes is the ground that reflects the light. There are no gaps. He also checked all the walls. There are no holes the size of a pinhead. If the sea water suddenly surged up to the sky, it would seem that not a single bit would seep into this small square prison.

"Is there no one coming to rescue? Then just cry. Cry louder. Cry once in standard language and again in local dialect." Willy Xiao also said that this should be the next step. But Asimov didn't feel like crying at the moment - it had nothing to do with the fact that he couldn't speak a word of standard English. Although he likes Uncle Willy Xiao, he doesn't listen to every word he says.

He didn't even bother to scream. When he came in, he saw that the polycrystalline messengers who dragged him in had bare heads and no ears. Although they were talking to each other in pleasant voices and taking notes in a notebook, they could not hear a word. He was sure.

They don't have ears on their heads. My heart didn’t grow long either.

Asimov knew this because he was asking them questions along the way. "Hello. Who are you? Where are those big eye-eating birds?" "Where are you taking me?" "You're not going to lock me up, are you?" "How long are you going to lock me up?" Do you have coconuts here? What should I eat and drink?”

He asked a lot of questions. Just as his questions must have been conveyed to those bare heads at that time, now he knew that the same number of screams he had just made had already been conveyed to them - those who were pretending The adults are standing neatly at the door, waiting for the call from the more pretentious adults. snort. They are smart and capable, with great strength and will not tire. He had experienced the process of fighting them on the way here. But they are all deaf. Nothing is heard. Laughter is good too. Questions are fine too. Whether it's a scream or a cry. None of them reacted at all. They had no intention of letting him out. The door disappeared after he was pushed through, as if it were a one-off.

Crying has no effect if there are no ears to hear it. If the door cannot let him out, it cannot be called a door.

His grandma's. That's it.

"Asimov is very disappointed." Asimov said to himself, imitating Willy Shaw. When that uncle was emotional, he would often call himself that. Comfort yourself and watch. Asimov was now very disappointed. It’s more disappointing than there being only one village in the world. It’s more disappointing than having to live with the spirit of having to eat fish for the rest of your life. I was more disappointed than not seeing those scary big birds. It was even more disappointing than actually having my eyes eaten by those legendary eye-eating birds. He was even more disappointed that if he was not released in a few days, he would simply die of hunger and thirst here. I was even more disappointed than Sister Bi Ya was launched into the cloudless sky by her father. In the end, Beverly Xiao stayed in "Chu" and was left disappointed when he ran out.

Asimov was disappointed for a while, feeling that he was almost rested. Move your butt to the corner.

He couldn't see the ceiling clearly, but the walls and floors here were made of a strange crystal. It was extremely hard, and the reflected brilliance dazzled him - it seemed to be the unique texture of this plain. When he ran into the high shining arch on the south side of the plain, he saw the special crystal sculptures on it.

"When your life is in danger. Look under the pillow. On the chandelier. In the snail's shell. On top of the peas. On the bottom of the drawer. Under the tongue. Inside the desk. Between the fingernails. The last patch of the floor."

Uncle Willy Shaw also said so.

There are no pillows, no chandeliers, no drawers. There is no writing desk. No snails. No peas. There was nothing between the fingernails and the tongue. However, while screaming and groping, he still found the last piece of floor, which seemed a little suspicious - Asimov curled his index finger and tapped it slowly.

That's right. There is a fist-sized portion below that is empty.

He tried banging with his fists and digging with his nails. It's of no use.

Asimov recalled what he knew, and then discovered that he really didn't know anything.

All I can think of are the words of Uncle Willy Xiao. Uncle Willy Shaw was funny and charming, but now he no longer wanted to think only of his words. "Asimov is also very disappointed in himself." Asimov said to himself. He thought of a solution that was not a solution. He turned his face to the empty space and sobbed. No matter what. Crying into a hollow seems to be more useful than crying against polycrystalline adults without ears?

He forced his tears out, but it seemed to be of no use. "Asimov is extremely disappointed." Asimov said to himself.

He remembered Uncle Willy Shaw's words again. Uncle Willy Shaw said this many times. He didn't know why he only remembered it now:

"When your life is in danger, please believe that you are absolutely fine first. You will definitely save the day."

I remembered why. Because this sentence is really like nonsense. Asimov certainly believed he was fine. Maybe he's too convinced now that he's okay. I can't even cry.

The floor reflected light like polished conch shells. When the conch song rises, it is when the fish ladies in the sea are eating people. Uncle Willy Xiao said this, but he also said that he was talking nonsense.

"The Luo song is the signal that connects 'Di' to the outside world."

"Didi" is the name of the sea? Are there other seas?

"Oh. Save me. Save Asimov. Asimov still has many places he wants to go and many years he wants to live." Asimov rubbed his eyes and pressed his face against the hollow Go up and murmur softly. It was embarrassing to ask for help so seriously. He was afraid that if he spoke louder, he would actually be heard.

"Save Asimov. Asimov will continue to run around."

silence.

"Asimov is really hungry. Asimov doesn't want to drink the water from the coconut anymore. He doesn't want to absorb the spirit of the fish anymore. Asimov really wants to eat the fish in his stomach. Just like in the sea. It’s like the fish lady ate the fish picker into her belly.”

How wonderful it would be.

silence. The silence was punctuated by small murmurs. Eh? Is that still called silence?

Asimov stirred and put his face close to the hollow.

"Are the fish there for breathing? The fish here are for playing." He heard a strange voice say.

"Who are you? I'm Asimov."

"I'm Xiun Ning." The voice replied softly. "Are you locked up too?"

(End of chapter)