Xie Zhi had a dream.
He dreamed that he was standing in front of a gray palace door. The palace door was ajar. He only needed a gentle push to push the palace door open.
Xie Zhi looked around and saw that the palace was surrounded by thick fog. The fog was so thick that it seemed to be solid, rolling and sinking, forming a thick sea of fog on the ground.
The gray palace stood alone in the middle of this sea of fog, and I was also in the middle of this sea of fog.
"What are you hesitating about?"
Suddenly a sharp voice came from behind Xie Zhi.
This voice sounded like that of a boy whose voice was changing. No matter how much you thought about it, it couldn't be said to be pleasant.
"who?"
Xie Zhi turned around suddenly, but there was no one behind him.
He turned his head back and looked carefully at the palace and surroundings in front of him, but it was still empty.
"Here, here."
The sound appeared again, and this time Xie Zhi realized that the direction of the sound was slightly lower.
He felt some vibrations in his trouser legs, and something was pulling on his trouser legs.
"What's pulling me??"
Xie Zhi was startled, and then subconsciously jumped back.
He held the ajar door with both hands. In fact, his original intention was never to open the door. He just wanted to find a support point for his sudden jump back, but he never thought that a single jump would make him Knocked this gray palace away.
Xie Zhi himself also jumped back and fell into the interior of the gray palace.
Xie Zhi fell to the floor, and in front of him, a round moon head slowly rolled out of the surging sea of fog.
"You are very disrespectful, young man."
Xie Zhi then noticed that the person speaking was the moon head. It had no arms, let alone limbs. It was not so much a living thing as a round sphere with bumps and bumps, but this sphere was seven or eight times longer than the moon in the sky. Like, the round stone is carved with huge facial features that look like exaggerated caricatures.
The moon's head rolled slowly from the sea of fog. It seemed to be afraid of something and rolled cautiously into the palace gate. After finding that nothing special happened, it rolled a little more cheerfully.
The moon head rolled to Xie Zhi's calf, and it started talking again.
And when the moon head starts to speak, the facial features on its head will become active, its eyes will turn around, the corners of its mouth will curl up to the back of its head, and its upper and lower lips will open and close. However, there are no teeth in the lips, they are just dark, like a black hole.
There is a... eerie feeling of horror.
Xie Zhi thought to himself.
What on earth is this?
"My name is, Mani. I am the son of the moon."
As the stone ball, which claimed to be the Son of the Moon, was talking, it rolled from Xie Zhi's calf to the level of his belt. Xie Zhi saw a vivid and strange stone face slowly rising to the level of the stone ball as it rolled. His eyes were level with him, and the stone ball's facial features were distorted. It was obvious that it was talking.
"I'll be honest..."
Xie Zhi thought about his words, then put his hands on the ground and let himself get up.
"You look a little, sickly cute."
"Morbid? It's a rare word. What does it mean?"
Shiqiu Mani shook his big face and started a new round of distortion of his facial features.
"But cute, I know, cute means that I'm very lovable."
Xie Zhi could see thinking and a little joy in the distortion of his facial features.
It seems that all the emotions of this strange "creature" are written on its face, and its facial features that are constantly moving can easily reveal its mood.
"Sick means..."
Xie Zhi organized the language,
"When I see you talking to me, I feel like I am mentally ill. Otherwise, there is no way to explain that I am communicating with an equally gray, talking round stone in a gray palace."
"I understand. What you mean is that I am your only one. You dare not imagine that I will appear in your world. You are so excited to see the lovely Mani that you feel that all this can only exist with you. Fantasy, and that’s assuming you suffer from mental illness.”
Stone Ball Mani swayed a little more from side to side, and even started to sway back and forth.
Its eyes were spinning in circles, and its mouth was opening and closing to reveal the darkness inside.
"You are not sick. You are - well - very - very good. Mani knows that you are very well now."
Xie Zhi blinked, feeling that that was not what he meant.
He opened his mouth but stopped talking,
"Ah no...I mean...forget it."
He sighed, such things are not important, there are more important things to solve right now.
Since the creature in front of me seems to be able to communicate and is friendly to myself...
"So, Mani, if you knew, where am I now? In my dream?"
Let’s give it a try.
Xie Zhi looked around and saw a long table placed in the gray palace.
The table is narrowest near me, with a high chair covered with red velvet cushions standing in front of the table, while the two sides away from me are very long, with equally empty chairs on both sides, extending into the distance.
Xie Zhi raised his head and tried to look into the distance. He couldn't see the end of the table or the number of chairs. He only knew that the table was very long and there were many chairs, as if the palace was endless.
Xie Zhi looked into the distance, feeling that his thinking was a little wandering.
"You are now in a thought palace with fourteen chairs."
Suddenly, Mani's voice sounded beside his trouser legs, pulling Xie Zhi back from his wandering thoughts.
At this moment, Xie Zhi felt that everything in his eyes had changed.
The palace no longer became infinitely far away, and the distant walls and columns were all brought closer again at this moment;
The table in front of him is no longer endlessly long, and there are no longer endless chairs. Xie Zhi noticed that it was a long dining table with a white tablecloth. The position he was in was the main seat of the table, and the direction he was facing , then there are thirteen chairs.
Six chairs are on his left hand side, six chairs are on his right hand side, and the thirteenth chair is on the other side of the long table facing him.
"Thought Palace?"
Xie Zhi had heard of this term, and he realized that his new classmate had once said this concept.
The Thought Palace is... the place where the main personality and sub-personality communicate?
"I have a lot of questions."
Xie Zhi rubbed his temples. He recalled the battle on the Tianguang Building. It seemed that he fainted and came here after waking up...
I can't understand many things.
So Xie Zhi simply sat down on the chair in front of him.
"Can I ask you one by one?"
"Okay, Mani knows everything."
Then the stone mani started rolling again.
Xie Zhi stared at Mani, not knowing how it did it. This limbless moon ball actually rolled along the chair legs and onto the cushion.
Mani sat in the second seat to Xie Zhi's left.
Moonhead's forehead rested against the edge of the table.
"Oh, a little short!"
Mani barked, opening its mouth wide and making an inhaling motion.
Then with a "porphy" sound, its spherical body expanded, becoming a full circle larger than before.
This time, what was pressed against the edge of the table became the bridge of the moon's head.
"It's still not enough!"
It screeched again, then took another deep breath.
So a bigger moon ball sat on the chair.
Now the place against the edge of the table became Mani's lips.
"Oh! It's okay now!"
The giant moon head squirmed on the high chair.
Fortunately, the chair has no backrest, otherwise Mani would never be able to sit still with her round body.
Xie Zhi looked at this scene and couldn't help but recall the scene where the moon's head flew into the sky on the rooftop not long ago. The moon's head at that time was also growing in size, which was similar to the change of Mani in front of me now.
Xie Zhi looked at the moon-headed Mani swaying from side to side while recalling everything that happened on the top floor of Tianguang Building. He remembered that the moon's head was flying higher and higher, and his arms holding the moon's head gradually became weak, and he seemed to have finally fallen into a coma due to the lack of oxygen at high altitudes.
After that, I don't remember what happened.
After waking up, he had already appeared in front of the palace, and Mani was at his feet.
"What is your... relationship with the Moon Head of Tianguang Building?"
Xie Zhi finally asked.
"That's me."
Mani shook her big round head and blinked her eyes.
"All moon people are me."
"The hard-working Mani, the Mani who goes to work, and the Mani who wants to fly into the sky are all Mani."
Mani's mouth stretched to the back of her head, and Xie Zhi saw a huge and dark smile.
For some reason, when Xie Zhi saw the moon-headed smile that extended to the back of his head, a chill suddenly stood up from his back to his arms. Just like hearing a ghost story on a winter night, it stirred up a chill from head to toe.
But he quickly suppressed his discomfort, because he did not see danger on the face of the moon-headed Mani in front of him. On the contrary, although the whole scene looked extremely weird, Xie Zhi found out from this weirdness A touch of peace and closeness.
"It sounds a little scary, it's all a part of you, but it's kind of cool."
Xie Zhi joked.
"They're not a part of me."
But Mani shook her head,
"Every Mani is independent, a child born under the eyes of her mother."
"We feel each other's presence because our roots are similar. But we're not a part of each other, we're just a part of mom and I'm a part of you."
Xie Zhi pinched the tip of his nose.
"So, who's mom?"
"My mother is my mother, my mother is the moon in the sky."
Mani shook her head again, and it began to laugh again.
Xie Zhi couldn't understand. He only understood that the "little guy" in front of him, well, if it could be called "little", the little guy in front of him who called himself the Son of the Moon seemed to be the same as the moon head on the Tianguang Building. Belonging to the same "species", they are all by-products born due to the influence of emotional illness.
The source of emotional illness may be the huge moon above people's heads.
And maybe the reason why the moon-headed Mani beside me was born was that he was too close to the moon-head flying into the sky at that time? So being severely affected by a huge amount of negative emotional energy at close range?
Therefore, Moon Head Mani is actually the embodiment of some kind of emotional illness?
This materialized emotional illness now appears in my mind. Does it mean that the materialized emotional disease is actually a kind of "personality" that can be dialogued with?
"Let me digest what you said."
Xie Zhi reviewed the information that Mani had given so far and some of his own conjectures.
"Is that what you mean? A you will be produced in the body of every emotionally ill patient, and then you will continue to absorb emotional nutrients and become more and more complete. And when you become complete enough, you are like this. Ni will occupy the bodies of emotionally ill patients and control them to achieve your ultimate goal, such as flying to the sky and returning to the moon?"
The moon-headed Mani shook more violently, and its facial features became more vivid,
"No, Mani is not an emotional disease. Mani is Mani. Mani is unique. Mani is the child of the moon, and Mani is here to help you."
help me.
Xie Zhi noticed that there was a key word in these short sentences.
"What will you do for me?"
"Mani is here to help you fight the sin flies."
The moon-headed Mani opened its big mouth, and in its dark mouth, a pair of light blue scissors gradually revealed its shape.
As the light blue scissors gradually appeared, the color of the entire thought palace gradually changed from gray to translucent blue, and the tables and chairs began to shake.
So Mani closed her mouth again and wrapped the light blue scissors shadow again.
The earthquakes and color changes disappeared in an instant.
"..."
Xie Zhi looked at the phantom of the scissors disappearing from Mani's mouth and was silent for a long time.
"What is a sin fly?"
"The sin fly is the sin fly. The sin fly will eat Xie Zhi and make itself more complete."
"Is Crazy Scissor the Sin Fly you mentioned?"
"Crazy Scissors is not a sin fly, Crazy Scissors is just out of control."
"Why did the crazy scissors get out of control?"
"Because Xie Zhi's soul is dead, and Xie Zhi is dead, the crazy scissors belonging to the soul will be out of control."
"Xie Zhi is dead, then who am I?"
"You are Zhou You, you are Zhou You who has taken over Xie Zhi's body."
"I am traveling around..."
"Yes, you are Zhou You, you are Zhou You with Mani."
"So I'm not a figment of Xie Zhi's imagination?"
"No, Xie Zhi is dead, so you are Xie Zhi."
"I am Xie Zhi..."
"Yes, you are Xie Zhi, you are Xie Zhi owned by Mani."
…
In the palace of thought, Xie Zhi gradually lay down on the table, his head getting closer and closer to the moon head named Mani, and their conversation gradually turned from repartee to sleep-like whispers.
Every time Xie Zhi answered, his mental sleepiness became more intense, and the closer his head was to the table, the more vivid the expression on the face of the moon-headed Mani sitting next to him.
According to this trend, as long as Xie Zhi falls into a deep sleep in this hall, the expression on Moon Head Mani's face will be extremely vivid. By then, the part of the body outside the hall of thinking that really belongs to Xie Zhi will be He will become the same emotional monster as the moon man in the suit in Tianguang Building!
"Do you remember who you are?"
"I am Xie Zhi..."
"No, you are Mani, you are Xie Zhi's Mani."
"I'm Mani..."
"Yes, you are Mani and I am Xie Zhi."
"I am Mani, you are Xie Zhi..."
Xie Zhi's eyelids closed heavily. At this moment, the expression on Moon-Head Mani's face reached its peak of vividness! The facial features on its face have undergone new changes, and they have begun to look more or less like Xie Zhi's facial features!
But at this moment, a leisurely sigh came from the moon-headed mouth.
"You are wrong, you have been wrong from the beginning."
"Who? Who's talking!?"
The moon-headed Mani, who was facing Xie Zhi's changing appearance, was startled by the sudden sigh. It looked around, but there was no third person in the hall of thought except itself and Xie Zhi, who had fallen asleep.
In the end, it was shocked to discover that the sigh actually came from its own mouth.
"You were wrong. You shouldn't have been so anxious to covet the hotbed of my high hopes."
Mani's mouth was opened from the inside out by a pair of big hands.
It was a pair of green-blue hands. It is not accurate to call them "hands". To be precise, there was only one left hand with a light blue palm, and the right hand had five fingers like blades. , like green-blue scissors of different lengths.
Blue scissors cut Mani's stone mouth open.
After that, a blue body wearing a fencer's mask emerged from the huge moon head.
The expression on Moon-Head Mani's face was fixed.
The gray palace began to become trance-like. The gravel and rubble began to fall from the top of the empty palace, but after the fall, a new palace appeared. The new palace was the color of steel, with a little blue in the color.
"The bed I made, only I can sleep on."
The moon-headed Mani gradually dissipated into radiant debris, and disappeared into the entire palace of thought as the gray palace crashed. At the long table where the silver radiance was diffused, the blue figure spoke like this.
After that, it gradually dissipated and turned into a blue light.
The only thing that didn't dissipate was a pair of scissors with five cutting blades.
The five-edged scissors were the right hand of the blue figure. It fell slowly from mid-air, like a special blue steel glove.
The blue figure glanced at his right hand, and then at the sleepy Xie Zhi, as if he was thinking about something.
After a while, before the figure was about to completely turn into light and disappear, the blue figure finally made up its mind.
Its right hand flew towards the sleeping Xie Zhi, and then cut Xie Zhi's right hand open like a sharp blade cutting through clay.
"ah!!!!!"
Severe pain woke Xie Zhi from coma.
He held his right hand and shouted to the sky, realizing that he seemed to wake up from a dream.
The arm is well on his own, with no broken hands or scars.
There was only an extra light blue mark on his wrist, but when he was about to take a closer look, the mark disappeared again.
"Where am I?"
Only then did Xie Zhi notice that he was wearing a white hospital gown and had an intravenous drip on his left hand.
My head hurts a little, as if I had been asleep for a long time.
What's more, I'm hungry again.
Xie Zhi rubbed his temples to wake himself up, yawned and sat up from the hospital bed.
But the moment he sat up, he realized something was wrong.
My back was cold and moist, as if...
Next to a cold person.
