Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 747
"Your dark circles have faded."

This was the first sentence Chen Wei said after entering the library.Although it doesn't sound good, it's not the most annoying either.Because after seeing what Zhou Yu casually drew on the paper, he immediately asked, "Are you drawing a toothpick?"

"...This is a goat's horn."

"Your painting style is too volatile."

Hearing the euphemism "You draw so ugly", Zhou Yu frowned and tore off the paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.Perhaps finally realizing that he was in a state of displeasure, Chen Wei changed the subject nonchalantly.

"Yesterday during the day, you lost contact for more than ten hours. Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"Do you look like me?"

"Isn't it so angry that you even changed your style of painting? By the way, what did you paint with goat horns? Is there any special meaning? Did you meet a cult organization yesterday?"

"Your reasoning is too jumpy. Does it have something to do with the horns?"

"Culturally symbolic. Goat horns symbolize the devil in Christianity, and they were originally absorbed from paganism."

"Is that deliberate demonization?"

"Well, you can put it that way. For believers, pagans are the enemy, and it's normal to propagate like this... What about you? If you don't intend to join Satanism, why draw this?"

In fact, there is no special reason, it's just random graffiti.Because he had nothing to do while waiting for someone, he unconsciously scribbled on paper.Asked by Chen Wei at this moment, Zhou Yu thought for a while and said, "I heard two strange stories yesterday."

"About the horns?"

"One is."

Chen Wei pretended to be listening attentively.

"... There used to be a villain who collected debts for the casino. His name was... Os. One day he accidentally summoned the devil. The devil gave him a horn that could flow gold, and made a bet with him that as long as he If he can find the other horn of the same sheep and return it to the devil for payment, then he can enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth. Otherwise, he must serve the devil forever after death."

"Well, very Faust-style story. And then?"

"After accepting the bet, Oss became one of the richest men in the city with that horn. He bought a lot of mansions and properties, and married the most beautiful woman in the city. However, he was also very afraid of being controlled by the devil after death, So a huge reward was offered for finding another goat horn—it was said that when he found the right one, the devil would come to visit him. Many people brought him horns, but none of them met the conditions. Fearing life after death, he had to keep increasing his chips, and finally he even promised that anyone who offered him the right horn would share half of his wealth."

"It's really no expense spared."

"Compared with the days after death, half the wealth is nothing, right?"

"That's true... But, is it so bad to serve the devil? If the soul is immortal after death, I think it will be painful no matter what? Even in heaven, there is no difference."

"...What kind of theory is this? 'Humans don't want nothingness after death, so they like ghost stories'. Is this what you said before?"

Facing Zhou Yu's rebuttal, Chen Wei smiled indifferently and said, "The two are not contradictory. The longer you keep the things you get, the less valuable they are-this currency is probably an exception, because it is itself Equivalents can be converted into other things... let's not discuss this kind of thing for now, and then? Has this gambler found the horn?"

"No. After ten years, they have not been found. Oss, who discovered the seriousness of the situation, began to adopt the second method, which is to avoid death. He went to visit the famous prophet in the world and learned that he would 'die with a broken heart' The prophet warned him that if he wanted to avoid this ending, he had to live in seclusion and not have any deep association with anyone. So since then, he has no contact with his old friends, nor has he had much contact with his wife. Just said a word. His son couldn't understand his transformation, so he went to another city in a rage, where he got married and settled down. Oss thought it was safer for his son, so he didn't stop him. He just lived alone. But in the third year, he finally felt that he couldn't bear it anymore. So he went outside the city gate, invited three travelers to his house casually, and entertained them with great enthusiasm. From then on, he became addicted to this kind of banquet. He kept having strangers over every day."

Hearing this, Chen Wei finally showed an expression of interest.He said: "Isn't this kind of behavior very dangerous to him? Being in contact with so many people is likely to produce a particularly intimate relationship."

"Yes, Oss also thought of this possibility. When entertaining guests, he was extremely warm and generous-but this kind of invitation was only for one night. When the guests left, he asked the painter to record the appearance and name of the other party After coming down, he will never contact the other party again. Originally, the guests he invited were all travelers from other places, and they would not stay in the city for a long time. Come forward to say hello again."

"That's not bad."

"Do you think this kind of thing is good?"

Chen Wei shrugged, still smiled and said: "Isn't this the same as before? Life is good, and love is good. If you have it for too long, it will lose its value. If it is life, it is simple and clear to die directly. Feelings are everything. It’s not that it’s canceled just because it’s canceled. There are many examples of turning against each other, right? Then it’s the best choice not to have too good friends in the first place—although this is just a hypothetical. There are many reasons for making friends in reality Well, it’s really hard to do this for a long time, right?”

"Indeed. By the fifth year all the town knew of his queer habits. Rumor had it that he was using witchcraft to suck the life out of his houseguests, and that he drove them out as fast as he could to save them from dying in his house." Let's go. After this rumor spread to the surrounding areas, it became difficult to invite strangers as guests, so we had to invite people who lived very far away.

"One winter of that year, a homeless person came to the city. Although he had heard the rumors, he still accepted the invitation of Oss. Oss was very happy, so he made an exception and kept that person for an extra night. They stayed all night Enjoyment, all night long. Maybe because he lived alone for too long, he found that he liked this vagabond very much, and the two hit it off right away. After the second night, he was still reluctant to part with each other, so the vagabond stayed at his house again for the third night.

"...On the sixth night like this, he felt strongly that he did not want to part with this person, and the other party also kindly invited him to travel with him. He finally began to feel fear, fearing that this wanderer would be the prophesied god of death.

"So, in order to ensure his own safety, he decided to kill the wanderer on the seventh night."

Chen Wei slightly raised his eyebrows.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Yu stopped talking and asked, "Are you surprised?"

"That's not true. This is also a situation where friends turn against each other, right? However, because of this risk, you will kill a friend you admire. You can only say that you are a person who makes deals with the devil."

"It is said that it was an era when bandits were rampant, and killing people was commonplace for people at that time."

"Is it the Middle Ages in Europe? No, your story is more like the style of the Middle East."

"Is there a difference?" Zhou Yu, who has no research on foreign literature, asked back.

"Ah... folk tales are not so clearly defined. After all, writers like to talk about foreign countries. I remember that in the original story of "Arabian Nights", Aladdin is a native Chinese. There are also many legends that share commonalities. Yes, there are stories about fairies taking a bath by the lake and being forced to marry after being stolen by ordinary people. There are stories like this in several civilizations... It can only be said that the ancient people were very interested in the daughters of gods. Too much mind. Closer to home, what will happen to that homeless man? Since he is the god of death in the prophecy, it shouldn't be so easy to deal with, right?"

However, Zhou Yu shook his head.

"—no, the wanderer was killed easily."

(End of this chapter)