Why it never ends

Chapter 327 Trees

"It's a lady who experienced the 'killing photography' case with us last year..." Su Lei explained, "She should have left the third district by now."

"But it's only 40 minutes before three o'clock. Do we really want to use this time to go to the exhibition?"

"Go, I don't have any other clues now anyway, and I have to spend some time to store my luggage..." Si Lei looked back at Jane, "Give me your suitcase too, and I'll take it together."

Hesta shook his head,
"You don't save?"

"Well," whispered Hesta, "I'm going to... take them."

"But the rules on 'what to know' suggest we'd better check our bags straight through - especially 'important' bags."

"That's the 'what to know' rule...not mine." Hesta hugged his suitcase tightly and repeated stubbornly, "I want to take them...with me."

"...It's fine." Su Lei blinked, "Then we'd better stop talking about them from now on."

Hesta nodded seriously.

After Su 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, "Can you make it in time?"

"Don't mind me," Turan laughed, "my plane is late."

……

When the three 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 the public free of charge. They don't even need to show their boat tickets, they only need 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 the exhibition hall plays the sound of wind and birdsong. Tourists in twos and threes stand in front of different exhibits, and people whisper Conversation is like a thin layer of mist, which becomes part of the background sound of the museum.

Not long after entering the exhibition hall, Su Lei noticed three men wearing monk badges of thorns not far in front, the oldest of them looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.The boys don't talk, they just walk around and take pictures with their respective cameras, but the sound of the camera shutter is particularly harsh here, or the eager look on their faces eager to find something is incompatible with everything.

Su Lei slowed down his pace, and after a few minutes, the sound of the shutter disappeared in the distance, and the world returned to cleanliness.

They first passed a round leaf that had been stripped of its mesophyll, its veins extending like the blood vessels of some animal; followed by some oil paintings before the blackout era, with gods lying naked among the fallen leaves—Turan After a careful look, it was pointed out that there were some anatomical errors in certain positions of the picture.

At the end of the first corridor, the three 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 falling to the ground—the ground seemed to be a mirror, It completely reflects a whole big tree. Whenever the wind sounds, the tree vines will shake slightly with the wind, as if it is really in the wind.

Su Lei looked at it for a while, and suddenly realized that he had reversed the mirror image—the "mirror" on the ground was the real image of the banyan tree, which glowed and projected itself on the black canvas tilted in the air.

In the dim room, a beam of light hits the silver banyan tree directly opposite, illuminating the light gold text on the wall:
Perhaps, the ancient Liberian Gulf never really existed
Being in such an exhibition hall, Su Lei felt a bit of peace in his heart—although most of the exhibits here were puzzling to her, this did not affect her feeling the beauty and vitality hidden in them.If she had known that Palan was a curator who could build such an exhibition, she would have chatted with this lady more.

Hesta also stared at the silver banyan tree in front of her. In the silence, she clearly felt that there were some things that touched her, but she couldn't name them, and could only let them exist chaotically in her heart.

"In the legends of many civilizations, a tree of life has appeared."

A gentle voice came from Hesta's left. Hesta turned his head following the sound and saw a middle-aged woman who was also sitting in a wheelchair.

The light in the room made Hesta only able to roughly see the outline of this person, and her voice sounded a little old, and seemed to be smiling.Although the voice was very soft, when she uttered the first sentence, 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, a true center of the world.

"But when Christians swept the world, the forest became hostile because it was always associated with traditional witchcraft, which meant evil, and people believed that the forest should be destroyed.

"However, when you stand in front of a huge banyan tree, when you look at its trunk, at its lush branches and leaves, you will feel that it is a natural temple...a huge tree, its existence That alone surpasses the greatest consolation 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 light ripples on the water surface.

Turan looked at the woman curiously, "Do you know what the words on the wall mean? Where is Liber Bay?"

"...It is the place where Alecto's temple is located in the myth." Hesta gave the answer first.

Turan was still puzzled: "Alecto?"

So Su Lei began to tell the story of Alecto, until Turan let out a low sigh of sudden realization.

"Maybe the ancient 'Liber Bay' never existed..." Turan stared at the writing on the wall, "What does this mean?"

There was a sudden chuckle from across the room, like a shutter in the darkness, with a certain palpable arrogance.

A hunchbacked old man came out from behind the silver banyan tree, and he approached slowly with a cane, "It's very simple, because a considerable part of Alecto's story was invented by later generations - this myth has been tampered with, So much so that the stories we hear today have changed beyond recognition."

Su Lei couldn't help giving this person a slightly higher look - she had heard the same conclusion from Stella in the past.

"How?" 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 'Aleigh gram'."

(End of this chapter)