Chapter 76:

The stone was brought by Song Rui, and the frog that was cut out naturally belonged to him. The staff reluctantly handed the glass box over, filled with awe of life. They thought this test was just a novelty hunt, but it turned out to be a discussion and sentiment of life, but also an examination and judgment of the human heart. And all these changes are only because of the joining of Van Gogh.
Perhaps in the eyes of different people, this world is also different, just as this stone is just a stone in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of Vanguard, it has become a life and a miracle.
Song Rui pointed the box at the light and carefully looked at the creature that had slept for more than 100 years. Its volume is very small, only about half the length of an adult ’s half-thumbnail, eyes are tightly closed, and the body surface is covered with a layer of burnt yellow film, perhaps because of the protection and isolation of this layer of film More than 30,000 days and nights lived in dark, narrow and confined spaces. Without today's adventure, it will sleep longer until it merges with the rock and becomes a lifeless fossil.
Song Rui stared at it for a long time, and really couldn't feel the joy and emotion of Song Nuan and Dr. Qian. His dark heart seemed to be able to glimpse a glimmer of light only briefly under the guidance of Van Gogh.
Song Wenneng had already stared at the frog, but he was afraid that he would be too robbed and hurt the frog, so he could only suppress it. Today she has experienced too many bad things, and it can even be said that her half-life happiness and joy are all destroyed today. She thought that it would take at least three to five years for her to adjust, but when Van Gogh began to sense those small but great lives, and finally rescued this soul that had been imprisoned for a hundred years, the haze in her heart miraculously subsided. A lot.
She thought, what was her vulgar and ridiculous trouble in front of the greatness of life and the vastness of the world? When you return to the living beings or the boundless universe, you will find that you are just a dust without any weight. The so-called hurt, sadness, and care are just scattered clouds of smoke. After this time, everything will be fine.
She looked at the frog still asleep with tears in her eyes and asked, "Brother, how do you know it is in the stone? You are not a psychic."
Song Rui put the glass box in a velvet padded wooden box, and slowly said: "Seven years ago, I participated in an earthquake rescue operation. In that operation, our rescue team used the world's most advanced life detector. , And the breath of life from this stone was captured by our instrument, but disappeared in an instant. They all thought it was a problem with the sensitivity of the instrument, but I kept it with one thousandth expectation, And one collection is many years. "
Song Rui closed the lid and smiled at Dr. Qian who listened carefully. His rich life experience, tender and affectionate tone, as if with a description of cherishment and joy, all seem to be a layer of halo, making him look more sensual and handsome. Compared with Yu Yuntian's face-to-face beast, he is a model of the times.
Dr. Qian and Yaya were fascinated by him, and even Song Nuan, who knew his nature, changed his view of him. The father must have misunderstood his cousin. He is not without heart, but he is not good at expressing. Who would take a stone home as a treasure because of a possible life, and still hide it for seven years?
Will stones have life? Hearing this sentence, most people's reaction is to laugh at and deny it? But the cousin would not. He always believed and insisted, only for a weak signal that might be wrong. This shows how bad his thoughts are and how kind-hearted he is. He is not a cold person.
Song Nuan was completely moved by his brain, looking at his cousin's eyes full of eager light and wet tears.
Song Rui seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and she looked like she was smiling, and then ended the recording without permission as she did last time. In the lounge, she found Van Gogh, who was closing her eyes and raising her mind, and passed the box, . "
"Huh?" Van Gogh opened his eyes immediately and hugged the box.
"Don't you open it and see?" Song Rui urged.
Fangalo put his palm on the lid and slowly moved, and shook his head: "No, it's used to darkness. Too much light at a time is bad for its health. I just look at it like this. Sleeping, but will soon wake up, and after more than a hundred years of waiting, hope has finally been exchanged, which is really good. "
This last sentence "really good" revealed too many full emotions, causing Song Rui's eyes to tremble slightly. He is very good at discovering a person's heart from every minute detail, and the phrase "really good" makes him more convinced of a certain part of Van Gogh's experience. What he seems to have in common with this frog, his longing for life, his remembrance of light, and his natural habit of darkness have repeatedly exposed the tip of the iceberg he encountered in the past.
He also seemed to have waited for a long time in the dark, so long that a faint wave of life could turn into a miracle in his mouth. Is he imprisoned? who is it? why?
Song Rui's mood suddenly became very dull, and he had to stop at the beginning, avoiding the eyes of Van Gogh who appeared exceptionally bright because of pleasure. He pointed to the box and said, "I gave it to you."
"This gift is too precious," Van Gogh said, clenching the box. "But I have to accept it. Dr. Song, thank you for your generosity."
When he heard the first half of the sentence, Song Rui thought he would refuse, and his already dull mood was a little anxious, but when he heard the last sentence, he could not restrain the urge to cry and laugh. Van Gogh, I thought your courtesy was very thoughtful. "
"It is because it is so precious that I have to take it. It would be a sin to give it up. No one but me can feed it. In this brand new, strange, and filthy In the world, it is impossible for it to live alone. "Fangallo shook his head and sighed while stroking the box.
Song Rui nodded and said: "You are right, in fact, other places in the world have also found creatures sealed in stones, but after dissecting the stones, they died without exception. No scientist knows how Let them live, I hope you can. "
Having said that, Song Rui knows that Van Gogh must be able to. He never promised anything he couldn't do, especially with a life.
Song Rui paused for a moment and laughed at herself again: "Do you know why I treasured that stone?"
Fangallo turned to look at him, with a smile on his lips that knew everything.
Song Rui was no longer irritated and frightened by people who saw through, but spoke frankly. In front of Van Gogh, he could show the truest side, without having to consider the consequences: "It is not respect and cherish for life, not at all. In my eyes, this stone may seal a soul like a The dark prison is the best interpretation of desperate waiting, the primitive body of the chaotic world, the endless stretch of maliciousness. Looking at it, thinking of a creature being imprisoned by eternal life, I can get out of those extremely negative emotions Be happy. "
Song Rui approached the youth, saying one by one: "Yes, you are right, I am not looking at the abyss, I am an abyss myself."
Fangalo extended his long and thin index finger, pressed against his jaw, pushed his handsome face closer and closer, and said unconsciously: "No matter what you think in your heart, you keep this stone, and It is given the chance to rebirth. This is a fact. You like to find pleasure in sin, but it is also true that you helped the police catch a lot of fierce thugs. Anyway, what you do in the end is to judge you are good or evil Standards, so even if I knew Dr. Song ’s heart was dark, I did n’t hate you for that.

Fangallo stood up holding the box with a real smile: "Dr. Song, I also want to overthrow your evaluation. In fact, you are sometimes really flattering, thank you for your gift."
Fangallo walked away without any hassle, Song Rui stared at his back for a long time, and then covered his face slowly raising his lips with his hands.

Fangallo walked in the long corridor with the box, and a group of human-shaped mists got out of nowhere, and followed him step by step. He stopped and looked back, his face hesitating and hesitant, and the human-shaped mist began to panic, his two short hands churned together, and his two thin legs moved nervously.
After hesitating for about a few tens of seconds, Van Gogh finally squatted down, staring at the mist, and said inferiorly, "Come here."
The humanoid mist quickly ran to him at a small pace, facing him at a distance of half a meter.
Van Gogh suddenly stretched out his arms, hugged the human form of mist, and gently pressed the back of his head so that it could rest comfortably on his shoulder. This sudden hug was far beyond the expectation of a human-shaped mist. It began to evaporate, twist, and change shapes, but eventually solidified, turning into a skinny child with a beautiful face. He turned his head and glanced at his elder brother quietly, then smiled with his wet eyes closed.
Those cruel abuses and terrible memories were quietly calmed down in this hug.
Suddenly, a rapid gasp sounded in the corridor, interrupting this warm and quiet moment. Fangallo let go of the child and looked back, but he saw Chongming staring at his crimson eyes in a dark corner. He witnessed the whole process of the ghost's transformation from invisible to physical, and then asked: "You can also control the ghost, did you steal my devil!"
"After your ability is weakened, you can't control it at all, and it ran away. What do you want me to do?" Van Galo explained patiently.
"Why is my ability weakened? Did you do it right? You sucked my energy, you thief!" Chongming was almost irrationally angry, otherwise he must know that when facing Vanguard, What should be done is to run away, not to step forward and aggressively ask.
Fangallo whispered with a smile: "Who is the thief between you and me? I heard that you were sent to Yunduguan to practice at the age of five. I think that the devil is also five or six years old, wearing a robe of Yunduguan Judging from the intensity of the ghost spirit, it should have been fifteen or six years dead. That is to say, he was your brother of the same discipline and died in the year you began to practice. So, can you tell me that he is Who was killed, and why are you in control? "
Chongming kept going back, but was blocked by a cold wall, and he could only tremble: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Don't you understand? Your ability is to extract and control the living soul? Just pull it out, and the soul of any creature will become a plaything in your hand; you can make people with just one tap Become a dog, and let a dog become a human. Do you with this ability rampantly think that you are above all living beings at some point, and that it is the who rules everything? "
Chongming never expected that the secret he hid the deepest would be revealed from a stranger who had only seen a few faces. He is full of thought that even the strongest psychic ca n’t see through his ability, because in his eyes, these people are just weak as ants. When he wants them to die, they must die, even resist There is no room!
But now, looking at his embarrassed appearance, who is the man who can't resist?
"Don't come over, my ability is invincible, don't come close to me!" Chongming felt a huge crisis, but only shrank in the corner like a trapped beast. All his roads were blocked by Van Gogh, and the pale-looking ghost even threw himself up and hugged his legs firmly, making him unable to move at all.
"Have you read the book?" Fangallo asked suddenly without a word.
Chongming shivering: ...
Fangallo continued to ask: "Do you know the law of conservation of energy?"
Has already begun to feel inexplicable Chongming: ...
Fangallo sighed: "If you read more books than study these sideways and leftways, you will understand that no power in the world is invincible. In other words, every ability, no matter how powerful it is, Will be constrained, this is the unchanging law of the past. "
Chongming smirked inwardly: "Restriction? How do you restrict me? Kill me? Then you better look up at those monitors, they are recording your crime!"
Fangallo suspended his palm in front of Chongming's face and said slowly: "It's unfortunate that this ability was not yours, so now I want to take it back." What monitoring is not monitoring is completely outside his consideration. .
Not a restriction, but a retraction! Realizing this, Chongming began to struggle frantically, but the little demon was very thin, but possessed an unimaginable power, and actually nailed him firmly in place. He could not retreat. He could only desperately hit the wall with the back of his head, hoping which staff would be attracted by the impact and rescued him by accident.
This time, however, his luck seemed to run out. The lights in the corridor flashed wildly and made a squealing noise, but failed to attract half of the people. Fangalo's consciousness invaded his body leisurely, searching every drop of his blood and every inch of meridians, and then pulled out something from his brain and slowly pulled it out.
A gray-black light emerged from Chongming's eyebrows, wriggling and trying to run, but Fangalo's eyes were quickly captured by his eyes.
After losing this light group, Chongming collapsed to the ground instantaneously, his body's surface exuded with white gas as a result of the sweating and fumigation. He was embarrassed as if he had just been taken out of the stinky ditch, but he kept raising his hand that was shaking like a wind, and shouted: "You give it back to me!"
The day before entering the practice, his grandfather handed this thing to him personally, and cautioned carefully: "Even if you lose your life, you can't lose it! When your practice is successful, you must hand it over. Generation, understand? "
Young Chongming asked in a puzzled way: "Grandpa, what is it?"
The old man who is still ninety years old and still young and sighing, "I don't know what it is, but I know that it can make you want to do everything."
So, after entering the temple, seeing that the brothers of the same discipline were applauded and loved by the teacher because of his outstanding talent, he upheld the idea of ​​"you can only be seen if you die", and pulled out the other party's soul. At that moment, he had thought of things and finally realized how precious his grandfather gave him.
At this moment, he once thought that the treasure that had been integrated into his body and bound to his soul, and no one could take it, was easily taken away by Van Gogh!