"So, just be a good boy and listen to me. All you need to do is escape with me."
"Fatty, you really need to improve your Chinese. How come even though the words are nice, when they come out of your mouth, they sound like something a ruthless bandit would say?"
"What's wrong with sounding like a bandit?"
Fatty rubbed his arm and sighed. "I have to say, this time that guy really impressed me. But you're not bad either."
The "that guy" he was referring to was, of course, Yan Yan and Officer Chen.
"What, do you really think I wouldn't come to save you?"
Fatty gave me a disdainful look. "It's normal. Besides, I told you to go. Even if you didn't come to save me, I wouldn't blame you."
To be honest, I did hesitate at that time. Just then, the countless green heads on the surrounding walls came closer again.
If it weren't for Number One turning around and sprinkling that powder again, Fatty and I might still be trapped there.
I knew that glasses guy had bad intentions. He looked so gentle on the outside, but in fact, he was just setting a trap for me.
Seeing my expression, Fatty rolled his eyes and complained, "What kind of constitution do you have? How come you always run into weirdos wherever you go? Who is that glasses guy? When did you meet him?"
This guy was just talking nonsense again. I sighed. "What glasses guy? I just asked for directions when I was caught just now. I really don't know him well, okay?"
"Just asking for directions and you run into a weirdo. Your constitution is really something!"
As much as he was complaining, Fatty still kindly patted me on the shoulder. Looking at the wound on my arm, he asked worriedly, "Are you okay just now?"
It was obvious that although this guy didn't admit it, he was actually quite touched. But it was normal for him to be touched. I did go through a lot of trouble to save him.
I shook my head. "I'm fine. Look at what's drawn on this stone slab?"
Fatty followed my gaze and looked at the stone slab. His movements were a bit stiff, but he quickly hid it.
I stared at him without saying a word. Fatty probably felt my gaze and shrank his neck. Then he sighed. "I said, why are you so sensitive?"
I shook my head. "Why don't you say it's because you're so good-looking that I'm attracted to your appearance?"
Fatty pursed his lips but didn't say anything. He just stared into my eyes. "Do you believe in past lives and present lives? When I was being chased by those bastards just now, I heard some things I shouldn't have."
What he said really piqued my curiosity. "What things did you hear that you shouldn't have?"
Fatty mumbled in a low voice. "It's nothing much. I just heard some things about you."
Hearing what he said, I was even more curious. "Tell me. What things about me don't I even know?"
Fatty whispered, "They said you have a past - life and present - life connection with that Holy Son. Of course, I don't believe these kinds of nonsense. But what they said just now sounded so real!"
I looked at him strangely. I had heard of the concept of past lives and present lives, but even if I heard such things from others, I still didn't quite believe it.
Now that I was hearing it from Fatty, and we had known each other for a long time. We had never hidden anything from each other.
Fatty quickly understood my expression and quickly said, "Don't look at me like that. Let me tell you, I don't mean anything else. I just think this whole thing is really strange. Don't you think so too?"
I nodded. "It is strange, but I don't think there's any connection between us, let alone a past - life and present - life thing. That's just a joke."
Actually, I wasn't telling the truth. I did once think that there was something between us, but now I didn't think these things were important. I didn't really believe in past lives and present lives.
Sometimes people can be troubled by dreams, but I was already used to this kind of thing.
Fatty rubbed his head and said with a frown, "Don't you remember the dream you used to tell me about when you were a kid? You saw a person in a red top standing on a high cliff, looking at you."
Fatty and I grew up together. He knew a lot about me.
When I had a strange dream as a kid, I would share it with this cocky friend the next day. Since we were both boys, we never thought about anything strange.
Although our sexual orientations changed as we grew up and we were separated later, there was still no gap between us.
So when Fatty mentioned this, I frowned sensitively.
Seeing my expression, Fatty raised his hands. "I said, young master, can you stop looking at me like that? I'm not interested in your sexual orientation at all."
Fatty's words made me freeze for a moment. "Do you think this is a bit strange?"
I turned to stare at him, not understanding what he meant by "strange".
Fatty whispered, "I mean, if this thing is really as you said, then we might have really come to some magical place. When I was running just now, I heard them say that there's a mural around the corner up ahead. There's a person I think you must meet."
At first, I didn't understand what Fatty meant. But after we had run for about ten minutes and saw the mural he was talking about, I was completely stunned on the spot.
Have you ever had this feeling that what you see or what happens gives you a strange sense of familiarity, as if you've seen it somewhere before?
This feeling is really strange. Countless psychologists abroad have analyzed countless cases about this strange feeling.
But it was only now that I could clearly understand what this strange thing was.
In front of us was a huge stone wall. The paintings on the wall were all filled with various scenes in green ink. Countless people were worshiping a figure.
Those figures were greenish - blue. The first time I saw that figure, I thought it was so lofty and out of this world.
There was only one bright figure on the mural. He was wearing red clothes. The red dye on the stone wall looked a bit old, but it was the only bright color on this huge mural.