Since The Red Moon Appeared

Passing through the hall and entering a dark corridor, dim lights suddenly lit up on the surrounding walls.

With the dim and beating firelight, Lu Xin soon discovered that this corridor was not just a simple corridor.

To be precise, this is actually two rows of tall bookshelves.

The bookshelves are very high, and at first glance, I feel that the ceiling must be at least fifty meters away.

On the bookshelves on both sides, there are grids one after another, neatly arranged and extending into the distance.

Inside the grid, there are glass bottles one after another, which look like glucose bottles in the hospital, about twenty centimeters in length, with black corks at the mouths. The surrounding firelight was quietly scattered in the corridor, and the bottle body faintly reflected light under the firelight. Because the shelf is too long, it stretches out all the way, looking like rows of shining eyes.

With curiosity, Lu Xin came to the front of the first partition, looked into the glass bottle, and suddenly his expression became a little surprised.

I saw that inside this glass bottle was a tiny living model.

The scene seems to be a butcher's shop with working guys and crowded customers. Between the two rows of meat cases, a slightly fat man in a suit is walking around with a cigarette in his mouth, smiling, from time to time. say hello to familiar customers.

The people inside are actually alive.

Walking around and smiling, it's all so real, so close, you can even hear their subtle voices.

It's like shrinking a butcher shop and putting it in a glass jar.

Lu Xin watched it for more than ten seconds, and it was still a living scene of life, without the slightest change, and the picture did not repeat.

It was as if he was watching a scene in a butcher shop right now.

The only difference is that you are looking outside the glass bottle.

He slowly exhaled, touched the glass bottle, the tentacles were cold, and it was indeed glass.

Lu Xin frowned and tapped the bottle twice.

"Blah blah..."

Lu Xin didn't expect that when he knocked on the bottle, the butcher shop inside seemed to have an earthquake. Everyone was shocked, and some fell to the ground. It seemed that Lu Xin knocked on the bottle. The movement of their bodies caused a huge noise. It can be seen that many of them covered their ears, their eyes were terrified, and they looked around in confusion to find the reason.

Naturally, they couldn't see Lu Xin outside the bottle, and when they looked around, they were only confused.

However, the butcher shop owner in the middle of the bottle suddenly turned gloomy and looked outside.

His eyes contacted Lu Xin across the bottle, and he could see that he was extremely angry.

His mouth opened and closed quickly, as if he was cursing.

"Forehead……"

Lu Xin was taken aback by him, and smiled, "I'm sorry to disturb you."

The father, mother, and sister beside him suddenly turned their heads and looked at him inexplicably.

The younger sister slowly reached out from behind Lu Xin and touched the bottle.

Lu Xin knocked off his sister's hand and said softly, "Let's go to another place to see, maybe we will find something else."

After a few steps, they came to the second grid, which also had a glass bottle.

Inside this bottle is the layout of a small restaurant. Lu Xin saw that in this shrunk restaurant, there was a slender young girl who was swiftly cleaning up the leftover meals, dishes and dishes from the guests on the table. After wiping the table, a new guest came in, she greeted her with a smile, ordered food for the guest, and then handed the written menu to the back kitchen from the small window.

When she reached out and handed over the menu, the hand in the back kitchen window took the opportunity to scratch her palm and stuffed her with a western red shovel.

The girl smiled happily, glanced at the back kitchen angrily, bit the scorpion, and continued to work.

...

Lu Xin watched quietly for a while, then walked to the third bottle.

What I see here is the appearance of a family bedroom. There is a woman in her thirties, holding a small baby in her arms, sitting on the sofa, shaking her body gently, coaxing him to sleep, next to him The small pot was bubbling with hot steam.

...

What I saw in the fourth bottle was a small river passing through the city. Under the telephone pole, a fat girl covered her mouth shyly. The boy in the shirt, the boy was smiling and peeling off the fried skin on a chicken thigh piece by piece, and then gently handed a crispy and greasy chicken thigh into the fat girl's hand.

The fat girl eats shyly, and the boy looks at her with doting eyes.

...

In the fifth bottle, a fat man lay in a pink room with ambiguous light.

At this time, he had already stripped himself naked, and the fat was almost filling the whole bed.

But opposite him, there was a woman with a cold temperament, who had already changed into a bunny girl's bikini at this time.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he slowly hooked his slender fingers towards the fat man on the bed.

"Ah this..."

After looking at it for a while, Lu Xin felt that something was not right.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw the doll staring at the display screen with wide eyes, and hurriedly covered her eyes.

Turning her head again, her sister's eyes were also wide-eyed, and her other hand covered her eyes again.

"This is not healthy, let's go to the next one..."

He covered the eyes of the two girls and quickly jumped over the bottle.

...

But continuing to look forward, Lu Xin's doubts were not resolved, but even more intense.

The shelves on both sides are very long and deep, and the grids are filled with bottles one after another.

Some of the bottles looked like they were new, while others were already covered with a thick layer of dust.

But the contents are almost the same. In each bottle, there is a different scene with different people living in it.

If I have to sum it up, it is that each of them has a very beautiful life.

"But here, it's obviously called the Museum of Calamity..."

Lu Xin stopped and muttered to himself.

Looking further forward, the corridor between the bookshelves seems to be endless, and the bottles are endless.

I came to investigate, how can I see it?

"Is this an illusion, or something else?"

Lu Xin stopped in the corridor, frowned slightly, and looked into the bottomless depths of the corridor.

"The human imagination is so complicated..."

Mom stood beside Lu Xin, looked up slightly, and seemed to be a little emotional.

"It doesn't seem like ordinary pollution."

Lu Xin glanced at his mother and said softly: "If it was ordinary pollution, I should have already reacted by this time, and what can pollute me may not necessarily pollute you, but the fact is that we really seem to be here. to this place..."

As he said that, he took a step forward slowly and looked at the rough and dark wall seriously.

He frowned slightly and said, "It feels real to me here, but I don't know why."

"I still think it's fake..."

"..."

His father was beside Lu Xin and said with a sneer, "What's the problem? Just tear down this broken place."

"It's so savage."

The younger sister clenched her fists and said, "Brother, let's go find that fat man first and make him a toy, okay?"

Lu Xin frowned and ignored his sister.

Unexpectedly, my sister suddenly looked up at the doll and said with a wicked smile, "Are you okay..."

Doll hesitated...

"Can't."

Lu Xin had no choice but to speak, interrupting his sister who was trying to destroy the doll, and said sternly, "It's important to do business."

With that said, he still looked at his mother.

His mother's eyes were also looking towards him, with a smile on her face.

Lu Xin was confirmed, looked at the wall next to him again, and said: "The information in the research institute mentioned that human beings are polluted because one of the seven defects has been affected. Perception, emotion, desire, cognition , instinct, memory, ego.”

"Contaminated, or influenced by people, there are distortions or changes in these seven areas."

"Those with ability are all polluted people, so people with ability often have problems in these seven aspects!"

"What needs to be understood is which of the seven aspects has a problem..."

"I don't think there should be such a quirky museum here."

"After all, when I came here before, it was still a wilderness."

"From the current information, the Church of Science and Technology only came here more than a week ago, so no matter how advanced their technology is, it is impossible for them to build such a strange church here in such a short period of time. architecture……"

"Then, he should be fake."

"..."

Lu Xin carried out his own analysis seriously, and gained the admiration of the doll and the scorn of his sister.

"It's obviously fake, but it makes me think it's real."

"What kind of impact will this have?"

Lu Xin said to himself, and continued: "The impact of perception should be able to achieve this level, but the impact of perception is very complex and full of changes. It is not so delicate, and it is difficult to make it so huge. Some The ability of the dream-making department to pull people into a dream silently seems to be able to create such an impression, but I am very experienced, so it should not be in a dream."

As he said that, he looked around and found no glass burrs, confirming his conjecture.

"So, this might be..."

He slowly came to the answer: "Know?"

"The impact on cognition is a deeper and more powerful type of pollution among the types of pollution."

"What he changed was people's cognition."

"For example, when you see something that is very ugly in the eyes of others, after you change your understanding, you will feel very beautiful. When you encounter some things that normal people think are very reasonable, you just feel very awkward and want to destroy it... …”

"The difference between knowing and perceiving is that twisters and normal people actually see the same things."

"Since you can turn black into white, you can naturally turn non-existent into existence."

"Someone, or some kind of force, changed my perception and made me think there is such a museum here?"

"If that's the case, how can I see through him?"

"..."

This deeper and deeper analysis yielded a smile of approval from my mother and a sneer from my father.

"Knowing means affecting my brain and making me recognize this fact..."

Lu Xin spoke slowly, and tried to recall the information he had seen before: "If you want to break the influence of this aspect, you need facts and logic. For example, I originally thought it was black, but suddenly I found out that I had put the black It's white..."

"By comparing the two, you will gradually reverse your understanding and discover the truth."

"And for this museum, I know there shouldn't be a museum here, and now there is."

"This is where I see the real opportunity."

"After all, I've been here before..."

"Facts and logic can prove that there shouldn't be such a place here. Then, no matter how real it looks now, there will be some contradictions with the real world in some subtle places. Just find it..."

Taking a deep breath, Lu Xin said softly, "It should be able to break its logic chain and see its true appearance."

While speaking, he glanced at the lurker next to him to make sure he had written down his words.

Then step forward, ready to take a closer look.

But at this moment, my mother suddenly said softly: "Are you sure you want to see the real world?"

Lu Xin was a little surprised, and looked back at his mother in confusion.

Mom smiled slightly and said, "That's fine. Sooner or later, we have to experience it."

Looking at her expression, it seems that there is some deep meaning.

But Lu Xin was used to his mother's words, and he knew that he had to break this illusion.

Otherwise, you may be trapped in this museum forever, with the bottle as company.

...

He shook his head gently, calmed down, and walked to the wall again.

He carefully observed the texture and material, they seemed real, and he could even smell the musty smell of the moss on it.

But when the concentration reaches a certain level, gradually, an unreal feeling emerges...

"You are fake, this place is fake."

"I have a problem with my cognitive abilities, so I just need to get myself back to normal cognition..."

"..."

Lu Xin muttered to himself, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the wall hard.

The touch was tough, but he still grabbed it hard, like digging his fingers into the mud.

When he made this move, suddenly, all the people in the bottle on the whole shelf turned to look at him.

Some of their expressions were frightened, some angry, some suddenly hysterical, and they yelled.

Some people even rushed to the edge of the bottle and started smashing the bottle with their fists.

Their movements were so great that the bottles swayed slightly and collided slightly on the shelves.

The clanging noises were densely packed and gradually connected into a large area.

Dozens, hundreds, or thousands of subtle voices suddenly rang in Lu Xin's ears.

The confluence became a torrent that stimulated his brain.

...

Lu Xin's expression tensed slightly, and he remained unmoved. He still digged it down, and then tore it out.

Mom looked at his movements, and her expression seemed to become a little relieved.