Chapter 41 The Thinker Sculpture

Behemoth City is a relatively remote city in the alliance.

But compared to the urban-rural junctions where Ethan was before, this place is enough to make him brighten his eyes.

"Hehe~"

A pedestrian was waving to stop a parrot selling newspapers.

Ethan's heart tightened, and he told Bryant to hide in his shadow, while he led Xiaobai to turn into a small path on the side.

In Rum Town, Prism intended to touch Bryant, but it escaped, and I'm afraid it won't give up now.

Fortunately, Ethan's face was full of paint at that time, and Xiaobai was also skinny.

The only photo that can be regarded as evidence is also a photo of him performing snakes half a year ago.

At that time, he was still childish, and the most important thing was a pair of heavy dark circles on his face. Everyone thought he was a blind child.

As long as Bryant didn't show up, he shouldn't be exposed.

To be on the safe side, Ethan still led Xiaobai to avoid the most crowded places.

Behemoth City, a remote street.

Ethan stood in front of a small hotel and looked around.

This hotel was not in a good location, had little traffic, and the sign was a little old, so it didn't look very popular.

It just met Ethan's needs.

"Boss, stay at the hotel!"

The owner was originally sleeping in a daze, but when he heard that there was a guest, he immediately became radiant: "Hehehe, distinguished guest, distinguished guest."

He didn't mind Ethan's dirtiness and gave him a hug that made him feel at home.

Could it be a black shop? Ethan was alert.

But later, in a chat with the boss, he understood everything.

This place was just bought, but he didn't expect that there were almost no guests because the place was too remote.

Ethan was the first one today, so of course he was very excited, and he didn't dare to pick and choose guests.

In connection with his previous observations, he believed this set of rhetoric.

After letting go of his guard, Ethan checked in safely.

The room in the hotel was not big, but it was clean and hygienic.

Perhaps because the string in his brain suddenly relaxed, Ethan took a hot bath and fell asleep on the bed.

He seemed to have a long dream.

In the dream, he saw the black box shining in his mind, exactly the same as he had seen in the ruins before.

Now the outside of the box was wrapped in a thick layer of fog.

No matter how Ethan drove it away, his eyes were always blurry.

Just when he was at a loss and failed repeatedly, a cyan flame wrapped in a few wisps of fog disappeared in the box.

The side of the black box facing Ethan suddenly revealed a corner.

It was a human relief.

A powerful giant sat with his back bent, his right hand supporting his cheek, and his mouth biting the back of his hand. Isn't this the "Thinker".

However, the "Thinker" in the previous life was a sculpture, but here it became a relief.

Although the relief was not big, Ethan could clearly see that there were red lines on the Thinker's body, which was amazing.

When he looked more carefully, he noticed that there were several engravings on a corner just above the relief, which vaguely looked like a kind of text.

But half of the text was exposed outside and half was hidden in the fog. Ethan tried hard to see it clearly, but he failed no matter what.

Until he woke up from a dream with a confused face.

Dream?

Ethan washed his face and shook his head.

He looked at the stars and the moon outside the window, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

I always felt that this dream seemed to want to tell him something.

What does that relief mean, what does that word represent, and what is the blue flame that blew away the fog at the beginning?

Three consecutive things in life, three unknowns.

I didn't expect that after the strange sound of "ding-dong" disappeared, I still couldn't sleep.

It seems that the dark circles are bound.

In the small room, Ethan took out several books that he had stored in the badge before.

But I felt dizzy after turning a few pages, and I couldn't read it anyway.

The image of the relief appeared clearly in my mind again.

Ethan thought about it and mobilized his thoughts to follow the path of the red line, but after a quarter of an hour, nothing happened to his body.

He scratched his hair in confusion, a little confused.

Doesn't that relief have any meaning?

No.

Suddenly Ethan's eyes lit up, and he remembered the classic movements of the "Thinker" sculpture.

Could it be... the movements must also be consistent?

At that moment, he began to try to imitate the movements of the Thinker while mobilizing his thoughts in the direction of the red line.

After several adjustments, Ethan felt that his movements were very similar to those of the "Thinker".

However, his body was not as muscular as others, and he felt a little ashamed of himself.

At this moment, Ethan suddenly heard heavy footsteps.

"Pa", "Da", "Pa", "Da"

The footsteps were heavy and light, and they came slowly from a distance.

Ethan was startled, and his movements were immediately interrupted, and the sound stopped.

He looked around nervously, and there was no one in the room, and there was no limp in the voice.

Did he hear it?

Ethan thought deeply, and re-arranged his movements, mobilizing his thoughts according to the red line on the 'Thinker'.

"Pa", "Da", "Pa", "Da"

Sure enough, the lame footsteps appeared again.

It was exactly the same as the first time. Could it be an auditory hallucination caused by the relief?

Ethan did not interrupt in the middle like last time, but continued to keep the movements and run his thoughts according to the red line.

"Ding Dong!"

That voice!

That voice that has been pestering me before!

"Ah~"

Ethan once again exited the 'thinker' action.

Because when the 'ding-dong' sound sounded, he clearly felt severe pain in his right shoulder, as if a chisel had been carved heavily into his body.

Ethan stroked his right arm, and the pain that penetrated his bones couldn't be false.

A smooth shoulder appeared in front of him.

Um?

Not a trace on it.

Not even the thin mark from the skull cut on the big ship yesterday.

The scar on the other arm was still aching.

Could it be that my nervous system is disordered?

Ethan moved his shoulders, trying to find something different.

But the right arm not only moves freely, but is also more flexible and flexible than the left arm.

During the days in the misty world, Ethan had always maintained a high degree of mental and physical tension, so it was inevitable that he would be a little tired.

But at this time, the right shoulder is obviously more comfortable than the left shoulder.

The location of the pain just now happened to be on his right shoulder, which made him guess that it was related to the relief of the 'Thinker'.

Could it really be that moment just now?

The more Ethan thought about it, the more it seemed possible, so he tried a third time.

This time he secretly made up his mind to endure it no matter how painful it was.

Following the steps just now, Ethan set up the 'Thinker' action, mobilized his thoughts, and began to operate according to the red line.

First there was the sound of lameness.

The sound of 'ding-dong' followed.

It hurts, it really hurts.

Ethan gritted his teeth secretly and persisted.

The first blow came from his right shoulder, making Ethan's teeth chatter in pain.

"Ding Dong!"

The second blow was on the left shoulder. Ethan felt the chisel fall heavily along the left shoulder, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

"Ding Dong!"

The third blow was on his back. This time the pain was far worse than his shoulders. The pain made Ethan tremble.

However, with his strong will, Ethan managed to survive.

"Ding Dong!"

The fourth chisel suddenly appeared on his buttocks, and the chisel drove straight in. Ethan shuddered and almost became incontinent.

"Ding Dong!"

On the fifth stroke, the right leg felt as if it had been scratched open, and the burning pain surged into my heart again.

"Ding Dong!"

On the sixth stroke, Ethan felt another skin-cutting pain in his left leg. By this time, Ethan was already a little numb.

"Ding Dong!"

On the seventh stroke, the chisel landed on Ethan's head. There was a buzz in his mind. Ethan couldn't control it at all and exited the 'thinker' state.

It hurts, indescribable pain.

Scraping bones to heal wounds is nothing more than that.

Ethan breathed heavily and wiped the sweat from his face.

Um?

This feeling... is really amazing.

Ethan silently felt the current state, his fatigue faded away, replaced by full strength and vitality.

He could even feel that if he ran it for a long time, his body would definitely become stronger.

Is this the feeling of pain and happiness?

He couldn't help but wonder if this was the legendary body-building technique.

If you can reshape your body, it doesn't matter if it hurts or hurts.

He immediately repositioned himself, ready to continue his journey of self-abuse.

But soon his movements froze, and his face turned ugly as he said, "Fuck, there's no more blue..."

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