“She's in my body!”
This sentence made Ruowang shiver, just like when he was young and accidentally watched a horror movie before the Old World was destroyed.
However, he quickly realized that this wasn't the point.
The point was that the captain actually responded to Shang Jianyao's words!
Before this, the humans Ruowang and Shang Jianyao encountered who had fallen into a chaotic and crazy state were completely unable to communicate. Even if not all of them were silent, they would only say something to themselves, almost like delirium, unlike the captain who "answered questions."
Of course, because they were mostly hiding, Ruowang had actually encountered very few "chaotics." He couldn't be sure whether the captain's current state was special.
This was not what he wanted to understand either. He only cared about one thing:
Did this mean that the captain could still communicate, and that he and the future person "Shang" could get some information from him?
Ruowang composed himself, looked at the captain striking a pose of courtship at an empty space, and tentatively asked:
“Do you know what the source of the night's anomaly is?”
Whoosh, the cold winter night wind poured in from the open window, making Ruowang couldn't help but shrink his body.
The captain was still kneeling on one knee, repeating his previous "aria":
“Oh, my goddess!
“Please accept my love!”
This… Ruowang frowned.
Shang Jianyao next to him laughed:
“You're not charming enough.”
“What does this have to do with charm?” Ruowang muttered.
He tentatively suspected that only topics related to "goddess" could make the captain reflexively respond in his chaotic, crazy, and unconscious state.
This realization made Ruowang very disappointed.
He thought for a while and said to Shang Jianyao:
“Haven't you always wanted to figure out the reason behind this?
“Let's cooperate and search this room, hoping to gain something.”
“Okay!” Shang Jianyao couldn't wait.
Ruowang ignored the captain, who was sometimes kneeling and singing arias of love, and sometimes standing up, pacing back and forth, and shedding tears in the center of the room. He went directly to the red desk where books and papers were placed.
Those books were all popular styles before the Old World was destroyed. Ruowang himself had read a few and knew they were fine.
However, he still carefully picked up those books and shook them downwards to see if there was anything clipped inside.
This shake really shook out some items.
They fell down and scattered on the desk, a few slightly yellowed photos.
The protagonist of these photos was the same person, a rather beautiful woman.
She had long, slightly brown hair, and blue eyes as charming as a lake. She always had a smile on her face, either sweet or sunny.
In different photos, the woman's age was different. The youngest was seventeen or eighteen, wearing a cheerleader uniform, with a rather hot figure. The oldest was twenty-five or six, wearing a hat, wearing a short skirt, and waving a racket.
“This is the captain's goddess?”
Shang Jianyao's voice suddenly rang behind Ruowang.
Ruowang was startled, turned halfway around, and blamed:
“Why don't you make any noise when you walk?”
“Because there's a carpet here.” Shang Jianyao explained sincerely.
He cast his gaze on those photos again, and said curiously and excitedly:
“A crush for many years?”
Shang Jianyao's tone reminded Ruowang of one of his cousins. Before the Old Era was destroyed, she would discuss celebrities in this way.
Ruowang looked at those photos carefully again, subconsciously looked at the captain, and cursed in a low voice:
“Beast!”
“The reason is?” Shang Jianyao asked with shining eyes.
Ruowang pointed to those photos and said:
“This miss is so young, yet he calls her a goddess!
“Doesn't he look at his own age?”
At least forty-something!
Shang Jianyao seemed a little disappointed that the reason for "beast" wasn't explosive enough, and instead asked:
“Are you a little jealous?”
“This, what's there to be jealous of?” Ruowang retorted stubbornly.
Frankly speaking, he was a little jealous, because the woman in the photos was as beautiful as a celebrity, and he didn't know if she and the captain had any substantial emotional entanglements.
This made Ruowang, who lacked female friends before the Old World was destroyed because he was not very outgoing, feel a little sour.
“That's true.” Shang Jianyao didn't care if the other party was really jealous, and pointed to the photos, “Judging from the degree of yellowing, it should be some years old.”
Ruowang suddenly woke up: these photos should have been taken before the Old Era was destroyed. At that time, the captain was only in his twenties.
Moreover, the ages of the women in those photos were progressive. When she was the youngest, the captain might not have been twenty, and there was no problem of age difference or old-young love.
Thinking of this, Ruowang unconsciously weaved a story in his heart and said it out:
“The captain had a crush on this miss, but she already had a boyfriend. He could only secretly collect photos and fantasize in private. When the Old Era was destroyed, the two were completely out of contact. So, after the captain fell into a chaotic state, he had hallucinations and expressed the desire he had been suppressing in his heart?”
“Then how do you explain the captain saying 'She's in my body'?” Shang Jianyao was quite interested in this topic.
Ruowang unconsciously fell into the atmosphere of discussion:
“Maybe this is a scene in a fantasy. In our culture, we like to use the phrase 'the fusion of spirit and flesh' to describe love.”
“I don't think so.” Shang Jianyao shook his head.
When Ruowang looked at him, Shang Jianyao continued:
“First of all, the two are indeed not lovers. Otherwise, the captain would only have her solo photos and no photos of the two of them together.”
“That's right!” Ruowang finally reacted.
The future person "Shang's" reasoning ability is still very strong.
Shang Jianyao further imagined:
“After the Old World was destroyed, the captain, who had a crush on her, tried to rescue her, but found that she was mixed with other men, sharing joys and sorrows and supporting each other.
“Under intense jealousy and disappointment, in the end-of-the-world environment where order was lost, the furious captain made an irrational move. He killed his goddess and her boyfriend.”
Speaking of this, Shang Jianyao showed a sinister smile:
“After a period of time, because of the lack of food, the captain set his sights on his goddess's corpse….
“So, he said the goddess was in his body.”
Ruowang was dumbfounded and felt inexplicably nauseous.
He was lucky. From the destruction of the Old Era to now, he had always been able to find food. The longest period of hunger did not exceed three days. He didn't need to do those cruel and terrifying things.
“What, what is your basis?” Ruowang felt that the situation described by "Shang" was too, too dramatic and dark.
Shang Jianyao said in a teaching tone:
“This is called bold hypothesis!”
“……” Ruowang was speechless.
However, the captain's sentence "She's in my body" always made Ruowang feel that the room was gloomy, making it difficult to completely deny Shang Jianyao's "speculation."
He paused for a while and said:
“Continue to look for clues.”
The two separated again, each going to one side, looking through the various things in the room.
In this process, Ruowang was a little jealous again.
Because there was actually a wine cellar in the room, filled with many famous wines from the Old Era.
“Damn it, he would rather waste energy in these places than turn on the air conditioning system!” Ruowang complained.
This allowed them, these passengers and crew members, to enjoy the "charm" of the combination of "winter" and "sea breeze" every night.
“Maybe he has thick fat and isn't afraid of the cold.” Shang Jianyao didn't know when he had returned to this side.
Ruowang glanced at the captain's body, which was obviously rounder than ordinary people, and accepted this explanation.
After the Old Era was destroyed, with the food being very scarce, the captain could have such a figure, indicating that he had never lacked resources.
“Have you found any clues?” Ruowang cared about the main topic.
Shang Jianyao asked seriously:
“Does it count if he likes to eat candy and the consumption of tissues is higher than normal?”
“It doesn't count.” Ruowang replied without hesitation.
The disappointment on his face could no longer be concealed, because he hadn't found any useful clues on his side either, and the captain's room was almost completely searched.
Shang Jianyao's expression became serious:
“I think we still have to ask him directly.”
“He” referred to the captain.
Ruowang was infected by that seriousness and slowly nodded:
“We can try.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Jianyao excitedly turned his body and asked loudly:
“Why do you think she is your goddess?”
Weren't they looking for clues to the night's anomaly? Ruowang couldn't keep up with Shang Jianyao's thinking at all.
A smile appeared on the captain's face, who had just completed an aria:
“She is as beautiful as the morning sun and as kind as a pure angel.
“I once had a serious illness and needed a bone marrow transplant, and she stood up as a perfect match.”
So, this is the correct explanation of that sentence "She's in my body"... Ruowang realized that both he and Shang Jianyao had thought wrong.
Things were not so thrilling, nor did they involve the fusion of spirit and flesh.
“What an angel!” Shang Jianyao echoed the captain's words.
He had no intention of asking what the source of the night's anomaly was.
The captain's eyes were obviously confused, as if he was in an unconscious state.
He muttered to himself:
“She is still the captain of the cheerleading team. She is cheerful, enthusiastic, and good at tennis and dancing…”
“Great!” Shang Jianyao praised.
The captain continued:
“She also has a very good mind and is definitely not one of those women who only have breasts and a face.
“She published papers when she was in college, and after graduation, she actually chose to go to the laboratory as a researcher…”
Shang Jianyao's smiling expression changed.
He raised his hand and stroked his chin, and asked thoughtfully:
“Researcher?”
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