Wang Qiang and I stayed in the house, outside is the wind and sand, the whole hut is like a small island isolated by the sea, out is not out, nothing can not be found.

The two of us did not know how long we had been, the hungry cooing, the blue eyes, one sitting in a chair, one and a half lying on the bed, all of them weak.

The only means of light in the house, the little light was stumbling, and the shadows of the two of us were extremely long.

When I was almost hungry and almost lost consciousness, Wang Qiang suddenly sat up from the bed and stood in one direction.He said, “Wang Qiang, have you ever thought of a question?”

“What?”I asked.

“Everything here is made of ancient trees, right?”He said.

I said “well” and didn’t know what he was going to say.Wang Qiang said, “I have been thinking about this question, since all the scenes and arrangements are intentional, why do we have kitchen utensils and stoves in this room?”

I slammed a stirring and looked at the pot in the corner of the hut, yes, why is there kitchen utensils here?

Wang Qiang said, "With these things, it means that the ancient Maru tree has given us a setting that you can eat food, and this thing can be cooked."

I was so hungry that I heard this and said, “Where’s the food?”

Wang Qiang had a spirit, got out of bed, pacing back and forth, frowned: "Let's think, think about it, there must be something wrong, we didn't think about it."In fact, the ancient Maru tree arranged the food, but we did not find it."

I laughed bitterly, "This house is empty, I have searched several times, and there is no rat hole, where is the food."

Wang Qiang went to the door and opened the door again, and the wind was strong outside, and the sound was like a ghost crying wolf.It is just strange that these winds did not blow in, but until the door, the house seemed to have a boundary and shield the wind.

"That is to say," said Wang Qiang, "our food is in the house, not going out to look for it, there can be no food outside."

“Strange,” I glanced at the house, “what’s here, let’s eat the table and the chair?”“Shall we drink the oil?”

"No," Wang Qiang pacing back and forth, "there must be a joint that we can't think of."

He walked and suddenly stopped and looked at me: "Actually, there is food in the house, but we didn't expect it."

“What?”I asked.His eyes were strange, and there was an inexplicable meaning.

Wang Qiang was silent for a moment and said, "It's you and me."

I was startled, and the back neck goosebumps all came up, “You, what do you mean?”

Wang Qiang said, “I was still thinking, why the ancient Maru tree has let you in, and copied me, is this not superfluous?”Now I understand that we may only live one, and that it does not kill each other, but rather that we depend on each other to live.”

"I still don't understand."I blinked and said.

Wang Qiang sighed: "You are the body, I am a copy, in fact, it is all you, there is no difference, leave one on it, the two are superfluous."So we can only live one for two, and the other one can be used as food."

I was shocked that my chin fell off: “This, this can’t be done, isn’t that the equivalent of eating yourself?”

Wang Qiang said, “Only in this way can we ensure that ‘I’ live, ‘Wang Qiang’ lives, otherwise we both have to die!”

I was sweating like rain, and I knew in my heart that he was right, but I couldn’t accept it rationally at all.

He walked quickly, hugged my shoulder, and looked at me with a burning eye: "Wang Qiang, we are a person, your mentality is very understanding, don't pretend."You are ambitious and persistent, and now you have supreme power and magic, do you want to die here!I am not willing!”

He said excitedly: "This is a trial, is a spiritual journey, this is God's test for us, only through this pass, go out to achieve great work!" 」

He quickly walked to the kitchen utensils, picked up a kitchen knife, and handed me the knife: "I am willing to be your food, I am a replica, I have the responsibility to achieve the main business."You killed me, you ate me, and you live!”

I took the kitchen knife, my hands were trembling, and I looked at him, and it was half a day, “Why didn’t you eat me?”

"Do you think?"I don't care."Wang Qiandao.

"To make this game fairer," I said, "we can bet on it."

He laughed, opened the door, went out with a strong wind, and when he came back for a long time, he grabbed a gravel in his hand.

He threw all the stones on the table and looked at me and said, "Let's bet on these stones."

I put the knife aside and said, "Then you say the rules."

Wang Qiang said, "I'll catch the stone, you can guess the number of pairs."When he saw that I was not speaking, he said, "If you don't come to catch the stone, I'll guess both."

I said, “No, just come on.”

Wang Qiang took a deep breath, grabbed it, grabbed a stone on the table, covered it with his hand, and said, “Guess it.”

I said, “Sone.”

Wang Qiang raised his hand, our two eyes were all gathered on the stone, he slowly counted each stone with his fingers, silently read "2, 4, 6..." in his mouth, and finally slowly counted to 20.“21, 22...”

At this time, the last piece was left, and he gently said, "23."His throat moved: “Sing.You won."

At this point, he and I were very happy.I said, “I should have won to relax, why should you be soothing?”

Wang Qiang laughed: "You did not understand the mystery of it, the really difficult thing to do is not me, you give me a pleasure, a knife to kill me, I will die, nothing, there is no psychological burden."But you, you have to eat me a little, so as to ensure that you live.In the coming month, every day you will have to be in a room with my dead body, watching me slowly mutilated, you are equivalent to eating a little bit of yourself, this psychological test and pressure, not normal people can bear.

I froze, and my face darkened: "You, you're right."

He stood up and patted me on the shoulder: "So I just rushed to die, leaving the most difficult for you."He squatted down, looked me in the eye, and said, "Wang Qiang, you promised me."

I looked at him.

"You must firmly believe that since the ancient Maru tree forces us to become a demon, then we will become a demon!"Don't let me die, okay?"He looked at me deeply.

I did not speak.

"Live with our dreams," Wang Qiang said, "belonging to our Wang Qiang's dream."

He picked up the knife, looked at me at last, cut his throat with a knife, the blood flowed, and the man turned over and fell to the ground, never moving again.

I looked at him, did not move, and the blood flowed slowly, and did not pass the feet.At this moment, I was like an epiphany, and the last words before he died, he had been churning in his mind, "Live with our dreams."

The devil becomes a demon, so what?

I crouched down, stripped him of his clothes, looked at the flesh on his body, took a deep breath, and slowly put the knife up...

I timed on the wall, there was no day here, I painted the road on the wall entirely by my own feeling, and now I have painted more than 50 roads, when will it be a month.

The workers on the ground all put a skeleton, which is Wang Qiang's.I have no food, I have saved food, and I can only maintain it until now.

Just when I was hungry, the door knocked.

I looked up at the door, looked at the door with vicissitudes of eyes, got up and got out of bed, opened the door, and stood a man outside, and Wang Qiang was again!

The king came in, closed the door of the windy wind, and he came to the table and threw a broken stone in his hand on the table.

He said coldly: "Nonsense, we can only live one, not you eat me, or I eat you."The old rule, or to bet on it."

“You all know?”I asked.

He nodded, “I am your replicator, copying all the memories until it appears outside this door.”You ate a replica, and now we're going to bet on it."

“Come on.”I said.

...

I opened my eyes and went back to the tree.I moved my body for a moment, without any dryness, and it didn’t seem like a long time to go, but in my memory, it had been a month.

I looked at Ange and the second dragon, and they still kept that sitting position, sitting there without moving, and the smile on my face had not disappeared.

I continued to settle, to read into the tree, and as I came out of the hut, I felt that I had gone one step further from that ultimate wisdom, and now I could not give up.

When I opened my eyes, I was sitting in the yard of my hometown in the countryside, with a table in front of me, all of which were wine and vegetables.I looked up and saw Zhang Hong, and he was drunk and smoked, and suddenly he cried.

I said to myself, “What are you doing?Did I say the wrong thing?”

Zhang Hong cried, “Wang Qiang, are you my good brother?”

"You say this," I said, "and if you have something to say, don't turn a corner."

Zhang Hong picked up the glass, drank the wine with his head, and his eyes were full of blood: "I want to kill someone, you have to help me!"

I looked at him, suddenly goosebumps up, the back of the neck of the cool breeze, I knew that I actually returned to the beginning of all the stories that happened to me.