Chapter 85 What am I?

The melodious bells of the Big Ben echoed over London.

Decades have passed. With the footsteps of the first industrial revolution, there are more and more chimneys, the fog wrapping London is getting thicker and thicker. With the huge chimneys, there is not only the fire of the industrial revolution, but also the rolling black bituminous coal slag and deadly poison gas.

London in 1881 was beautiful, sickly beautiful, and hell on earth was like this. Thousands of chimneys stand upright like the Babylonian Tower, poking the sky like a halberd, defiing the existence of God with rolling black smoke and wantonly insulting the blue sky and white clouds created by God.

It has been 19 years since the white stone statue was dug out. There is no disaster with the arrival of the white stone statue as Thomas said. Except for the increasingly fierce war on the other side of the ocean, the British mainland is still peaceful. At least London is like this. The will of Great Britain is still dominating the world. The whole world, Europe is immersed in the steam era brought by the first industrial revolution. This is an era of dreams and an era of disaster. There are hopeful people everywhere, chimneys and factories everywhere, the earth and the sky, forests and birds and beasts are exhausted by the enthusiasm and hope of human beings... /P>

The exquisite white stone statue did not bring much wealth to James. His brother bought it from his hand for only one-tenth of the value of the statue itself and resold it to a private museum in London. It is said that after making a lot of money, he went to the distant East to pan for gold.

"I really hope he dies in that damn eastern world, where the natives should roast and eat him and smash his dirty and rotten bones into powder to build a toilet." James, who was over half a hundred years old, cursed viciously with a wine bottle in his hand. Whenever he sees the white stone statue, he will say these words.

"Hi! Little Jack, is it okay to work here? Would you like to come back to my construction site again?" After venting, James patted Jack on the shoulder with a red face and said with the breath of alcohol.

Everyone knows that James has no construction site. He went bankrupt a long time ago, but no one wants to expose this poor guy who soaks himself in a wine tank every day.

Little Jack is no exception. "Oh, Mr. James, thank you for your kindness. I'm a little custodian in this museum. Besides, my bones are too thin to be able to work on the construction site."

James laughed after drinking and burping. "That's right, little Jack. You were like a chicken at the beginning, and you didn't have a few pounds of meat in total. Now..." James patted Jack's chest and laughed, "It's still the same. You're so thin and care about your beautiful wife and others. Run away, haha."

Sending off the drunken maniac. It happened that the melodious bell of Big Ben rang. Jack looked at the sky outside. The museum was already empty. Jack began to close the iron door at the gate of the museum layer by layer. Although it was just closing, it was a meticulous and rigorous work. Little Jack was like this. One person, he meticulously closed the three iron gates firmly.

With the squeaky friction of iron, the light of the sunset outside shrinks little by little, with a click, the huge museum is instantly immersed in the dark.

Jack took a deep breath, and some of his white face showed a strange brilliance, which was completely different from the thin young man just now.

Jack is 35 years old. He is not tall and thin, and his skin is as white as milk. He is not in harmony with this city full of smoke and dust at all. Fortunately, a pair of eyes on the bridge of his nose made his white a little more peaceful, so he didn't look so abrupt. A well-fitt black suit is perfect for him.

Jack slowly walked to the white statue and bent down respectfully and whispered, "Master, night is coming." The voice is so soft.

The white stone statue has been sitting there in such a posture, with his hands crossed in front of his face. It seems that his face is always a mystery, which also gives him a great sense of beauty, just like Venus without arms, an unknown mysterious beauty.

The stone statue moved gently, and then the whole one unfolded. His hands moved forward in front of his face, and his body slowly leaned against the back wall. The white stone statue actually lived like this!

Such a perfect man appeared in front of him in this way, with white skin like lotus flowers and leaves, without any impurities all over his body. It is as clean as the snow on the top of the Alps. The outline of his face is as elegant as a Greek sculpture, with cosmic deep eyes, gorgeous golden pupils, all The body is full of extremely well-proportioned muscles, and the curly long white hair also seems to have vitality in an instant. From the stone-like texture to the curved hair texture is such a natural harmony, just like such a change should happen like this.

The white statue, which Jack called the owner, leaned against the wall at this time, with his toes raised on his other leg, and his elegant fingers were placed on his chest with his elegant ten fingers on his chest, with a lonely face.

"It's really helpless to live." The extremely pleasant and powerful voice jingled out of the mouth of the statue like a spring, and the lonely tone made people sad.

Jack still bent slightly like a competent housekeeper and whispered, "Only by living can you experience the beauty of life."

The white statue bent the corners of its mouth and floated up gently as if it was completely unaffected by gravity. The white statue shook its head and said, "You are still young. You don't understand what it's like to have to live forever. Whenever you have to wake up again, you may have to wake up again. Hundreds of years or a thousand years later. Only then can I understand."

The white statue did not seem to be willing to go on. His white feet gently touched the ground and stood in front of Jack naked without making a sound.

He frowned, "The moon is out, Jack, go out and get some air! There is a dirty smell everywhere in this city. The white statue floated like a gust of wind, sliding to the four-meter-high window nailed by wooden boards in the museum. Jack took out a set of black tuxedo from the side and then floated up behind the white stone statue.

The white statue turned into a soft mist at the moment close to the window, drew a beautiful arc in the air and drilled out along the cracks in the board.

Jack still followed him and turned into a cloud of fog and drilled out along the cracks in the board.

The two clouds of fog are so inconspicuous in the fog in London. It seems to be part of the fog. It has been spinning and rushing up in the fog. The fog that Jack turned into gradually lost its strength when it rushed to a height of dozens of meters. The fog slowly condensed and began to show Jack's appearance, and the white statue turned into The fog circled and wrapped Jack, and the speed suddenly accelerated. It continued to rush towards the sky and the stars all over the sky. The clouds scattered, the fog scattered, and the fog wrapped Jack, who had already appeared in his original shape, and rushed out of the clouds.

Breaking through the gray and black smoke above London's head, the stars in the sky appeared in an instant. The moon that was slowly rising in the distance was so white, and the starry sky was so clear. It seemed that the distance between heaven and earth was greatly narrowed at the moment of rushing out of the clouds. It seemed that you could reach out your hand to touch the bright stars and The bright moon.

The fog formed by the white statue slowly converges into a human shape. Jack, who is not surrounded by fog, is still floating on the clouds. It seems that Jack just doesn't have the ability to fly to such a height.