Plague Doctor

“We… Abyss… Death… Nervous… Fruit… Together… Death…"

Gu Jun muttered softly. Although he could not fully understand the meaning of this sentence, he could feel the desolation inside.

As a medical student, he knew that writing "death” in the diary was really death, not metaphorically. And this is the last part of this three-page diary, which could be the end result of the consultation, "Death Together. ”

“Death together, death together.” Gu Jun muttered several times and tasted an unspeakably scary taste.

The handwriting on these three-page diaries appears to be robust, and the gray darkness is actually heavier than that of the missing map.

There is also a panic wandering and a painful struggle in the atlas; but the diary has embraced despair and waits only for death.

“What's in the diary?” Gu Jun pondered, is there anything to do with Banyan disease? Or is it related to that alien creature?

He thought about it for a while and looked at it again, but couldn't find any valid information in the rest of the diary, so he turned off the diary and turned off the system panel.

“It always felt like there were some details in that basement illusion that I hadn't noticed, but that was a very critical detail...”

Gu Jun patted his head. This is not the first time he's had this feeling, but also for that lab illusion.

What's going on with these visions, is there a pattern?

Gu Jun thought about it again, "The dream in Gubang Village should not be the same as the illusion. The first illusion was at the bottom of the Longkan Sea, right? But that was different, and I can't recall anything specific after that. You can remember, three times in total. ”

Laboratory illusions, pool illusions, basement anatomy table illusions.

What do these three visions have in common?

“Same place.” Gu Jun first grabbed the idea, which was a broken laboratory illusion triggered in the lab, a pool illusion triggered in the morgue, and a basement anatomy table illusion triggered by the anatomy table. The same location may be one of the conditions, but there are other conditions.

“Again, I did the autopsy myself. Why didn't the basement illusion show up when I dissected the remains of a patient with Isolated Banyan disease? ”

Gu Jun felt that he had some idea, because it was not enough to stand by the anatomy table and do the anatomy with his own hands. He also needed a more direct connection with the illusion.

Laboratory illusions may be linked by the phrase "dark fruit”. Now there is a video unveiling, in fact, he already touched that sentence at the bottom of the Longkan Sea, and as soon as he got to the lab to trigger it, he brought him into the illusion.

The connection between the phantoms of the cadaver is the remains of patients with Isolated Banyan disease. He can now ascertain that the cadavers are full of the remains of the patients with Isolated Banyan Disease, bound together in chains to prevent them from bonding; they are supposed to be dead, but they also have a scratch reflex.

The link in the basement is naturally the map of the debris, and the anatomy is the same creature.

The words, the remains, the images, the maps, are all present in the brain, in the subconscious, the conscious, the memory.

“Yes.” The clearer Gu Jun wants.

The first is to be in the same functional location, or to have the key setting of an anatomical table versus an anatomical table; the second is to have a direct connection in your mind; and the third is to have similar scenarios, prior to experimenting, transporting corpses, and performing anatomies, respectively.

All three illusions were simultaneously fulfilled.

This may not be the whole pattern, but it seems like you can try the active trigger this way.

“The contents of the three-page diary...” Gu Jun turned his eyes, "It should be the author's doctor who tried to treat the patient, but it didn't work, and finally he could only watch one patient die together. I now have direct connections in my brain, and what I need is the same location, similar scenarios. ”

Thinking about it, an idea just pops up in his head, and he sees a patient who just died in the hospital, okay?

Gu Jun's heart beat faster for a moment, and the idea was born and could no longer be pressed.

Those visions would give him more information and a better understanding of all of this. Perhaps there is an important role that he does not yet know.

If he could take initiative, he should try to take it.

“Try it.” Gu Jun thought of Mumbling. It's almost 7: 00 PM to take a look at the mobile phone. Professor WeChat Qun Ligu hasn't sent any new messages yet. Obviously, the skill contest hasn't finished all the projects today. They haven't left the gym yet. The mobile phone hasn't been retrieved yet.

Gu Jun went to turn off the rice cooker, poured the whole pot of soup into the drain of the balcony, and then poured the boiled mouse bodies back into the medical garbage bag. Then he took his student ID, put on the white coat again, and left the dorm with the kangaroo body, leaving the rice cooker for Zixuan to wash.

Outside the dormitory building, Gu Jun threw the garbage bag into a yellow medical garbage can, and the mouse bodies would be centrally sent to burn without leaving a trace.

Though the safest thing to do is eat it himself, he can't do it.

Then, Gu Jun quickly rode his bike to the East Affiliated Hospital connected to the west of the campus, and quickly walked into the outpatient inpatient complex.

It is dinner time, there are not many visitors in the outpatient hall on the first floor, doctors and nurses are not often seen, some quietly.

Gu Jun snuck around the outpatient hall, didn't find it, and went to the noisy emergency department at night to turn around, still didn't find it. Living and dying in the hospital, patients die every day in different departments, but he can't meet them all at once.

But there is another place...

Morgue.

According to Gu Jun, when a patient dies, the body will be kept in the ward for an hour or two, leaving the family time to say goodbye. They are then transported by morgue staff to the morgue and arranged with their families to be transported to the funeral home, from the same day to a few days.

The disputed bodies requiring autopsy were sent directly to the forensic centre, which is the forensic building, and not placed in the morgue.

As a result, hospitals, large and small, whether in morgues in buildings or in separate morgues, do not have much security, namely, they are guarded by one or two uncles, plus several staff members who carry corpses. After all, no one's going to be okay to wander around in that kind of place.

There is no separate morgue at Dongdae Affiliated Hospital, which is located on the negative floor of the complex, connected to the parking lot, and the cargo truck can reach directly outside the door.

Gu Jun took the elevator to the negative floor, put on a mask, shake a white coat, and walked to the door of the morgue over there. If nothing happened, he walked over.

“Huh?” An uncle guard at the guard's desk looked at it and looked at the young doctor and walked in. Uncle Security is still a little confused, except for the family members of the deceased, the body transporters, the funeral home staff, it seems that no doctor will go into the morgue, right?

“Looking for bad luck.” Uncle Security muttered and lowered his head to continue watching the short video on the phone.