Plague Doctor

The doorway of the morgue was just the size of two mobile stretcher beds. Gu Jun walked in with nothing to do. A cold breath suddenly swept in.

Gu Jun looked around. This was his first time stepping on this place. It was not very spacious. The lights on the ceiling were dim. There was a large stainless steel corpse freezer on the left and right sides. There were 10 morgue cabinets on each side. The cabinet doors were all closed. I didn't know if there were any bodies inside.

With some tool lockers in front, a few mobile stretcher beds and a few blue medical screens, there's nothing else.

Though the morgue is a shady, scary place in all sorts of horror films, it's actually so small, not surprising.

Just from the moment Gu Jun walked into the door, his mind was depressed. He approached the freezer on the left one step closer. The depression was even worse, with a slight agitation... his mind flashed wary, “Can I bear to proactively trigger an unknown illusion like this? ”

You know, after every illusion, his brain nerves feel painful. The whole person feels like he's in a lot of spirits...

Gu Jun paused cautiously and opened the system panel to check the host status. Heart rate and blood pressure were rising, indicating that triggering the illusion had a real effect on the body. “Heart rate 100 times, still at the edge of the normal range, no danger.” He kept an eye on the indicators while continuing to move forward.

One step, 115 heart rate.

Two steps, 130 heartbeats.

Three steps, 145 heart rates.

Gu Jun took a deep breath. In a few steps, his heart suddenly became too fast, as if he was exercising intensely. This number was approaching danger. His heart pounded through, his eyes constantly appeared visionary, as if he had been here, this is not the first time this has happened...

Three and a half steps, 150 heart rate.

The morgue cabinet is right in front of me. Even though my vision hasn't turned into an illusion, Gu Jun has a definite feeling and knows what to do.

“At the rate of previous heart rate increases, hallucinations should trigger about 160-180 times, which is a little dangerous. It may be like a paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia, but my heart has no buildup and occasionally overfrequencies, which should hold even for a few hours. ”

Gu Jun slowly lifted his right hand, his palm pressed onto the stainless steel cabinet of the morgue cabinet. The skin of his hand suddenly felt a cold, and this cold poured in, over the shallow fascia, deep fascia... stabbing the hand bone!

At a heart rate of 185 times, the heart jumped like it was about to leap out of his chest, he felt an unusual strangulation, he felt difficulty breathing, the sight in front of him became blurred and disillusioned, everything seemed to be going away and everything seemed to be coming again.

His reasoning was correct, as long as those three conditions were met at the same time, the related illusions could be triggered.

Those chaotic shadows gradually stabilize and become clearer...

Gu Jun saw a magnificent church and stood in an unknown city. The church is not any of the architectural styles he is familiar with, it is carved out of huge rocks, every porch post and every glass window is so beautiful and creepy, spires plunge straight into the sky and black birds fly in groups.

How could it be a church? It was unexpected, and so magnificent a church.

He thought the three-page diary would take him to a hospital, a morgue, or a place with similar functions...

“Why? What's the connection? ”

Bearing the severe pain in his head and heart, Gu Jun's consciousness gradually approached the church. In between, he crossed high steps, through the fine statues, through the main door of Emei. He reached the church and saw a scene that made him creepy.

Under the high vault, there are hundreds of people in the vast church, all on their knees, facing the throne directly in front of the church.

He saw... some of those people had twisted their limbs, some without their heads, some with only a skeleton left...

Their heads, with or without their heads, are deep against the ground, motionless, and they can't see their faces at all, but they are devout, bizarre, insane.

“This is not a morgue, but this is...” Gu Jun suddenly understood, "the whereabouts of the deceased. ”

He suddenly remembered the words of that dead man at Lifetime, "Dead? No, you don't understand.” The man chewed the playful tone of the word "dead" as if he had a different understanding of the concept…

He remembered the human banyan tree, the dozen faces on the tree, did they really... die?

“... whoa!” Gu Jun's heart twitched again so hard that he could no longer withstand the impact of these illusions. His palms pulled away from the surface of the morgue cabinet, and the illusions instantly dissipated like smoke. He trembled and gasped, wanting to turn around, but one could not stand steadily forward and fall. His palms pressed the counter again, but this time there was no cold feeling and no illusion had appeared.

The three-page diary in my mind also seems to have lost its shine, and it seems that the number of times each direct contact triggers an illusion is not unlimited.

The three-page diary is temporarily disabled.

“Next time you must be ready to save the heart pill before triggering again...” Gu Jun covered his heart and stood next to the morgue for a while. His heart rate slowly dropped. He was exhausted, but he still couldn't let go of his illusion.

“Where is that? What are those people praying for? What church is that? ”

Gu Jun pondered for a while and didn't have a clue. After all, this was the morgue. He gasped and turned around and walked outside.

“Behind the Lyson Corporation, Isolated Banyan Disease, is it related to the church?” As Gu Jun walked, he still wondered, "There is a church, there is a sect, there is a deity...” An idea arose in his mind, “Is Lyson Corporation... a secret association, are they both members? ”

The more he thinks about it, the colder he gets, the more often clandestine associations value family heirlooms.

Wasn't it before I was born that I belonged to Li Sheng?

“Doctor, hey? Are you a doctor?” At this time, the security guard at the door asked aloud, interrupting Gu Jun's thoughts, "What are you doing here? ”

“Wrong place.” Without saying much, Gu Jun stepped away and walked out of the underground parking lot all the way to the outside of the complex.

He looked at the pitch-black night sky, only the black-pressed silence, and the stars did not know where they had gone. That church illusion has become a nightmare, he looks at the night sky, but sees himself kneeling under the vault, as well as Mom and Dad, and others...

Gu Jun exhaled for a long time. I didn't want to think about it. I took out my phone and looked at it. It was almost 8pm. Finally, there was some new news on WeChat group. Professor Gu, Wang Ruoxiang, Cai Zixuan all @ him, and sent out the address of the dinner party.

“Copy that. I'll be right there.” Gu Jun pressed his phone to send a message to WeChat.

He walked a long way to the street of the main entrance square of the hospital, waved a taxi, got in the car and went to the restaurant where the dinner was held.