Plague Doctor

Is there a demon in the world?

What kind of demon? A metaphorical demon? Or a religious demon?

Gu Jun knows how to understand, which is part of the assessment, because personality theory believes that the questionnaire method can reflect the evaluator's conscious, self-attributing motivation system. When he listens to the questions, he decides how to answer them, which reflects exactly his personality characteristics.

And now he thinks of the demons of religious significance... which have brought him to a slight standstill, demons that cannot be understood by current scientific cognition, is there?

A few months ago he would have said no, but now, almost to the fifth second, he would have said, "Yes. ”

As soon as Gu Jun replied, the three judges continued to write on the document. He doesn't know what the standard answer to the question is. Generally, if the answer matches the standard, he scores 2, instead 0, and scores 1 between the two.

And the man on the left side of his face said, "Do you want to go to heaven after you die? ”

“Yes.”

“Does it upset you that a stray dog fell into the sea and drowned? ”

“Yes.”

“The death of a stranger makes you sadder than the death of a dog? ”

This is a really strange question, and different scenarios have different answers. Gu Jun instantly wondered, what if that man was a murderer, and that dog was his good friend? Why would you think that the first time instead of the good guys and the bad dogs? You think dogs are better than people?

Is this my psychological tendency… Gu Jun can only answer: “Between the two. ”

“Do you like passion? ”

“Between them. ”

“Do you think madmen are disgusting? ”

“Yes or no, between the two. ”

Whatever Gu Jun answered, frowned or spoke, the three judges were still faceless, and there was no emotional change in the tone of the man with the Chinese face.

“Will you, as a doctor, save the life of a bad man? ”

Gu Jun stagnated again. This is a moral dilemma. The standard answer is to save people, because saving people is done by doctors, and judging people's good and bad is done by judges. But the reality can't always be that simple. There will be situations he doesn't want to save. “'Between them,' said Gu Jun. ”

“Do you think the past is real? ”

Another strange question, Gu Jun thought a lot, even think of quantum mechanics double-seam experiments, “between the two. ”

“Is knowledge the greatest power? ”

Gu Jun silenced for two seconds, "No. ”

“Do you crave strength? ”

“Yes.”

“Oui of life, the end of science, the truth of the universe, do you care? ”

“Yes.”

“Will you do anything to get these answers? ”

Gu Jun is silent again, ignoring everything? It's a word that weighs so much, but if you know the answer to everything... he says, "Between the two.” He can ignore himself, but he doesn't want to hurt anybody.

“Do you believe in affection? ”

“Yes.”

“Do you believe in friendship? ”

“Yes.”

“Do you believe in love? ”

Gu Jun stopped, love? This thing is more complicated. He thinks all love is conditional, but conditional is not love? "Between them," he replied. ”

“Do you think there is a higher truth above mankind? ”

Gu Jun stopped, how can human beings be so small that they have understood the highest truth, "there is.” He said.

“Can that truth transcend affection, friendship and love? ”

Since when, Gu Jun's heart has accumulated a heavy cloud. He exhaled softly, “Between the two. ”

The man with the face of the State script drew a pen on the document.

One question rang in the judging room, Gu Jun constantly answered within 5 seconds. The more he answered, the more inertia in his mind appeared. Even he himself perceived his thinking pattern, but felt a little strange, not as distinct as he thought.

And the more he invented this unusual personality test.

Ordinary like the Cartel's 16 Personality Factors Questionnaire, which measures 16 root characteristics such as orchestrality, intelligence, stability, suspicion and fantasy; Eisenke's Personality Questionnaire measures three personality dimensions and one measure of effectiveness; Minnesota's Multiple Personality Questionnaires, and so on...

But now he's doing this scale test, which seems to be measuring his understanding of human beings, heterosexuals, matter, spirit, right and wrong, and then assessing his personality type. I don't know what personality there is in the secret service.

Such a question-and-answer session lasted more than half an hour, and Gu Jun answered probably more than 300 questions.

“Do you think you're important? ”

“Between them. ”

When Gu Jun finished answering this question, the man with the Chinese face slightly jawed his head: “That's enough, the questionnaire is over.” However, the quiz did not end there, and the man with the face said, "Mr. Gu, next I will say a word, you have to use this word to quickly say a word within two seconds. ”

Gu Jun nodded well. This is part of the projection test, reflecting the subconscious characteristic pattern.

“There we go.” State-faced man says, "Great. ”

“It's a great piece.” Gu Jun said the exit before realizing that he did not speak of a great man, but of a "work”...

“Undescripble.” The man said again.

Gu Jun thought, "That woman is unspeakable.” Does this reflect his subconscious sexual impulses? No, he thought about it, it was conscious.

The stateface man obviously also discovered that two seconds is a very short time, three seconds shorter than the general word association test, and few people can think consciously before answering, even if such thinking is not autonomous. And when you answer with your consciousness, you can't detect your subconscious.

“Classmate Gu, please answer the question immediately within 1 second of listening.” The State-faced man had to ask.

The deep wrinkled man in the middle and the long-faced woman on the right looked at each other. This was the first time Gu Jun had seen them with such a rich expression.

They want subconscious, they want subconscious.

Gu Jun said to himself in silence, "Don't act so rigid, otherwise what will they think of the previous judgment?"

“Death," said the State-faced man.

“Survival or death is a problem.” Gu Jun spoke out, but badly… still conscious, and misled by Shakespeare of Cai Zixuan.

Once again, the man with the face of the State did not write the record, but picked up a pile of blank paper and a ballpoint pen and got up and handed it to him, “Gu, let's do the drawing. And then I'm going to play some pictures on the screen, and you're going to keep looking at the screen, and you're going to tell me what you saw, and you're going to keep drawing, and you're not going to stop. ”

“Okay.” Gu Jun took the paper and pen, knowing that even if he painted a messy coil, in the eyes of a psychologist, he could analyze his subconscious activities. He had no doubt about the capacity of the secret services in that regard.

He took a deep breath and watched as the man pressed the remote and the TV screen on that wall lit up again.

The first picture is of a dark sky filled with clouds.

“Sky, clouds.” Gu Jun looked at the screen and said, drawing a pen on the paper casually. Because the attention of the consciousness goes all the way to describing the behavior of the picture, the right hand that is constantly moving is suddenly controlled by the subconscious.

The image on the screen continues with a bloody headstand; a pile of bodies; a blue sea; a close-up of a fly; a little girl by the wall in a black and white photo...

He kept describing pictures of transformation, drawing, not knowing what he was drawing, not having any thoughts at all, just a little upset.

Gradually, the man looked at the paper in Gu Jun's hand, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. Deep wrinkled men and long-faced women stood up and looked.

“Gu, stop. ”

The screen in front of him suddenly disappeared and became dark. Gu Jun was just passing away. "Oh..." After this stroke, his right hand felt very tired. He also found that the look of the man with the face of the Chinese characters had changed... Gu Jun Xin's head was heavy. What did I draw?

He looked at the paper in his hand and saw a line of crazy handwriting drawn from a blue ballpoint pen, which formed the language of the opposite language.

A line of alien text that he can read.

Cold, weird, twisted.

[The dark fruit grows from the ancient abyss, and the worm of death will last with the heavens and the earth]