Plague Doctor

Was it real?

When was your earliest memory? Do you have any memories of yourself before you were three?

Did someone tell you all your stories before you remembered, like your parents told you?

How to eat, how naughty, how smart...

Those stories… have they really happened? Some of the stories you don't know, have they really never happened?

As Gu Jun walked out of the test room, his face was a little gray, and the memory fragments found from deep inside his subconscious had become his latest nightmare. He didn't tell Sister Liang the truth about the alien language, but how much did he know himself?

“Arjun, your abnormal memory is related to your early childhood activities.” Sister Liang remained honest with him after she ended her hypnosis of him: "Your parents should be inseparable. I'll report it up there. Your S value is fine, but you need to get some treatment. Don't think about it, go back and rest. ”

When Gu Jun came out, he followed Brother Qiang. He was the last one to complete the test. It took the longest time, an hour and a half.

The final result of the corrective test will come out tomorrow morning, before then, Django will send everyone back to the dormitory to rest.

The group went back to the dormitory, Cai Zixuan was supposed to greet everyone to play here, but Gu Jun said he was going to sleep, so they went to the other unit, Brother Ma.

Gu Jun locked himself up in the bedroom. Whether or not someone was watching or eavesdropping, he punched him hard on the wall and then punched him again.

The pain in the metacarpal bone does not paralyze the pain that almost smashes the heart. But nevertheless, he needed to think about what that memory meant.

“Mum obviously doesn't understand the alien language, but she knows the language and uses me… to write it down. ”

Gu Jun recalled the memory fragments and his head ached a little, “Why should I? Who taught me that? Or is that the language I created? ”

He thought it was ridiculous, because in order to study aliens, he had some knowledge of linguistics, and he knew that creating a language was not difficult to speak, but that many rules needed to be followed in order to be decent. From the clues he cracked, the alien language was a regular language, and its structure was quite complex.

This cannot be a language that a few years old can create by painting indiscriminately, nor is he painting indiscriminately in his memory, writing explicitly.

And this language has been applied to the packaging of some drugs, as well as graphs, diaries… these things have been given to him by an incredibly powerful unknown force in the form of a system of games. He hasn't got a clue what's behind this power.

But why alien, Gu Jun thought of two possibilities.

The first is that given by the system is that given by the alien kingdom; the second is the text chosen from the system when combined with his subconscious.

Gu Jun believes that the former is more likely because the system is retarded and should know that he likes and uses Chinese most.

“Is it because of certain circumstances, such as what research from Licence, that I learned about this alien, when I was a young child, but I was one of the few, if not the only, people in the world who knew the alien... and Mom was digging it out of my head? ”

He sorted out his thoughts and felt like this was the most likely thing. The fanaticism in his mother's eyes was like seeing a message...

This alien is necessarily of great significance for the next life.

By now, he had to admit that it was a terrible situation, that his parents were directly linked to the newborn club's research and that he was involved.

“Does‘ those documents' mean...” Gu Jun suddenly thought, “What paintings do I write for foreign languages? ”

He had a new jump in his head, and Mom and Dad didn't hand over the papers? Whatever they did with the aliens, what the purpose of the newborn club was, and how the two broke down, the parents would end up in a different camp than the newborn.

Perhaps at first, the parents didn't know that the brutality and evil of the next life would be exploited? Then I found out, and I found a way out.

This new idea made Gu Jun feel much more comfortable. His positive attitude came back.

The recovery of this memory fragment suddenly led him to understand some foreign words. From the test room to now, he is adding more vocabulary. It is as familiar with Chinese as it is with the feeling that it is the mother tongue… These scientific names are "hidden memories”, just as people don't know how to learn to walk, but they do.

But the rate and number of synonyms recovering in his mind is also decreasing.

“Now I still have a strong feeling about that memory, but the longer the time passes, the weaker the feeling, the fewer words I can remember... and ‘unusual memories in my subconscious mind’ probably isn't just this fragment, there are other things that might have something to do with those illusions...”

Things always had to be faced. Gu Jun walked to the floor by the bed and sat down on his legs, next to the bed, quietly meditating on those memories.

Meditation is what he learns during his psychological training, how to breathe, how to relax, how to imagine...

The feeling was quickly amplified, and as he meditated, some alien words reappeared: flowers, birds, weapons, doctors, policemen, teachers, food, faith, life, stories, secrets, war...

Gu Jun was immersed in a vortex of chaotic memories. An alien text seemed to shine through.

Time passed, he gradually had to open his eyes to stop, meditation would have been refreshing, but now he has a cracked headache, a much worse spirit, and the feeling of that memory is almost consumed, and the sausage scratch can't find any more new aliens.

Looking at cell phone time, Gu Jun was a little surprised. “It's already evening, it's been a few hours...”

And he pressed his head, and he did it, and this time he harvested hundreds of words, and suddenly he remembered, about five or six hundred words.

But this synonym is polysemy, which is more English than Chinese, so he already has some knowledge of it.

Apples and fruits, for example, are synonymous, and darkness can also refer to the night.

The abyss, and the ocean.

So that line of blood can also mean "dark fruit grows from the ancient sea."

This naturally gave Gu Jun an idea: “Is that why Mom and Dad went to the ocean to do scientific research? Looking for 'dark fruit'? ”

Worms are synonymous with worms, with the meaning of servants.

Death, very strange, means sublimation, “Sublime servants will be with the heavens and the earth for a long time."

Gu Jun muttered this phrase again. He was a little chilly and remembered the dead man's words: “Dead? No, you don't understand. ”

Original death… is a sublimation?

“Forget it.” Gu Jun shook his head, opened the system panel in his head, and prepared to see what that broken diagram and the three-page diary meant again.

He opened the chart and read it. The structural marking of the chest specimen of the unknown creature on the chart is now all understandable! Chest, muscles, bones, nerves, membranes… the previous decoding was correct.

Gu Jun couldn't help but get a little excited and then look at the messy note below the graph...