Plague Doctor

In December of this year, there was plenty of extreme weather in Eastern State, and only later in the year was it raining heavily again, flooding the streets of the city a little.

It has been more than a month since the flu epidemic began, and it has been a matter of alarm that hospitals have always had long platoons of dragons, that a large number of isolation points have been set up in the previous days and that communications and traffic throughout the city continue to be regulated. The situation in Eastern States is also a matter of national concern, and there are fears that the influenza epidemic will continue to spread.

In a suburb not known to the general public, the medical department of the Dongzhou Astronomical and Machinery Administration is more heavily enveloped.

Inside the psychosocial building, a conference room on the tenth floor was cleared out and replaced with a "dreaming room". Forty-six people involved in the dreaming operation were lying on relaxing chairs and connected to a wide range of monitoring instruments, and their EEG, skin resistance, heart rate and other data were being monitored.

After they had a sober dream, the EEG was different, but the crowd at the surveillance center next to them were not sure what was going on.

“Mr. Kang, is this going well?” Yao Shinian asked a middle-aged man, six younger men behind him.

Jiang Mingchang, ordinary looking, slim figure, a simple black suit, but with a deep accumulation of knowledge in his eyes.

They were unexpectedly assisted by NASA and were all members of the Angel School.

In 1925, Professor George-Gammel-Angel, a linguist at Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island, Flag State, received a strange young man. The young man named Wilcox brought Professor Angel a strange shallow clay embossing and told of his strange dreams.

The young man's intention was to ask Professor Angel to decipher the hieroglyphics on the shallow relief, but Professor Angel found some other clues.

With regard to a pagan religion, there was a global outbreak of "collective nightmare mania" in the spring of 1925.

However, the incident was a private investigation and arrangement by Professor Angel, and the maniacs were scattered throughout the country and were not noticed at the time. And there was no newsletter like this in those days, so there was no other information than the clippings that the professor himself had collected.

Professor Angel approached some amazing pagan secrets by studying Wilcox's dream.

But soon after that, Professor Angel died. Although he died at the age of 92 and was thought to have suffered a heart attack, the school had always believed that he had been murdered by the pagan religion, and that the professor had been brutally pushed down the road and fell ill.

Professor Angel's death was not over because his nephew and several students had secretly formed an association, the Angel School.

Faculty continues to teach dreams and pagan studies, and the reason why they act in secret is to avoid the pagan religion, and the fact that such studies go to academia and say, is ridiculous and de-listed. Over the years, schools have passed on generations, and members have grown globally, and Mr. Kang is one of them.

The exact circumstances are also unclear to NASA, as schools still have a lot of secrecy.

However, Mr. Kang not only showed deep research into dreams and dreamworlds, but also had considerable knowledge of the “Lalaire Order”.

They believe that this is the pagan religion they've been studying.

Even this sentence has already been deciphered by them: [Ph 'ngluimglw 'nafhCthulhuR 'lyehwgah 'naglfhtagn]

"In the eternal residence of Lalaire, the sleeping Khuru awaits your dream."

“We call that pagan the Khuru sect.” Mr. Kang told NASA that "these followers worship an ancient existence whose name barely translates into the human pronunciation 'Cthulhu’, which they call ‘the ruler of the old days’. Our study believes that the leader of the Khuru Order is an elderly Huaxia living in the deep mountains, known by exotics as the 'immortal'. The goal of this Order is to awaken Khuru, who sleeps in the city of Lalaire, beneath the sea, and bring it back into the world. ”

This information from the Angel School is consistent with Gu Jun's exploration and speculation.

The school believes that if Khuru is successfully awakened by the wicked, it will be the day of the demise of human civilization.

At this stage, humankind should not think about how to deal with the rulers of old, but how to prevent their arrival, or not be noticed by them.

This coincides with why Gu Jun tried to blow up the path of the alien world.

Mr. Kang, this helps to surprise Grandpa Tong and Yao Shinian, but at the same time, of course, they remain suspicious: their identity, their purpose.

“Through this cooperation, we hope that schools will come out and work with countries around the globe.” Mr. Kang said, "Times are different. Times are about to change completely. He added that this cooperation was his proposition," I am well aware of the dangers of nightmare disease, which we cannot ignore. ”

He said that the Angel school was not a religious organization, but an academic one, and they pursued something different from what the Order pursued.

Scholarships are not omnipotent. After all, they are also a group of ordinary people, only to study this earlier. Neither nightmare disease nor much spell knowledge can be solved, but there is the best way to dream.

Do you believe these people? Based on a lot of strong evidence, NASA chose to control them while doing more evidence and trying.

“There are two kinds of sober dreams, one just immersed in one's own subconscious ocean and the other in fantasy dreams. ”

Mr. Kang put it this way, they call that dream world "fantasy dream.”

“Only a very small number of people have the gift of entering fantasy dreams on their own, and our school has succeeded only a few times, all with coincidences of opportunity. But your situation is different. There are a lot of people who have been in that nightmare. In a short period of time, they can still remain a little inspired. If Gu Jun is anchored again, he is still in that nightmare, and he can respond to the call of the dreamer, maybe he can reach next to him. It takes someone he knows to connect his spirit. ”

After successive discussions, NASA eventually made the decision to try, or Grandpa Thong and Yao Shinian made the decision.

The two of them, neither let the Order succeed, nor let Gu Jun be lost, nor let the situation in Eastern State get any worse.

“There may only be one chance, and the inspiration will be consumed, and the inspiration of these former dreamers will be exhausted and there will be no way to go back in. ”

This time around, the 46 dreamers hope to help Gu Jun and the others. This is a large number of people, but there is little connection.

Everyone is willing to take a double risk, first the authenticity of this Angel school, and secondly the dream book is a vicious risk.

Tick, tick, tick. In the surveillance center, there was noise from the various instruments, and the staff looked quietly at the data on the screens, and suddenly, each dreamer's EEG changed into a completely unreasonable chaotic waveform.

But these figures are very similar to the data that schools provide for dreaming.

“…” Psychology team leader Tang Zhifeng watched as he stayed. Not all people familiar with Gu Jun are dreaming, and most commanders need to stay.

“They went in.” Mr. Kang said that it was difficult to hide some excitement on the face, and the other six young school members were almost ready to raise their voices.

Yao Shinian quietly noticed that if the other party didn't lie, this was the first time the Angel school had been involved in such a massive dream success.

Soon, however, the surveillance data became increasingly confusing and insane, and even Mr. Kang was surprised that they had never seen it.

“What they've been through in their fantasy dreams…” Mr. Kang openly admitted his ignorance, "is something we haven't experienced. ”

Everyone was nervous, and the heart rate of the dreamers was all too fast, some even jumping to extremely dangerous levels, and their facial muscles appeared strangely twisted and sweaty. But Mr. Kang has already said that once you dream, you can't wake them up, otherwise it's even more dangerous.

Not long later, suddenly, someone in the dreamroom woke up screaming, gasping coarsely, “Arjun...” is Uncle Egg.

Then more people woke up, Lin Mo, Yu Xiaoyong, Lu Xianning, they all went through a complete madness, and their faces were all blank.

“Ah-jun, Ah-jun he...” Dr. Shen sounded a little dull, his eyes a little red, but he didn't want to say that situation, maybe not then?

At this point, these early dreamers and CCTV personnel were surprised to see that a blurred shadow suddenly appeared in the middle of this crowded dreamroom, and the space was ripped apart, shaking blurred, forming a crack.

And at this point, in all the surveillance cameras, it's just a bunch of distorted shadows.

Without treating everyone, a figure suddenly jumped out of the crack, fell down, dressed in linen, held something like a book, carried a medical box and a bag of food, it was Wu Shiyu.

She stood for a while, throwing away the medical kit and food without expression, lying on the floor with the book in her arms, sighing and staring at the sky.

Meanwhile, Grandpa Tong, Professor Gu, Cai Zixuan, Wang Ruoxiang and other people most familiar with Gu Jun who had not yet woken up suddenly all woke up.

They seem to be drowning people being pulled ashore, breathing hard, staring around, shocked, nervous, sad...

“Jun, where's Jun? ”

“Is Joon back? ”

“Gu Jun? ”

They shouted, sweeping around, looking for the figure. Gu Jun was dressed in linen. If he was here, it would be very recognizable.

But there was only one shadow of linen in the dreamroom, lying on the ground in the rain of Wu Shi.

“No need to look.” Wu Shiyu said, a little choked, "he didn't come back. ”

She can't feel him here, she can't feel his presence.

Gu Jun is in another world, maybe in a dream world, maybe in heaven.

Anyway, people like him... they're not going to hell, are they? She endured tears, just wondering if silliness was a sin.