Plague Doctor

Doo, doo...

Gu Jun listened to the hanging noise from the microphone. It was a little helpless. Can't it really work?

He turned to the customers at the store, to see them pointing a little ink in front of the TV screen, to see Catherine, who was talking about her phone not far away, and Tom and she had been missing for more than a dozen days, and now he was calling the family to make sure they didn't have to look for her again.

“What should I do?” Gu Jun just put the microphone down and suddenly thought, "No, Xianyu just remembered me. I thought clearly.

There are two possibilities, one is that she naturally remembers, but the special training was a long time ago, they said so much to each other every day for a month, he couldn't even remember himself, but the salt rain suddenly remembered? Kind of a coincidence, isn't it?

Another possibility is that this is the result of the sensing itself!

“Is it because of the cry in my heart that she remembers this?” Gu Jun's head was blown, there is a possibility, there is a possibility.

He looked around again, after all, how noisy the people were, which could have an impact on his spirit and on this connection, reducing the effect.

“Catherine.” Gu Jun summoned and waited for Catherine to call him back. "Take us to the nearest hotel to be quiet. ”

In addition to contacting Wu Shiyu, he will also deal with the four Ink Qing people, who he intends to hypnotize to guide their original personality.

“OK.” Catherine said, "It's time to take a break from walking in the desert.

Before she left, she went to the fast food counter to buy some food, especially five big cold coke glasses, one for each person, and she said, "Guys, drink this. This stuff is definitely going to make you all love it.” She bit the straw and drank a large sip, and Peacock suddenly shook: “Ah, this is...”

Ink green, gold columns, they all doubted their cup, gold columns almost sprayed out, water balls wrinkled face, stone amber cough, this taste is more exciting than Deras-Lynn's rye wine, not spicy, but it feels so special...

“This is happy water, welcome to the Golden Age.” Gu Jun also had a big sip. He used to drink a Coke every time he came out of surgery.

Now it's like the rest of the world.

After leaving the convenience store, they walked past the nearest hotel, as the two-compartment Ford could not squeeze six people and a stone.

This is an ordinary town, but because it is a relay station to the coast, there are also shops and hotels.

On the way through a clothing store, Catherine took the crowd in and swiped a credit card to buy everyone a suitable set of casual clothes. When we arrived at this classic hotel, which was also two stories tall, Catherine checked in the whole time, asking for two rooms, one small and one large, according to the Nightmare Man's will, all registered with her ID.

Thanks to the small store with no business, the old lady's reception is not strictly demanding of them, just tell them not to do anything.

The loud water sounded in the bathroom, and the shower sprinkler sprinkled warm fresh water, taking away the dirt from the body.

Gu Jun took a good bath, and although his mental erosion was still as high as 24.68% - he lost only 0.1% of his time stealing space to do some common and difficult tasks in the system, his spirit was much better. The vines on my feet are all dead, there are only skin wounds left, but my body and face are covered with scars of purple red...

When he looked at the man in the mirror, he still felt strange. The more he looked at it, the more agitated he felt... Is that it? Is it possible to recover?

However, this is not the time to burn eyebrows.

He wore this new suit, a long-sleeved T-shirt and khaki pants, and tied his middle-born hair with a belt and walked out of the bathroom.

Catherine and others are in this suite, and the earth wanderers already know what a nightmare looks like, but Catherine sees it for the first time and looks stunned.

“I'm sorry...” she shook her head and hurried to apologize: “I didn't mean it, I was just... unexpected. ”

“Nothing.” Gu Jun smiled at her, “I used to be handsome, just a little silly. Now there's nothing left but foolishness. ”

He asked Catherine to take care of the group and teach them to clean up, while he went back to the little room without a private bathroom to do something else.

Upon returning to this simple wooden floor bedroom, Gu Jun sat down next to the bedside table with an old black desk.

He recalled his feelings at the time of the spiritual dialogue and during the chaos when he suspected of hearing Wu Shi's Rain speech, until his mind seemed to have burst into a slight ripple.

“Salt rain, you gotta be smart.” He spoke to himself, picked up the phone microphone, and called her again, Doo, Doo...

Dap, the call is back on, "Hello?” Lazy women's voices came out and the tone remained almost unchanged.

“…” Gu Jun continued not to speak, his eyes closed this time, silently sensing in the dark, his heart said: Wu Shiyu, Xianyu, Tamilian! Did you hear that? Me, Gu Jun, I'm not dead, I'm back!

After more than a decade of this, the microphone heard her beating, “Who, anyone? ”

Gu Jun had to make his breath slightly louder, indicating that someone existed. He said: Gu Jun, Gu Jun, Gu Jun...

“Pervert?” Wu Shiyu is in arrears, "Alas, you continue, anyway, you called, wasting not my speech fee. ”

Gu Jun was in a bit of a hurry, heard some loud TV sounds, and chewed chips. This guy clearly stated that he was eating chips while Ge Yu was paralyzed while soaking episodes... If she died sleeping, would the reason really be dreaming? Instead of lack of exercise and excessive obesity and myocardial infarction?

How could she be so idle? He flashed a thought. This guy didn't really apply for a transfer to the recreation department, did he?

There was another burping sound from Wu Shiyu on the microphone.

Gu Jun still tried to call her, or didn't succeed, but suddenly he wanted to watch TV? Maybe not to let her hear, but to see. The transmission of the sound of the mind was successful once, but the picture was transmitted, and they ended up with a hundred rounds of training.

“Try pictures, it's easier than words. ”

He thought about it and hung up, picked up Tom's phone, went online and looked for a picture of Salt Bud, and firmly believed: I had a different spiritual connection to this saltfish, and that mental conversation might have left a loop, which was nothing!

He began to stare at the screen of his phone, passing pictures to her, as he had done hundreds of times during training around the world.

A few more seconds later, all of a sudden, Gu Jun heard Wu Shiyu sounding suspicious: “A little... this salty taste? ”

Effective! He was happy, but immediately pressed these emotions, distracted himself, and continued to transmit another picture, a scalpel.

The TV was turned down, Wu Shiyu apparently picked up her phone again, and her voice became very close: “Xian Jun? ”