Plague Doctor

Rocky Town is about three kilometers from the missing two-way to the southeast, and if it goes further south, it will reach Wharton Town.

320 kilometres is not a short distance away, but in Australia, where the population is sparse, there is almost no other colony between the two towns except the vast desert. Walton Town is further from the coast and alone in the desert, with the exception of passing cars, where Catherine spent her childhood until her family moved to Melbourne at the age of 11.

“My childhood was just like that.” Catherine can't remember anything special, "it's really a very small place, not even a shop. ”

Gu Jun couldn't find out anything. Maybe he should go to Wharton Town to find out if there are any clues.

The good news is that Tom Chen, Sells-Wang, Jeff-Carrus, Annie Ho are all honest, not without surprise, but the temporary arrangements made for him are acceptable. I don't know if it's because his eyes are too harsh or Catherine is too consoling.

It was not an easy night to rest for the ten of them.

Gu Jun slept well. Although the bed in this hotel was old and small, it was the most comfortable he had slept in recently.

The next morning, they were ready to drive to Wharton. Since Catherine and the others drove here, maybe the other three too, should be found near that gas station. Before checking out of the hotel, Gu Jun would like to contact Wu Shiyu again to see if she really didn't “dream” last night.

He also used the desktop in the small room, duh, duh... duh, duh, duh, duh.

“Hello?” Wu Shiyu's voice sounded rather urgent.

Good morning. Good morning. Gu Junmao said, not having begun to condescend the picture, but heard her say in an exaggerated tone that was a hint: “Whatever pervert you are, I am so glad because I just heard a big happy thing! Everybody's so happy. ”

What do you mean? He stunned and tried to receive the transmission signal from her.

Salt Bar... SOS Mayday Pattern... Zombie...

Gu Jun... call for help... Gu Jun is resurrected like a zombie? “I just heard”, "Everybody's so happy”, she wasn't leaked, she was told.

Suddenly a thought flashed. Gu Jun's back got cold. Someone was impersonating him and sending a distress signal to the Sky Machinery Bureau?

Is this the beginning of "The Sky Turmoil”? Or did the bureau notice something, a set-up test for salt rain?

Gu Junxiao was anxious. This communication method was too inefficient to convey a complex meaning. It could also be wrong to guess, and it consumed a lot of mental energy. He may, in turn, expose his existence, perhaps losing an opportunity to clean up the insurgency.

He remembered "Using Dreams to Change” again... that dark shadow, so dreams should be important...

Those system rewards gave bubbles of dreams that had consumed five before to survive nightmare wonders, leaving three. He's not without research these days, but he can't make the audience shadow of walking into the Dream Theatre clear, no matter what bubble.

He doesn't know the audience, he doesn't know what they want, so how do they put on the show?

This has always been a problem that Gu Jun doesn't understand, but now a new idea suddenly emerges: “What if it's a blank dream of lawlessness? ”

Without the contents of a dream, it can be transformed into anything.

It belongs to no one, but can belong to anyone.

“If it is a dream of salt rain, or becomes her dream… a person can be summoned by a dream, if it puts our consciousness in the same space, we can talk directly… the dimension of the dream, the distance is different. ”

Gu Jun thought of this possibility, her mind was a little rushed, just how can she dream?

Try it, if it is truly a dream of powerlessness, it is not drawn from whom, it should take the will of the person concerned to mark a soul.

Otherwise, it's not a dream. It's a nightmare like a nightmare.

At the moment, Gu Jun found two pictures with his phone to pass on. One is a woman meditating and the other is a cartoon saltfish sleeping. I hope she can understand the meaning...

Ten seconds later, "Sit down?” Wu Shiyu said, "When a salted fish? Close your eyes and sleep? ”

Gu Jun passed another smiley face in this direction, as long as it is quietly sensed and received.

When he heard her move the chair, he closed his eyes and opened a dream bubble in his head, fragile but overflowing.

Once again, he felt that he had become the little theater with the dome, ten rows of seats, ten chairs per row, but the theater had become more dilapidated and dull.

He meditated on Wu Shiyu's appearance, calling her, and could still hear her breathing slightly from the microphone. He felt a connection with her. At this time, he opened the wooden door behind the tenth row of seats.

A hazy figure walked in undisturbed, sitting in the middle of the first row, still blurred, unable to distinguish between appearance and gender.

“It's a blank man, a passage.” Gu Junxin thought, the next step is to get the dreams running and let the salt rain fall into his dreams.

He used to have a lot of erosion and not enough mental strength, but now he's much better, especially when his mood is clear and he can do it!

They've talked about dreams before, he knows some dreams of Wu Shiyu, so put one of them on very simple show.

Slowly pulling apart the little stage cover, the whole theater was bright a few points, and the stage suddenly appeared a cloud of marshmallows.

There's a figure lying on the clouds, wrapped in soft, more comfortable fit than the best lazy sofa in the world.

And then the shadow rolled around, and when my mouth wanted to eat, I just chewed the cotton candy next to it, and I ate it again, and I didn't even have to lift my hand. The marshmallows are not just sweet or salty, but have all the flavors of all the food in the world. They don't have to be bitten, they are just inlets...

Gu Jun moved his spirit to make this dream more substantive, calling over and over again: Wu Shiyu, this is your dream! That's you.

He couldn't quite hear the breathing over the phone, but the audience figure sitting in the seat was slowly developing.

The figure became slimmer and the sitting position became paralyzed there, dressed in relaxed home casual clothes with short black hair and a blurred face, but you can almost see it as a beautiful but lazy look. Looks like it really worked...

“Salt rain!” Gu Jun shouted in a hurry. He was in a bit of an excited mood when the theater sounded his voice.

“Hey?” The Rain Shadow of Wu Shi suddenly echoed a spiritual voice, like he was alive.

She stood up, wondering, curious eyes, looking around, looking at the stage again, “Xian Jun? Where are you? ”