Plague Doctor

On this evil video, NASA communicated with FBM, and the answer was that the location of the original uploader was still being traced.

What exactly does that video mean? What's the point? Provoke or declare war?

After watching this video, Gu Jun had a sore throat. The danger was imminent, but it was unclear what it was.

“I want to talk to Deng Xie Mai again.” He told Grandpa and them that the breakthrough should not be left on hold.

Deng Ximai is still being held at the base of the Ministry of Spells, where the operatives escort him to the foot of the mountain forest beside the base, or the two of them meet alone. Gu Jun grabbed something and left the medical building. He went to this meeting place. By the time he arrived, Deng Ximai had arrived.

She stood beside the dark woods at the foot of the mountain, still calm.

The guards are at a distance from the two men. In fact, there are surveillance cameras and outposts everywhere. You can't escape.

“Miss Deng, here are some suicides notes.” Gu Jun handed her a pile of suicides, “were the suicides of those who died in the plague of the New Legion. ”

Deng Xie looked at him and reached for it.

In those two days, she had been given access to new information about the plague.

“More than 2 million people die globally.” Gu Jun sighed, "If every deceased wrote a suicide note and put it here, it could flood us like a flood. I don't know what you'd think, but I kindly ask you to reconsider the situation, if you're going to do your part. ”

Dengxie Maimei read a suicide note and then the next one.

She looked at the three suicides note and her eyes gradually changed. “Before I came out, I saw that video, which could be the beginning of a sacrificial ceremony...”

“Miss Deng.” Gu Jun called her, more importantly whether she was credible or not, "can you tell me all these things from scratch? ”

Deng Xie Rose looked at the night of the Dark Monk and paused for a while. Finally, there was a certain resoluteness in the voice: “Yes. After that, I might just go crazy and never recover, so the rest... good luck. ”

“What do you mean?” Gu Jun frowned and asked. She was very serious and sincere.

“Gu Jun.” Deng Xie Mai didn't look at him, his voice was getting stiff, "you were the only one who left. For so many years, you were the only one who left. ”

Gu Jun's heart was cold. “You mean..."

“The Wall of Psychopathy.” Deng Ximai suddenly said a spell-like word, and she walked forward, her long black hair being blown up by the night wind.

“Once upon a time there was a girl who had been locked up in a cage since childhood.” Every day, "she said," you do something you don't want to do. But the girl understood a different kind of psychology technology, and by imagining many things for herself, imagining another life, she built a mental barrier so that she wouldn't go mad. ”

Gu Jun understood, suddenly only felt the night breeze was colder. The trees around him in the early autumn were desolate.

What Deng Ximai said about being taken away by his parents as a child, and then wandering the wild for years, was just a mental barrier, a bubble of dreams created by himself.

Once you want her to be completely honest about her true experience, you want her to face her true self...

Sometimes the hardest thing to face is yourself.

If that mental barrier breaks down, she could end up in a mental disorder because of her reality, that is, madness and confusion.

“Then let's take it slow.” Gu Jun exhaled, not entirely believing in her, reluctant to possibly push the girl to a halt.

“No, you listen.” Deng Xie Mai has made up his mind, “it is a good season to die. ”

“Wait!” Gu Jun shouted at her again. Did he think of anything, “I might have another way. ”

In addition to that dream of Zukogiri, he also had a blank dream that he wanted to connect with Wu Shiyu. There was often a need to talk to Salt Rain at work and in life. But there is no other way, and in dreams, he can tell the truth from Deng Xiaomei.

At this time, Gu Jun gave Deng Xie Mai a general explanation and asked her a beautiful dream.

“Dreams?” Deng Xie Mai sighed halfway, "between the mountains, all the flowers of the four seasons, all bloom at the same time. ”

“No problem, anything in a dream can happen.” Gu Jun shook her hand and closed his eyes. He is not afraid of what she does, there are snipers in the distance, and his consciousness is not completely unprotected...

Perhaps there is a special connection between the spiritual children, and he gave Deng Xiaomai a smooth process to build this dream.

Soon, in that shattered little theater, the only spectator fiction in the audience turned into a tall, skinny woman.

Dengxiai Mai looked around, looked at the stage and looked slightly strange.

“Miss Deng, can you feel it?” Gu Jun said, the voice just rang in the theater, "Here you can make your consciousness independent, the perceived impact has become smaller, it can be said to be another kind of mental barrier. Say what you want, and stop when you're uncomfortable. I don't want to see you go crazy. ”

“… hmm.” Deng Xie Mai nodded after a moment of silence, and his clear face became disoriented as he began to flinch his mind.

Here, Gu Jun can clearly feel her flashness and stubbornness. What has she been through...

Deng Xie looked at the flowers that were supposed to be on the stage in different seasons and spoke slowly.

She seemed to be telling him, like telling those flowers, like telling herself that she was hiding in a mental barrier.

“My name is Deng Xiaomei, and I've been in the den of thieves since I remember.

I'm a spirit boy, and I'm surrounded by spiritual children. We didn't know what to do at the time. Thieves let us do what we want. Because spiritual children's experiments are full of uncertainty, they were not prepared from the outset to see spiritual children as the core of the future, but as a tool for their pressing and sacrificing.

Not every spiritual child is a success, and success has a certain degree of success. You are the most successful one, and I am not irrelevant.

You gave them words, I learned them, I gave them stories.

As a child, I had this gift to write poems and novels that existed in that world, which helped them to recover an ancient civilization.

We knew each other when we were little, especially well, and promised a lot of children.

If you want to come now, you don't count.

Shortly after you left, when I was less than seven years old, I was taken to the mountains, trapped there, feeling nature with all my heart, using isolation to prolong the inspiration of spiritual children, and they wanted me to write more stories. I don't hate nature, but I hate those people.

My parents... those two are my parents by blood. But spiritual children all have a different identity, so I also have a name, "Lygia." “Miss Lygia," that's what my parents usually call me. In fact, I've only seen them a few times over the years.

The older I get, the more I see, the more I doubt what those people do, whether their malice, their madness, their harm to others… really makes sense.

But I hid all these thoughts, and I didn't let them notice a thing, and I didn't tell them about the mental barriers, and I protected myself.

But because I haven't been able to come up with new stories in a long time, the ordinary stories I've made myself are useless. Last year, they wanted to try to get into my head and scrape it and see what else was valuable. They sent my parents to do it.

Because those two people and I are related, and they have the most special spiritual connections, and they're the ones who can do this.

They asked my parents to take me on a 'vacation', which is actually walking to another mountain forest, trying to use separate spaces and intimate relationships to strengthen connectivity.

That night, I didn't know it would end up like that... ”

Speaking of which, Deng Xiaomai's heart was obviously devastated, the theatre spread from her feet, the fine cracks on the floor, quickly filled this little theatre, the flowers on stage were withering, and the whole dream bubble began to shake violently.

Gu Jun hastily told her not to say it yet, because he could feel her saying it was true, it was all true.

Had it not been for the dreams, the pain and distortion just now would have been enough to break down her mental barrier and devour her will.

But this collapse may take just one more crack, let alone a stormy blow.

He knew what was going to happen that night.

However, Deng Xi Mai continued to say that his face became more and more strange, painful, sad, cold, happy, liberating... all mixed together.

“They were nice at first, and I seemed to have a crush on them. But soon, when we started that game of connectivity, their malice was revealed. They want to use spells to push my spirit all the way to darkness, so maybe I can think of more useful stories...

And that's when I went over some of the information in their minds, the NASA, the contact points, and the latitude and longitude coordinates that I figured out a few days ago.

They were going to push me into the dark, and my mental barrier saved me, and I didn't fall into the madness of God, and then I had a decision.

It wasn't a sudden impulse, it wasn't a sudden mess, it was something I thought about for a long time, and I thought about everything I knew before I did it.

I killed my parents with the rope they were going to use to tie hammocks to trees, and then I hung them up.

And then I got out of there, and I ran out of that mountain forest, and I ran all the way to the Sky Machinery Station, and I ran to my new life. ”