Plague Doctor

Gu Jun went back to his hotel suite, and after washing up, it was 22: 40 when he lay on the bed in the bedroom, which was 10 minutes longer than the stopwatch, which was acceptable.

He gave Wu a good night's rain with his phone and saw her reply before putting it in the nightstand and turning off the lights in the bedroom.

I really don't know how many good nights I said to Salt Rain tonight... Gu Jun smiled, closed his eyes, adjusted his breath smoothly, left his mind empty, go to sleep, go to the beach tomorrow, although I can't see the swimsuit in the winter, there must be a lot of fun...

Half a mile later, his nerves gradually relaxed and his consciousness tended to calm, and some of today's scenes appeared silently in front of him.

This is... about to go to sleep...

Suddenly, Gu Jun's head shook violently.

In the past, it was just a recurrence of the nerve relaxation, and he would fall asleep a few times at most.

But now this swing made Gu Jun feel a little strange. His mind suddenly burst with agitation, abnormal power, PTSD, and increased alertness... He took a few deep breaths and tried to keep these confused thoughts under pressure, but eventually he had to open his eyes.

He lay still, just slightly turned his eyes and looked around, dark in the bedroom.

The city lights coming in through the windows make the wardrobe, bedside table, etc. a little blurry, but no one, no ancestors, nothing.

But Gu Jun grew cold. It just felt like someone was looking at him. It felt like he wasn't the only one here...

It is unlikely to be broken in because he is, after all, a special person, the VIP protection team of the Shenhai Astronomical Agency's Operations Department is outside the suite, and the hotel cooperates with the Astronomical Agency quite a bit. Before that, he didn't find anybody anywhere.

Gu Jun's eyes finally landed on the wall wooden wardrobe to the right of the big bed. Is it possible to hide it inside?

He looked around again, counted, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, suddenly got up and jumped out of the bed and rushed out of the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Then he immediately called the two guards outside with his cell phone and called them in. Gao Haozawa and Lin Ziyong were all bright and strong men, wearing black suits, like regular star bodyguards, but all wore live ammunition, and were especially wearing sensible monitoring stones, and learned to make old stamps of spirit.

Both are elite personnel, as are the other eight members of the Protection Corps.

“Dr. Gu, what can I do for you?” Captain Kozawa spoke respectfully. Although Gu Jun was younger than him, he was a true combat hero.

“I suspect there's someone in the room.” Gu Jun said seriously, "probably hiding in the closet. ”

Gao Hao Ze and Lin Ziyong were shocked, immediately and seriously aroused a twelve point spirit, and were somewhat angry and disappointed in themselves.

How do you look at the elevators, stairs, hallways, etc. that people don't notice? This is a very small thing, and if it's true, it's their gross negligence. The VIP protection team's job is not to disturb VIPs, but to pinch all dangers to the forehead.

Now Dr. Gu says there's someone in there...

Dr. Gu, Gu Jun.

Everyone now knows that if Gu Jun says something is wrong, it is basically something. At least that was Gu Jun before.

Hostilities against Gu Jun must not be simple. If there is someone in there, it cannot be just a little thief or fanatic.

Therefore, Kozawa immediately called for backup, and several other personnel who were assigned to serve in the adjacent suite arrived quickly. Once they were ready, and Gu Jun thought they could move, they carried automatic rifles and stormed into the bedroom with flushing tactics, approaching any place where people might be hiding, such as the closet and the bottom of the bed.

But there's nobody in the closet, under the queen bed... not even a cockroach.

Gu Jun's wrinkled eyebrows still couldn't be loosened, but he couldn't be sure if that feeling was correct, because now it's faded again.

“Captain Gao, I'm probably nervous.” He sighed, "A strange place, probably not used to sleeping. ”

Though he said that, Kozawa, they went through the room carefully, not only in the suite, but also on the rooftop of the building, and revisited some surveillance footage. No sign of anyone breaking into the suite was found, and it was very clean.

The skeptics of this astronomical hero were not complained about and understood.

None of them are from Mixed Sky Machinery on the first day. VIP protection teams are mobile contingents within the Department of Operations, so they are not familiar with this suspicious ghost, and they sometimes do so themselves, let alone their low-S colleagues with PTSD situations, who have worked together and have seen it.

Therefore, they did not fully understand what happened to Gu Jun, but from the precautions given above, they knew that he could not be stimulated for the time being.

Gao Hao Ze asked the team members to leave before reporting: "Doctor Gu, you can rest in peace here, we will keep you safe. ”

“Okay... please.” Gu Jun nodded. Captain Gao feared that his self-esteem would be frustrated. In fact, he didn't mind discussing the situation with everyone.

But after sending the captain out of the suite, he went back to his bedroom and sat by the bed, a little confused for a while.

“Are my PTSD symptoms increasing?” He thought, knowing that this was possible, was what Dr. Shen and they were worried about, "Increased alertness: hyperawareness, increased surprise response, distraction, provocative behavior and outbursts of anger, self-destructive behavior, sleep disturbances in some patients. ”

Gu Junlan mumbled over the clinical manifestation of increased vigilance in textbooks, which completely explains his dissent and vigilance.

Is that so? Gu Jun lay on the queen bed, looked at the ceiling, and took a long breath.

He's not emotionally disturbed. Sleep disturbances aren't much for now, but he's over-aware...

“I already have paranoia... salt rain, some miss you...”

Gu Jun slept well again, covered his quilt, closed his eyes slowly. After some time, he was just about to fall asleep. His head suddenly shook again.

That kind of disconcerting appeared again, this time he didn't open his eyes, his breathing became a little heavy, and he was getting a little angry... irritable?

“Who is it?” asked Gu Jun in his heart. “Who is it? Psychogenesis? Signals, rituals? Who is it?”

A lot of people with mental disorders don't think they have mental disorders, but anyway, he doesn't really consider himself a PTSD episode right now.

Just thinking about those unusual things, his head started to ache, the pain was rapidly intensifying...

“What are you trying to say? What are you trying to tell me?” Gu Jun opened his eyes and endured pain and anger, but knew he couldn't last long. If he did, he would have a seizure. But he does seem to hear a little noise, buzzing sand, sounding like an illusion...

He wrinkled his eyes again, gazed at God, and tried to hear it better, like, implicitly, like... it was like talking...

“If you can hear... we... are good people...”