Plague Doctor

Beep, beep...

Gu Jun heard the noisy car horn, and the driver scolded him: “Suddenly rush out of the street to die! Go away, go away! ”

Suddenly, as the tape recorder continued to play, there was another light flashing in front of him, and he quickly regained a clear view, only to see himself in the middle of the road, parked a car in front of him, scolded the driver man, scolded in Chinese...

Gu Jun looked around, tall buildings linli, Chinese shop sign on the street, pedestrians often come and go, familiar domestic modern style, back.

He took a long breath, came back, came back safely.

“Excuse me.” When he spoke to the driver, he watched the traffic and went to the street next to him.

The stiffness of the muscles and the severe pain in the head are gone. Although the spirit is consumed, it feels better on the texture. It seems to really cross the path to digesting that new force. Perhaps it is no longer a big problem to be involved now.

Gu Jun wants to go to a store on the street. Contact the bureau immediately. All newly obtained information needs attention.

This is a tobacco, alcohol, and grocery store with a middle-aged fat man sitting behind the counter watching short videos on his cell phone and a few customers shopping by the shelf.

As soon as he walked in, everyone looked at him.

Not surprisingly, Gu Jun now has a dirty and stinky body and two bloodstained gauzes around his shoulders and abdomen.

And his face revealed that they might have known him, after all, he often appeared in various media.

After entering the store, he first looked at the Yellow Calendar hanging on the wall, March 10, 2022.

The day he left was 21 February… half a month later.

Good thing the boss looks laid back. Nothing's wrong with the world.

“Boss, hello.” Gu Jun said hello to Fatty's boss, "I called Gu Jun, and I made a phone call. Do you know the station? I'm going to contact the astronomical station, and there's going to be a convoy, a lot of people, but don't be nervous, there's nothing wrong here.” He's also telling other customers.

“Huh?” The fat boss looked at him with a vigilant eye, "Who are you?” Other customers don't know either, so.

Gu Jun shrugged, “Gu Jun, you can search the Internet.” This boss doesn't usually watch the news?

“You?” The boss's fat face squeezed out the wrinkles confusingly, "Are you a net red? ”

“Sort of.” Gu Jun picked up the seat on the counter and dialed the hotline of the station, but prompted to dial an empty number... wrong press? He called again, or this way, his heart was heavy, and he turned to Wu Shiyu's phone, and after a few beeps, he turned on, and a female voice came out: “Hello? ”

“Salt rain, me!” He paused, “I came back. ”

But he flashed a little confused. No, no, that's not Wu Shi's lazy voice...

“Did you make a mistake?” The woman on the other end of the phone did say. Gu Jun questioned: “I'm looking for Wu Shiyu. Isn't this her phone?” And the woman said, "I don't know what you're talking about. This is my number. You've got the wrong number.” The call was hung up. Gu Jun called again, or "Wrong number...”

He then dialed Grandpa's phone, wrong number; he dialed Cai Zixuan's phone, wrong number.

Gu Junlan, there is an idea that springs to mind, an idea that already exists.

“Brother, how many calls have you made?” Fatty boss dissatisfied, "don't you want to pay first...”

“Boss, can I borrow your phone?” He asked, "I checked something. ”

Fatty boss suddenly felt like he saw through the person in front of him, of course he refused to borrow it, “Go away! Don't mess with me. I called the police. ”

“Sorry, I just borrowed it!” It was serious, Gu Jun had to grab it. The shop owner screamed to rob it. The customers came around to reprimand him but didn't do anything. After all, the other party was a strong man, "bro, isn't that bad?” 'I've called the police. ”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry...” Gu Jun apologized, while searching the internet with his phone, his eyes widened. No, no sky station, no Gu Jun, no Wu Shiyu, no celebrities, none.

But there are some historical characters, but this is modern, modern, different, as if everyone had changed.

Gu Jun gave the phone back to the boss and looked at the car dragon outside the store. It buzzed in his ear, but it was confirmed.

Parallel world, this is parallel world.

The world of waste before, the world of Massachusetts, not just at different points in time, but in different spaces, which should also be parallel worlds.

“But…” the ideas in his mind became a mess, how many parallel worlds? Countless? What is the relationship between them?

Can we go to fantasy dreams? Another dream, or the same dream?

Can we travel through these different worlds through fantasy dreams?

The world should also have an astronomical station, which may not be called, but there's this organization, and there's FBM, and so on. However, none of these organizations are yet open to the world. There have been no new regimental diseases on this side, and there are no Bad Fate sons born spiritual children on this side. Is there a Lalaire sect, is there a Lalaire?

The more Gu Jun thinks about it, the more confused he is. Those evil believers believe in the "rulers of the old days”, as well as the devils of the great fate, the son of bad fortune...

Not every parallel world should have one, not like that.

He doesn't have Innsmouth, Arkham, but there's another world...

At this time, several sheriffs walked into the store and interrupted Gu Jun's messy thoughts.

“This guy grabbed a cell phone!” The fat boss is eager to point to KUK Jun, and several customers can testify.

“I was borrowing it.” Gu Jun apologized again. He didn't want to land in a box again. He needed some time to sort things out and need to investigate.

Although it is a different world, the policemen here also use and thin mud as the main working guidelines. That's the small thing, the cell phone was not grabbed, and the attitude was good. They just educated the young man, “Good hands, good feet, why not? ”

“Yes, the police uncle is right.” Gu Jun really agrees.

After the sheriff left, Gu Jun also left the grocery store, walked on the street and frowned.

I don't have an ID here, I don't know anyone, I don't have any money, I have to find a way to make some money to buy a cell phone first.

He was walking a hundred meters or two down the street, and suddenly he noticed a man staring at him.

Gu Jun stopped, already developed an eyesight. The other party is not like ordinary people, like in the abnormal circle of things...

It was a man in his early thirties, perhaps younger, only to be old with his fluttering beard, his dark circles, his lean eyelids. The taller the man, the shorter he was, the more he looked at him, the weirder his eyes... fanaticism.

“Hello?” Gu Jun asked, quietly alerting him. Is he an official or a member of an evil organization?

“Haha, are you hallucinating...” the man muttered, “Not hallucinating? Are you really there? I may have gone mad, but I always thought I wasn't crazy, I was crazy, I was crazy... I saw you from the illusion, I've seen you many times, a long time ago, you're a doctor, you've dissected a corpse ghost, you've dug a parasite... You show up, you show up suddenly, you finally show up, that's right, you exist... I'm not crazy... I'm right...”

The more excited a man gets, "You're the one I'm delusional to see! ”