Plague Doctor

The starry night sky covers this mountainous forest of Lenin City, and the stars look no different from the world of planets.

The cold wind came from outside the top of the mountain. Gu Jun felt a little cold. The lights lit up the hazy mountain view, but could not see through the hidden strangeness. If multiple worlds coincide, where will it start? Is it a mountain or a sea?

He turned around and walked back and continued to arrange the place with Yucci.

This hilltop is not yet open to tourists, roads and guardrail facilities have not been repaired, the cars could not have come by and they had to get out of the car and remove the roadblock before they could get through. And that's why there's no one here, not the star watchers, not the night campers.

They set up a few poles on the mountain, tied up with rope, like a drying rack, but hung on a painting, fixed with a clip.

These are not printed drawings. Each one is drawn by a person. There have been experiments before Yucchi. Gu Jun has also thought about this. Real paintings seem to have more power to receive signals. Between the night breezes, the paintings kept swinging, and this hilltop was arranged like a gallery.

“Captain Gu, look at us...” Yucci used a triangle to set up a digital camera, turn it on, and record what happened here.

Gu Jun looked at the camera screen, REC, 00: 01: 23.50, no problem. Next to Yucci, he turned on the vintage tape recorder, playing white noise, the sound of sand, mixed in the wind, tree dragging, insect ringing.

Because he didn't know what was going to happen, Gu Jun did not tie himself to a bamboo pole, but maintained his mobility.

If that symbolic gravitational pull appears and the situation is incorrect, they immediately interrupt, hoping to interrupt.

The most distressing thing about this is that they can't get help from other people, but they're in a special PTSD state, and they can't say that they'll be able to control themselves.

Such attempts are risky, but now there is no way. Their gathering is not a coincidence. Something must be happening.

“Captain Yu, let's get started. ”

“Ok... ok...”

They walked into the middle surrounded by drawing shelves, also in front of the camera lens, listened quietly to the white noise, looked at the pictures that swayed with the wind, watercolors, paintings, ink paintings, pencil paintings… each sensing what was around them.

They do not work as well together as they do to establish spiritual connections, they are not familiar enough and their ability to be triggered by symbols varies.

But when they get together like this, will the signal increase?

Gu Jun looked at that swinging picture, there were landscape paintings, there were animals, there were people like... white noise, night sky stars, mountain forests, cameras... After more than a decade, suddenly, he seemed to have a little bit of a strange feeling.

Almost at this time, Yu Chi was a little excited: “It seems, as if it's coming...”

At this point, Gu Jun was more certain that it wasn't his illusion. Looking around, those paintings seemed to become more vivid, while the stars in the night sky seemed brighter. This space seemed a little different.

He also started having headaches, but he wasn't so strong that he could stand it. If this is a necessary physical reaction, then come...

The white noise from the recorder suddenly stopped, the tape clicked and stuck, but they didn't wait for two people to do anything, so they heard the otherwise silent tape broadcast a smooth and thick male voice: “If you can hear this signal... we... are good people...”

Gu Junton's mind was vibrant when he received it. He was already familiar with the phrase, but now he has a few more words, “this signal”!

“Ah...” Yu Chi couldn't help but make an exciting hiss, with a fluttering beard, almost jumping at the recorder.

Signal boosted, right here. Signal boosted.

“Please don't tell anyone about the signal… attenuate the signal… When you hear the signal, your world… dimension… we… help… this symbol can make you…”

Listen to this clearer signal content, Gu Jun is excited and heartbroken. How about "Your World”? Is that what they're guessing?

“We have to respond, we have to respond…” Yu Chi mumbled almost insanely, "Captain Gu, can the signal come over, there is a transmission path, then there is an opportunity to pass, is that symbol used to connect us? We're going to try to control it, control it..."

Gu Jun also knows that time is running out, not always a chance, the opportunity has to be seized.

He held on to the pain and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see the split crossword in all the pictures around him.

Light, white light. And then they noticed another new situation, where there was a faint yellow circle between the four lines, like there was something connected. Is it because of the two of them or something?

At the same time, Gu Jun felt that there was something going on in his mind. It was the chaos formed by that broken force...

There was a familiar suction that grew, but he tried to control his general alienation and stood firmly here. It was not over yet and could not be crossed.

If crossing is not necessarily going back to the astronomical world, it may be another world, or the wasteland world, just in the nuclear blast zone... so don't wander around until you can control your destination...

“Captain Gu, let's try to respond!” Yu Qiqi said, “This will expose us and our world to each other, but didn't we walk by symbols to this day, we are not crazy, we need help, worth trying, be careful, but try, try...”

Gu Jun took a deep breath and nodded.

This signal was not made by the Phantom Witch, it felt different.

Besides, this discomfort is not dark erosion, he feels more spiritual after digestion, so it's worth a try.

But it's still possible, it's a trap...

Now, they look at the gloomy, dark mountain forests around them, and they look somewhere, and they don't know whether to say to the tape recorder, or to the night and the stars, "We hear the signal! Do you copy? We heard you, do you copy? ”

Sasha, the tape sound of the recorder changes between the white noise and the man's signal sound, and this instability distorts the sound.

Clicks, clicks, tapes like stuck, pauses, plays again, pauses, that sound gets blurred, dull, weird.

The night breeze was bigger, and those pictures that were sandwiched on the rope were almost blown away.

All of a sudden, Gu Jun heard it and Yu Chi heard it. The sound on the tape recorder said: “Hello... we can get it...”