Plague Doctor

Gu Jun finally figured out what the weird feeling has been since he was in the psychiatric hospital, false and empty.

Whether it's the guards in the hospital, the white coats, or the pedestrians on the way out, they seem to be missing their souls. And the roadside houses, which were bright and bright, but seemed empty, he understood, it was just a background.

Gu Jun stood up and actually walked towards the blonde, who was in her twenties, looked good, dressed in a fashionable dress, and was laughing and talking to another woman at the table. He walked to their table, "Hello. ”

“Hello?” the blonde answered in confusion.

“My name is Joon.” Gu Jun said, "Can I know you? What's your name? ”

The woman opposite the woman had a good time, and the blonde smiled softly because she was talked to. “Oh, me... I, I am...”

She stopped wanting to say her name several times, but she couldn't...

Gradually, the blonde shrugged, seemingly aware of the strangeness, what's her name? Who are you?

What's the matter, it's just one name, tell each other, the date wanted to say it on behalf of the friend, but the mouth is also stunned.

What was her name again? What about yourself?

“You can't say.” Gu Jun muttered, "because you don't have a name. ”

Something flashed when both women panicked and others around them were confused.

Gu Jun continued to sit at the dinner table with Hannah. That conversation didn't happen earlier. The blonde was still having a great time with her companions. At this time, they got up and checked out and left. They spoke words that did not know what was going on. If they wanted to listen carefully, they were confused and unable to hear clearly.

He saw Hannah shrugging her shoulders slightly, and the whole restaurant was just him and Hannah remembering.

And the others, the two female clients, they're not characters in this script, they don't have names, they don't have lines.

They are just the scene details of a restaurant scene, and so are the others.

“Dude, tell me.” Hannah asks, "Are we crazy? Or are we awake? ”

“Both.” Gu Jun leaned powerlessly against the back of the chair for a moment, looking out onto the street, looking around.

A scene, someone else is your scene, and you are someone else's scene.

Even in the old world, how much can he be sure? He can meet a thousand different people on the street in a day, see their faces, hear their voices, but he can't recognize any of them. When they left his sight, he could not be sure that they still existed.

I don't know if they ever really existed.

He used to be able to make sure he was within sight, and now he's uncertain about anything.

“I see what you mean.” Gu Jun said to Hannah, "What do you know now? What do you think we should do? ”

“Know nothing more than you.” Hannah dropped the knife and fork in her hand, picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, "I tried everything, killing, setting fire, destroying, nothing changed. People with names are people we know, and if you suddenly walk into a house outside of your itinerary, you can even see people standing there still, rather than dead bodies coming alive. ”

Gu Jun really reminds me of the GTA and other games I've played before. The street people, too, are so stubborn.

Manipulating the master to beat the passers-by half to death, ran out of the way, like nothing had happened.

“Suicide?” He didn't hear Hannah say that, “did he try? ”

“You know how it ends in The King of Yellow Clothes.” Hannah dropped her napkin and called the waiter to settle the bill, "Suicide is a very stylish ending, isn't it? I never tried to commit suicide, but I tried to cut my finger off, and then, suddenly, there were no marks. ”

She lifted her right index finger, intact.

Gu Jun frowned and was a little confused.

If you don't get answers from these passers-by, background people, and acquaintances with names...

Isn't suicide the last thing you can do? Or something else. He took an ax and cut Hannah off.

I was going to break the lock, but then things didn't fix, because that was the end, and Jim Mazerwich went crazy and cut his sister to death.

This is a typical "King of Yellow" ending.

“What about King Yellow?” Gu Jun wants to see the original, “the one that made us go crazy and wake up. ”

“In the big library.” Hannah said, "The university knows about your acute mental disorder. Our university is always a little mysterious. The university has locked the book away and has banned students from reading it. I can only see it because I'm your sister, a journalist, or a graduate of Meida. ”

“Then let's go to the big one.” Gu Jun, get up. "Now go. Is the library still open? ”

“It depends on the story to keep us from going, and if it's arranged like this, the door opens in the middle of the night, and if it's not, we can't go.” She can tell.

Gu Jun took a deep breath. At the time of the psychiatric hospital, he did not feel such a tight bondage.

Although he was locked up in that little ward most of the time, he now feels free by contrast.

Why did James go to a mental hospital? Are you out of your mind? Or are you going in there on purpose?

“Where are my notes?” Gu Jun asked again, "You took it. ”

“No,” Hannah said, "you burned it all yourself, screaming wildly as you burned it, 'Burn the text, destroy it! Don't let them rule. No! ’ ”

The waiter came over, and she settled the bill, and tipped, “Come on, dinner's over, see where we're going and what we're going to do. ”

Dominated by words, Gu Jun pondered, or dominated by fate.

A man knew his destiny and made every effort he could, but only discovered that history kept repeating itself, and that tragedy had finally come.

And then...

In response to this question, Gu Jun set his mind on the altar space long ago, and then went to challenge him to know that he couldn't do anything about it.

Every drowning human being, before he dies, struggles to die.

So, this is what happened to Nayalatotip, and he fell on him, ridiculed him, and saw what he could do against destiny? It's destiny?

Suddenly, Gu Jun seemed to hear Mr. Wilder's strange voice again.

Really, is that so... or the fate of King Yellow...