Plague Doctor

[My name is Brooks.

The spirit of Yu Chi is connected to feeling the alien projection on the alien baby. Using the psychic barrier technique, the name "Brooks” emerges naturally. It's like reading a diary, and it's like writing it.

Exotic text that appears scattered across the diary.

Some are lines that can be read consistently; others are just broken words, strange, weird, and difficult to know what they mean.

Yu Chi gathered his spirit on those coherent sentences, and there was a sense of illusion shaking in front of him, something that seemed to have happened before, in another world, another time and space.

[Even Dr. Carlop said I should die when I was born.

The more the illusion bursts, the more the anxiety intensifies. Yuchi lets himself try to calm down and touch that dark force.

The Wall of Psychopathy is a self that needs to be built by itself, and now maybe Brooks is a prototype, maybe that's the original story:

I am a deformity, born without a rib, all the organs of the gut are weakly congested... I shake my head no matter which Dr Callup sees, all the medicine they have suggests that I should die. But I survived, not a day, not a year old, I lived long enough...

My parents wanted me to die at birth, but they feared blasphemy - their beloved goddess of life.

All life has value, all life is a precious gift from the goddess of life...

Therefore, even the most deformed and abominable life, life born of sin, must be cherished. No abortion, no infanticide.

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Fear of the gods and blind faith imprisons them, drives them… The more they fear offending the gods, the more careful they are to take care of me… Spend huge sums of money, install external mechanical ribs… Is this love? People say that love is conditional, a beautiful woman doesn't love a deformed person... if love has so many conditions, is that still called love, or is it a gorgeous disguise of other things...

These problems, too many problems, have been haunting me.

Who am I? If I'm not sick, who am I?

Yu Chi's mind twisted in chaos, as if a barrier could not be contained, it would be swallowed up by that unbuilt barrier.

This alien projection is distorting his mind...

Yu Chi's eyes opened to see others standing in front of different insulation boxes, obviously not so smooth, Xianning's eyebrows were wrinkling, and Uncle Egg's face became a little strange... Everyone was fighting their own astronomer projection, no one stopped the action.

And the pillar of the mind is a powerful battle for all.

Yucchi builds a barrier while maintaining a self-conscious sobriety with a mental pillar built up by his love of archaeology.

Magnificent mausoleum, magnificent antiquities, mysterious symbolic graphics...

These loves and pursuits stand steady, deep down in his heart, still distinguishing who is Yuchi, who is Wang Haifeng and who is Brooks.

But it also shook the connection between him and the Books projection, and the illusion flashed. The deformed man who hung a Dr. Callup's body on the broken bell tower, his face hidden in the shadows, became blurred...

Yu Chi bit his teeth and once again gathered his spirit to that sentence:

Who am I? If I'm not sick, who am I?

Brooks?

When I was a kid, I always wondered why it was me. If I wasn't born with full ribs missing, if I was born healthy, I could run like everyone else. I could confess to a girl I liked, and I could have a different life...

But... thinking about this kind of person, if it's me, it's me, the deformed person, Brooks...

If Brooks was born healthy, I wouldn't exist, never existed...

That healthy Books, perhaps full of charm, perhaps despised, perhaps mediocre...

But in his head, he won't have the emotions I have... he won't understand me without my experience. Perhaps he will also treat people like me with contempt, feeling pity, no threat, no caution, powerlessness to fight back, a day when there will never be a beginning, the weak...

So, am I still Brooks? Brooks or me?

No, I understand that it's not... it's a congenital total rib loss that makes me exist. Otherwise, there will be no me. If I am born healthy, I will not cherish my natural health, and if I do not repay my pain, I will not find a way out of it.

Free? Healthy people should hate the pain of disease, but should I, I am nurtured by such pain...

Sickness is my creator.

At this moment, Yu Chi could barely hold back that tumbling dark force, his forehead sweating directly.

This layer of mental barrier is essentially a little cohesive in his mind, every drip is a painful drip, but these are the ones that make up this self, the Books, possibly the Forest Mirror, and other negative choices...

The sentences made up of exotic words emerge more often with more unclear meanings, like muffled thunder in the dark sky of clouds.

Humans cured what?

[Disease, isn't it a sense of dissent in some way...]

[Disease, wouldn't it be easy to separate people, us, you, us, you...]

[A plague can reveal the original form of those who feed themselves on love.

[Why am I so sick?

[Here's joy, there's sadness.

[No solution.

[They fear us, they despise us, they hate us, they want us to disappear. Them, us.

[Twelve pairs of ribs were born with disease. Born with platelets, it's healthy.

[Let the world return to its original face. They hate me, I hate hypocrisy.

Dr. Callup, what have you cured?

[I've noticed you.

[Now you're a negative choice, just like us. You are born of pain, and you feed on misery. This taste will change you, you are no longer what you used to be. In your head, you see yourself, you see other people, it's all corpses, it stinks, it's obvious, it doesn't stink, it's bullying you.

[Hello, Yucci. My name is Brooks Langton, and I'd like to welcome you to Negative Choice Life.

Several mental pillars were suddenly vibrating violently, hurting in the right hand and suddenly uncontrollably pulling away from the baby's forehead.

His right hand is shaking constantly, he feels his fingers are all together, unable to expand comfortably, deformed and concurrent...

He also felt what was in his mind, flipping and flipping, tearing and shattering...

“Captain Yu?” Deng Xie Mai rushed up, and Wu Shiyu made a good old print gesture, even Grandpa Tong and others across the surveillance camera seemed to have felt a chill. The baby peak in the incubator burst into tears.

“I, I… am fine…” Yu Chisha muted, and the mental pillar, although struck out with some slight cracks, was able to stand for the time being.

And there was a wall of mental disorders, built... stupidity, suppressed...

Those sentences were engraved in his head like inscriptions, but he didn't know what they all meant.