Plague Doctor

Is disaster itself sometimes sublime...

Why ask this question, what exactly is this measuring...

Gu Jun looked at the five judges in front of him. The five faces seemed slightly distorted. The air in the judging room also seemed to mix with the smell of rot. He couldn't breathe. The pressure kept rising, rising and rising.

As early as the third day of the intelligence test, after doing the infant and child development scale, Gu Jun realized that this comprehensive review was not that simple.

Aware of the strategy of the jury, he was subjected to internal high pressure, which caused his psychological defense to collapse by himself...

Perhaps this tactic is indeed effective, and after these twelve days, the unrest in his heart is about to break out of prison.

He took a deep breath and said in silence:

“Edmond-Burke believes that what inspires in some way the notion of human suffering and danger, that is, what can be in some way frightening, is a noble source. You should be aware of that, nobility would have appeared at a time when humankind had strong emotions. Fear, on the other hand, is the most primitive and powerful emotion that humans can feel. For example, death, the premature death of celebrities always makes people feel a nobility, and then deification of celebrities who die prematurely.

So you ask me, did disaster inspire me to be noble? I think this is bullshit. Yes, there is. There is a sense of nobility in any catastrophe that is frightening, full of unknowns and beyond control. It's like a catastrophic movie about the theme of the end of the world, and it often produces the theme and the context of recovery. However, don't get me wrong, I feel noble from the catastrophe because of humanity, which does not mean that I like catastrophe, let alone that I want it.

I'm afraid of it, that's why I feel it's sublime. ”

After a sigh of breath, Gu Jun's irritability decreased. Think about Wu Shiyu, think about other relatives and friends, calm down...

The five judges did not interrupt his words or make a statement, but merely stared at him.

After he finished, they didn't say anything, and they paused for a few seconds, and Minghui asked the next question: “In the last two or three years, after you re-engaged with something supernatural, when did you feel that external forces could control your mind? Especially from the alien world? ”

Gu Jun, listen, that unrest comes up again...

As if, seemingly, implicitly, there is another voice speaking:

They want to know if you're you; they want to know if you're actually a puppet; they want to know if there's a line manipulating you that you can't even see for yourself; they want to know if you're a person or something...

They, not only the judges here, but also the superiors, a lot of people, are dissatisfied with your free medical plan for both walks of life...

“No, four points.” Gu Jun's voice has become sand and dumb, seeing that the faces of the five judges are even more distorted, or his own gaze is distorted, “There are a lot of external forces trying to control my thoughts, I have experienced many times... but let me judge for myself, I don't think it has succeeded so far...”

Yeah, you think you're not controlled by any outside force, even affecting your mind.

But how is that possible? In this world, cultures, knowledge, ideologies… everyone is affected.

There is no so-called pure self, absolutely pure blank, the process of shaping self is an affected process...

If the outside force just tells you something that isn't worldly, is it trying to control you? To discover the truth, you need to listen to and think about all kinds of opinions, even if at first you think it's ridiculous...

Many of your guiding principles today were initially considered absurd… Humanity does not possess any immutable ideas…

“Captain Gu, rest for 5 minutes and drink some water.” At this point, Minghui said.

Trials need to be skilled, not pressurized, and sometimes the atmosphere needs to be eased.

Now that Gu Jun's face has become ugly, that look even seems to show hostility and is in line with the principle of pacifying rest.

The previous 12 days, Gu Jun cooperated very well. Answer and rest.

But at the moment, Gu Jun muttered: “No, go ahead. If you want to ask anything, ask..."

Every judge wears headphones, and their actions are directed by the dispatch desk. Perhaps he got the command, and Minghui said, “Okay. Speaking of talent, do you think it's very difficult, very rare, for evil organizations like the Lysen Society, the Lalaire Church, the Great Mystic Church and others to develop a gifted spirit child like you? ”

“Yes.” The lower Gu Jun gets, “5 points. I'm a coincidence, and I'm glad they're so hard to cultivate. ”

“Do you think it's the kind of uniqueness that attracts the attention of Niyala Totippe? ”

Gu Jun's eyebrows twisted and a few blues appeared on his pale face. “Yes, 3 points... I have special characteristics...”

As I speak, there is more and more clarity in my mind about what is really meant by this comprehensive review and what is happening.

Almost all of those five judges' faces were twisted into a vortex.

He flashed in his heart the luxurious scenes of those charitable dinners, flashed across the street stall old man, Cersei trembling stray dog, flashed across the hospital corridor filled with patients calling for help when the New Legion was ill, flashed over his face, Xue Bao's face, flashed over the pieces of negative choice consciousness, flashed over the human alien mantis tree...

These things, they're pulling him, and he feels like he's twisting.

Suddenly at this moment, the sound of Minghui came back, like a sharp blade into his heart, bloody.

“Do you think that because of your descent, the Lei Sheng Society has established a special connection between the Earth world and the alien world, thereby making the extraordinary forces associated with the alien world more active in the Earth world? And thus attract the attention and interest of other dark forces? ”

Gu Jun's heart hurts rapidly and breathlessly, as if it were filled with a million tons of turbidity.

The whites of the sky seem to spin around, indoors, but the cold wind stings.

They are wondering if you have brought disaster, if you have plunged the world into misfortune once...

But is that really all? What makes you so upset...

Are you worried about attracting disaster, or are you worried about losing control, their control...

Gu Jun, you have become unreliable. Even if you have done so much and sacrificed so much, you have become unreliable...

To add sin, there is no excuse... the carnivore is despicable, unable to conspire...

But ask yourselves, are their doubts unreasonable? Are you sure it wasn't you, son of bad luck?

“Captain Gu, please answer this question. ”

Answer, answer, answer, prove yourself, prove it.

“I...” Gu Jun gasped slightly and his lungs became more and more clogged, “I don't know... I really don't know...”

The five judges' faces, all seemed apathetic, and the voice came out of them: “That's between them, please rate them. ”

Suddenly, an unknown flame gushed out of the turmoil and nearly swallowed him up.

“I don't know!” Gu Jun felt shocked and couldn't help but stand up from the chair. "Is that what you're asking these days... so many quizzes, so much time wasted, how much other work could you have done! We don't have that much time to waste here...”

The voice was in a hurry, “Captain Gu, calm down, pay attention to your rational monitoring stone! ”

The people at the judging table stood up, and the operators with guns rushed in from around them, as well as the mysterious magicians.

Reasonable monitoring stone? Gu Jun glanced at the rational monitoring stone worn on his left wrist and seemed to see a red light shining, quickly becoming more intense red light...

Dark forces… or beyond what mortals can understand and control?

Gu Jun, they won't listen to you. As you are now, no one will listen to you, the arrogant, greedy upper, the foolish, cowardly lower... unless you have the strength to make them obey... to make your words powerful...

New Legion Disease is the dawn of a new era and a huge turning point... Human history is the history of war and the history of plague... New Legion Disease will reshape the world...

Bad luck is fair, and the worm of the conqueror does not matter what class it is, whether it is high or dust underground, bad luck can come suddenly.

Differences cause suffering. Differences cause disease. Right choice, negative choice, leveling. Diseases cannot be eliminated without eliminating them.

The world is sick, this civilization is sick...

These ideas, you can disagree, you can change the world with your own ideas, you can have more power.

You hate Niyala Totippe, you hate Saab Nicholas, but the power that exists in the universe, it's not just that...

Don't you realize that your insistence on mortal bodies is just a stubborn inertia?

Insistence for insistence, obscure insistence, numbness insistence...

“Captain Gu, please note that we will make an old mark on you! ”

There was an alarm in the judging room, more and faster footsteps around him, and a team of people had surrounded him with shock guns, rifles, old stones, all of them.

Gu Jun looked at the nervous people around him and seemed to be able to see through them. The dark shadow was behind him.

The whole big room, like melting into another place, doesn't know which space, which dimension.

In the darkness that is spreading, there is a shadow of the way, obscured, shaken, tall, looking at him, talking to him:

“Gu Jun, our old rulers already have a demonic seat ready for you. Above human cognition, there is a greater Orthodoxy. ”