Plague Doctor

“The plague is coming, the plague is coming...”

The sunset had just fallen from the sky. In Zhou Hao Rui's heart, a voice kept ringing, and desolation and madness came to mind.

The crow mark on his right wrist also began to fever slightly, with a hint of indescribable pain.

Had it not been for this mark, he might have thought that what happened that night was all a nightmare, that he was really just bone hyperplasia, that the unwavering voice was some kind of hallucination, that he had been under a lot of stress lately, and that he was having some neurological problems.

“Ho Rui, what's wrong?” Next to Wei Ziyang questioned.

Dahua Polytechnic's dining room was busy, Zhou Hao Rui and Sumitomo Wei Ziyang and Wang Jiaqi were at a dinner table, and Li Hui's guy had never been very good with them. Wei Ziyang looked at him and asked, “Ho Rui, you haven't been feeling well lately. Is your neck still intact? ”

“Much better...” Zhou Hao Rui continued to pick up the rice, enduring the pain in his wrist and the sound in his heart.

His cervical spine and shoulders are indeed much better, his mobility has returned, and no heterosexual bones have been added elsewhere in the body. Just the same raised position on the back shoulders of the two sides, there is also a sense of dissent, it is not clear whether it was caused by “petrochemical disease” or by the crow.

The plague is coming, the plague is coming...

But that sound has become a mental torment.

“You haven't tried.” Zhou Hao Rui frowned and asked them, "A voice kept ringing in his heart? ”

“Yes.” Wei Ziyang was a little angry when he said it, "a BGM I had heard on a short video the other day sounded all night in my head. Oops, now I remember, it's ringing again.” Wei Ziyang clapped his head helplessly and wanted to quickly disperse the BGM.

Royal Qi also had a depressing experience in this regard, “Sometimes my voice keeps ringing in my head before I get bored. I clearly want it to stop, but it's still there. ”

“That's what I've been doing lately...” Zhou Hao Rui can only say, “There's a voice that keeps ringing, and I feel like I'm... going crazy...”

“I've checked before, it's a symptom of a nervous breakdown.” Wei Ziyang said, "Don't stay up late, go to bed early. ”

“I'd like to go to bed early, but you won't sleep until 12: 00 every day. How early?” Zhou Hao Rui was helpless.

Wei Ziyang and Wang Jiaqi hey, smile, talk about something else, but don't want to sleep early in order to settle Zhou Hao Rui, and continue eating chicken at night.

Zhou Hao Rui didn't say anything anymore. In fact, even if these roommates would sleep early, they wouldn't be able to sleep themselves. He knows the way this voice came...

After that night, it was now thirteen days, except for that voice, the crow never appeared again.

But in the calm of this voice lies another cold, resilient voice, and the plague is upon us, and sad yet fearless, is the crow.

After dinner in the cafeteria, the night had fallen completely. Zhou Hao Rui did not return to the dormitory immediately. He had thought of studying in the library. However, like the past dozen nights, with the darkening of the night, the more pain the old crow stamp caused, the greater the impact of that voice in his mind.

Walking on the campus road, Zhou Hao Rui glanced at him in vain. He only noticed that the light on the street lamp was dim and the light on the stars and moon was gradually deprived.

The plague is coming, the plague is coming...

“What do you want from me?” Zhou Hao Rui finally couldn't help but ask around again, “Say it, say it. ”

He felt like the Faust who had provoked the devil, whose sole purpose was to seize his soul.

No response, no change in the voice in my mind or pause, just keep playing it over and over like a recorder. And the girls walking next to him looked at him and probably thought he'd broken his heart and thrown it here.

Zhou Hao Rui took a long breath and looked around to find the crow figure in the dark. "Is this training me? Train my spirituality? ”

He knew that psychology was never a secret in folk, that it had been tested at the time of admission to astronomical universities, and he knew that global training - the Interfactory Transmission of Astronomical Universities had this training, and even tried it on its own, but unfortunately it had not produced much results.

He studied chemistry because he was obsessed with mystics and wanted to be an alchemist.

Although he has been tortured and exhausted in recent days, is it possible that this is the crow's training for him...

“Is that so?” Zhou Hao Rui asked softly, did the crow say it was training to increase his strength as well?

It was with that in mind, and the crow didn't seem bad… he had his own murder, otherwise he would have called the sky machine hotline long ago.

The plague is coming, the plague is coming...

“Ah...” Zhou Hao Rui grabbed his head with agitation and tried to hit the wall with this head. He tried to dig in with his hands and pull that voice out.

He really felt like he was going crazy, psychologically and physiologically, because he couldn't sleep for more than a dozen consecutive days, the temples on both sides swelled to tight, and now the whole brain is faint, and he can feel multiple nerves like strings that are constantly tightened, about to break.

Is there really such a training method for superpsychology...

An important manifestation of mental empowerment is said to be greater spirituality, easier concentration and greater perception of things.

It's like seeing a spring tree full of budding green leaves as a child, and it feels like it's a paradise view.

But Zhou Hao Rui is getting more and more irritated every day now. Looking at the spring trees is like the things of the apoptotic, mutilated, and yellow hell, he is dying.

The plague is coming, the plague is coming...

“Ah!" Zhou Hao Rui shouted in defiance of the unusual gaze of the surrounding passers-by. At this moment, his brain had a torn and severe pain, which suddenly became no longer just that voice, and there were some light film fragments that quickly flashed beyond his grasp, which made his nerves more pressurized and he felt almost collapsed.

There is already a begging for forgiveness in his heart: crows, crows, let me go, I don't want to touch supernatural forces...

All he wants now is a good night's sleep.

But also at the bottom of his heart, there was a stubborn voice holding down the plea for forgiveness.

That's the stubbornness even Zhou Hao Rui himself didn't know very well before: Hang on, hang on, I don't believe it...

Under the night, Zhou Hao Rui walked back towards the dormitory, muttering chemical knowledge points, thermodynamic temperatures, ideal gas state equations… everything.

And that voice, it keeps ringing.

The plague is coming, the plague is coming...