"Drink more, and you will go back to China next week. You won't have to intern in a mental hospital and be angry with that old man." The friend toasted to Li Qing in celebration.
"Ugh! I'm going to use the toilet."
A few friends were drinking and singing, their faces flushed.
Suddenly, Li Qing's cell phone rang.
He put down his wine glass and received a call from a mental patient whom he had lost contact with for two months: "I want to explain some funeral arrangements. I have a world to give to you before I die."
Li Qing: "..."
The person on the other side of the phone is very familiar to me. He is a mental patient that he treated before. He used to claim to be the first zombie in the modern world, but now he is sitting on a world? It seems to be getting more and more serious.
"Why did you give your personal phone number to this patient? Haven't you resigned? Are you still going to see him?" A friend asked curiously next to him.
Li Qing was a little helpless, "I even helped him privately. After all, they are all Chinese. He is quite pitiful and has no one to rely on. I will have to take a look tomorrow so that I can feel relieved after returning to China."
Early the next morning.
Li Qing finished the final handover and drove to a small house in the suburbs of Phoenix.
The patient's name is Ning Guochang, an overseas student who is often bullied and blackmailed by others in the school.
A year ago in China, his parents, who worked hard to support his education, died in an accident. He became taciturn and mentally unstable due to various blows.
Ning Guochang received mental treatment for a period of time but did not get better. Instead, it became more serious. He gradually began to have nightmares, saying that he saw himself in another time and space, there was a zombie crisis, and he became a zombie.
What he describes is a very ordinary zombie story.
Resident Evil, a remake of Raccoon City.
The apocalypse broke out first in this free country, which is very consistent with the origin of various movies and novels.
In order to save a girl, he was bitten and turned into a zombie. He continued to eat people and gradually regained his sanity before death. He turned into a mentally controlled zombie with twenty-eight big eyes. He became a zombie monarch in the Phoenix City area and crazily hunted down the survivors.
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I also continued to provide him with counseling and treatment, and always acted as a listener.
One day, Ning Guochang suddenly ran away and was never found again.
The address he sent is not far away.
Half an hour later, after entering the room, Li Qing felt strange.
The entire bedroom was transformed by Ning Guochang into a sterile pharmaceutical workshop.
Through a large layer of glass, Li Qing saw Ning Guochang, who was sitting in self-isolation opposite, as if visiting a prisoner.
This honest and honest young man was skinny and skinny. He wore a pair of large sunglasses, and his exposed skin was covered with fine dry cracks like white paint. His every move conveyed an aura of fear.
Behind him was a huge shelf filled with mineral water, cans, and all kinds of food, densely packed in the bedroom.
"How long have you been self-isolating and locking yourself here?"
After a while, Li Qing suppressed the weirdness in his heart and couldn't help but said: "Do you think you are a zombie? Are you afraid of infecting people?"
"I know you don't believe it, but you will believe it after reading this."
He stretched out the back of his hand, and a strange diamond-shaped gem circled through the skin, entangled with veins and flesh, and squirmed out of the hand.
"This is my zombie crystal core."
He said very calmly through the window opposite: "That's why I ran away. I didn't want to be experimented on by you. It is said that the zombie virus in another world also broke out in the laboratory in the next state."
Li Qing stared calmly for a few seconds.
I am so sick that I think there is a Raccoon City in reality.
But what are the crystal nuclei that appear on the skin?
Magic?
Li Qing immediately showed a gentle smile and said: "I have always believed in you. Running is the right thing to do. My mentor is very cheating. I also think he is in a mental hospital, conducting various experiments secretly with patients. You continue to
There are treatments inside, and we may actually use you for experiments!"
Li Qing conveniently hacked a capitalist mentor.
This is a psychological empathy operation that makes the patient feel that you and him are in the same camp, let down their guard, and feel that everyone is one of their own.
Ning Guochang said: "The zombie lord in the dream can control large zombies, animals, beasts, and mutated humans at the moment of his gaze. He also has telekinesis and can lift a one-ton car."
"My current level here is very low. I have experienced some mutations through time and space. I have to stare for more than three seconds to control living creatures and give them wisdom. But currently I can only speak of the weakest bacteria, and my telekinesis can lift a
A small flower of cotton.”
Li Qing took advantage of the situation and said: "Isn't this span too big? So weak that it can only control some bacteria?"
Ning Guochang pointed to a squirming piece of fine black mud on the table, "This is the bacterial army I am currently controlling. It is not at the nanometer level, but it is definitely at the micron level, weighing 0.0023 grams."
These squirming black mud are magnet sand, right?
Li Qing has seen too many mental patients with severe delusions, who regard themselves as the protagonists of novels and cannot distinguish between reality and fantasy stories.
"Look at this again, my telekinesis."
He actually took out a piece of cotton the size of an ant and controlled it to fly in the air, but it looked very difficult.
Li Qing was silent for a moment.
He quickly came back to his senses and said: "In other words, you are now the zombie lord, and the sterile workshop is to prevent your zombie virus from spreading to the outside?"
"No."
Ning Guochang shook his head: "Dr. Li, you are overthinking. I am not preventing zombie viruses. We high-level zombies do not have the ability to infect. They are already another new extraordinary species. I have also done experiments myself and it is not contagious.
"
Li Qing immediately looked relaxed and said: "Then this workshop of yours is..."
Ning Guochang suddenly shuddered: "I built this sterile workshop to protect my eyes. It can control bacteria and see clearly, as clear as a microscope. It can be turned up or down at any time."
He suddenly became mentally unstable and showed signs of pain.
Like most mental patients, Ning Guochang suddenly burst out emotionally.
"Do you know what this microscopic power feels like?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The world of you normal people is like watching a pixel movie. My eyes are full of 4k ultra-high definition quality. I can clearly see the mites on your face.
Climbing back and forth!!”
"The wall behind you looks extremely smooth in your eyes. In my eyes, it is a wall of trypophobic insects. Molds, worms, dust bugs, and mites form a disgusting empire of billions."
Li Qing has a big mouth.
I feel itchy on my face for no reason.
There are disgusting mites crawling around in dense numbers.
But fortunately, medical students are not afraid of this, and there are many more disgusting ones.
But theoretically, if his eyes reached the level of an electron microscope, wouldn't he look like a furry humanoid monster covered in various microbial blankets before his eyes?
I don't quite understand this kind of viewing angle accuracy.
Perhaps it is already the eye structure of two creatures, and it has become weird and mysterious.
"You know, I have trypophobia! I have severe mysophobia!"
Ning Guochang, who was sitting in the isolation and sterile workshop opposite, became excited, with an anxious tone, at a loss what to do, and said in great pain:
"I started washing my hands like crazy, spraying disinfectant every day, and using purified water for bathing. I rubbed my hands until my body became wrinkled and painful!"
"Even, I built this sterile workshop, I want to live in the cleanest world!"
"Even when I go out, I wear a bubble helmet and a special protective suit! Have you seen One Piece? I want to be a dragon!"
He was like a patient suffering from extreme mania, exuding an aura of madness, and endless pain was deeply rooted in his distorted facial expressions.
And if it reaches this position, Li Qing just thinks it is a story about a mysophobic evolving into a new human being.
He even imagined a sci-fi future.
Thinking about it from a tricky angle: Immortal cultivators in the high-definition world also develop this kind of trypophobia when they see this secular world. The bacteria everywhere in the world make them sick and want to vomit. They immediately hide in the sterile room of Dongtian to practice and retreat to the fairy mountain.
Not far into the mortal world...
This is not talking about fairy tales, but modern technology.
In the next few hundred years, new human beings who will experience the explosion of science and technology will go crazy when they have this kind of vision.
Don't talk about the future.
Nowadays, as people's lives get better and better, people start to pay more attention to the visible mites on this quilt, and they feel disgusting.
The degree of civilization is linked to the degree of mysophobia.
People in the old days only cared about whether you were dirty or not, whether you were sick or not, and whether you were sick after eating. Even this was all about protein and nutrition.
However, the story of mysophobia began to gradually turn into a ghost story.
"If your eyesight continues to improve and you can see the bacterial world in high-definition quality, it will be fine."
"But my eyes can control and impart wisdom."
He suddenly had a bitter expression on his face: "I'm so scared. These microorganisms have become intelligent. It's so scary now! They develop civilization, just like our ancient apes built tribes in the distant era of the earth."
Li Qing tried to think along his train of thought.
If what is said is true, microorganisms build civilization, so what if they possess intelligence?
Their structure is destined to be low-level creatures.
A group of low-level creatures relying on flagella, what can they do if they are intelligent?
Build bonfires? Plant and herd cattle? Build machinery? Develop the steam age? Enter the electric age?
Does not.
Can't even light a fire at all.
Because of their size, even if they are intelligent, they cannot achieve the progress of human civilization.
What is the difference between having wisdom and still being without wisdom?
"I thought so at first."
Ning Guochang smiled bitterly and said: "But later I discovered that human beings are just monkeys who know how to use tools. It is ridiculous to measure other unknown civilizations with their own arrogance."
"do you know?"
Across the workshop, he looked at the tiny army of bacteria on the table.
"They have no eyes, but they have mysterious spiritual perception. They herd other microorganisms without intelligence. As my dependents, they use telekinesis that is weaker than mine to painstakingly split the RNA structure, compile, transcribe, and build their own biological robots.
The flagellum, the shell, goes straight into the age of biological grazing.”
"They built flagellated mounts, built giant biological houses out of giant mites, and formed microscopic cities."
"It took humans 3.5 billion years to evolve from microorganisms in the ocean to today, and they are going through this process again at an extremely fast speed."
"These single cells are evolving on their own!"
Seeing this patient confiding in extreme pain, Li Qing finally realized what he was talking about.
This patient saw the horrific evolutionary history of life.
When microorganisms invisible to our naked eyes have human-like intelligence, their civilization far exceeds our modern human civilization.
They are naturally a group of great creators in the microscopic world.
