In the silent dissecting room, Gu Jun's heavy hands pressed down on the dissecting table. Strange and low whispers kept coming into his mind, coming from unknown sources, gradually getting louder and louder, like countless ghosts and monsters speaking in the darkness.
What kind of conspiracy is this?
"Leave him alone." Wu Shiyu told everyone not to move, knowing that Gu Jun had an illusion, "Leave him alone, I will keep an eye on him."
This language...seems to be just composed of these two strange words. Like computer language, everything can be expressed with 0 and 1. These two strange words can also form different meanings due to different rhymes...
Gu Jun's head hurt, but he still listened attentively. If it hadn't been for the previous Karop-style dissection to nourish some mental strength, he might not be able to endure this illusion.
Listening to the strange noise, the illusion in front of him quickly became reality, and he was suddenly overwhelmed.
The dark night sky and the bone-piercing cold wind. Gu Jun felt that he had entered a subjective perspective. Looking around, he was lying on a big old tree...
The moonlight was hazy, so I couldn't see clearly around. There seemed to be some low yellow mud houses scattered at random.
There are no buildings higher than three floors, no cement buildings, all are dilapidated yellow mud houses, some with black tiles on the roof, some with dry straw, very simple.
The roads were equally desolate, with unkempt weeds and trees everywhere. He could not see any smooth cement roads, only dirt roads, and no telephone poles or anything that could be called modern. The surrounding mountains looked eerie and terrifying.
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But Gu Jun recognized it based on the topography. This is...Nantang Village! The former Nantang Village...
"My perspective." What came to his mind? Was it the perspective of village elder Chen Shuhuai?
More than eighty years ago, Chen Shuhuai was neither a child nor a teenager. He hid in a tree and saw the mysterious rituals of Uncle Gou's family...
"Uncle Gou's house is over there." Although the tree has been cut down later, Gu Jun knew the direction, because Uncle Gou's house is located at the foot of the mountain, and the strange sound also came from that direction. It should be
Chen Shuhuai said that Uncle Gou and the others were "reciting something strangely".
After seeing the black shadow, Chen Shuhuai was so frightened that he kept shrinking and did not dare to look.
At this time, Gu Jun controlled this perspective and looked through the gaps in the big branches.
I saw that on the land that later became a wasteland, there were several yellow mud houses and scaffoldings built in a circle, with a small courtyard in the middle.
Through the moonlight and the dim light of candles, one could vaguely see a group of about ten people murmuring in the courtyard.
Among them, there was a figure with a protruding face and jaw that seemed familiar to him...it was Old Uncle Dog.
And in the middle surrounded by them, there seemed to be a hazy black shadow.
Gu Jun only glanced at it a few more times, and then he felt a splitting headache. The black shadow had no specific shape, like a ball in the void...
Hazy, half-real and half-illusory, did that thing really exist? But he felt that it was sucking away the heat and spirit from the surroundings.
"Meeping...glibbering..."
Uncle Gou and the others continued to chant something in that strange language towards the black shadow. The black shadow seemed to be growing and growing...
Gu Jun's whole body felt even colder. Chen Shuhuai said that on his way back later, he found that all the livestock in the village seemed to have lost their souls, and they all died the next day.
At the moment of the illusion, have those domestic animals been drained of their energy... But why are the villagers okay...
Suddenly, the coldness penetrated into his heart. The night could not hide his perspective. He saw four figures walking on the dirt road around the village. One of them looked like Chen Fade, and the other three were probably
Later it was also stolen and dug by people who had graves.
They all held a long bamboo pole, walked to the wall of each villager's yellow mud house, and knocked on the wooden window above...
Da da da.
After a while, there were many more figures on the village road in the dark night, and they were villagers.
They walked out of the house expressionlessly and followed Chen Fade and the four of them expressionlessly.
Everyone, regardless of gender or age, walked at the same pace, very slowly and feebly...
The sounds of the strange language became louder, as if they were calling for something. Hundreds of people from a village soon arrived around Old Uncle Gou's house.
They knelt down on the ground and made strange sounds, but it was not that kind of language, it was just a hissing sound like the howling of wild animals.
The four of them, Chen Fade and others, walked into the courtyard.
All the villagers in Nantang Village participated in this ceremony in this way... These people were deceived by the illusion, and what was the "roe deer meat" they ate...
Seeing this, Gu Jun's headache became more serious, and the pain was so painful that the illusion was already shaking.
It was also at this time that he seemed to smell the stench brought by the cold wind. It was the stench of corpses, the stench of giants watching corpses...
But he didn't see the body anywhere, not in the courtyard or around.
"Meeping...glibbering..." At this time, Chen Fade and the other two joined the queue of Old Uncle Gou and his family, and they also made strange words. On their already old faces, there was no trace of old age, but there was an almost crazy look.
Fanatic, even more fanatic than Uncle Gou and his family.
But everyone in the yard spoke faster and faster, until they suddenly stopped with a loud sound.
The silent villagers around them all suddenly looked towards the big tree, their chaotic eyes controlled by dreams.
"You're here." They said slowly, and the voices of hundreds of people were mixed into an old voice.
It was exactly the same words that Uncle Dog said to him in that desert island nightmare, you are here...
In an instant, Gu Jun felt a huge cramp in his heart, and the illusion in front of him suddenly shattered. He screamed in pain and almost fell on the autopsy table.
He was quickly restrained by Uncle Dan and Cai Zixuan next to him. Wang Ruoxiang asked anxiously: "Are you okay?"
"Ah." Wu Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling it more than others, "He's okay, he's fine." She walked back to the sofa.
"I just need to rest for a while..." Gu Jun was supported by them and sat down on a high stool, pondering over the meaning of the illusion just now.
But after a while, when he had just regained his breath, Uncle Dan seemed to hear something from the communication headset. He responded a few times, his face became a little bad, and he said to him: "Ajun, Nantang
The village elder Chen Shuhuai just left. "Gone, passed away."
"What!?" Gu Jun's heart clenched violently again.
Although Chen Shuhuai is 95 years old, he is still in good health and sane. He has been very cooperative since he was taken away by the Bureau of Secrets to assist in the investigation.
If there were no accidents, no one would doubt whether Chen Shuhuai could live to be a hundred years old.
"Just when you saw the hallucination." Uncle Dan spoke calmly, "Chen Shuhuai suddenly went into delirium. He screamed in extreme fear, shouting 'I didn't see, I didn't see'. He suffered a cardiac arrest and the rescue was unsuccessful.
.still doing it now, but he is 95 years old...
Gu Jun took a deep breath in silence, closed his eyes and frowned, looking at the unbreakable darkness, anger, sadness and hesitation suddenly emerged.