Chapter 354 Signals or hallucinations 【Seeking a monthly ticket
In the quiet bedroom of the suite, his headache worsened, and the cold sweat on Gu Jun's forehead gradually increased. He seemed to hear a voice in the darkness.
The voice seemed to come from an old-fashioned tape recorder. It was buzzing and a little intermittent. It was a rich and moderate male voice, speaking in a steady tone, in standard Chinese, "If you can hear...
…We…are good people…”
No matter how hard he endured the pain and concentrated on listening, he could only hear this sentence...
It didn't seem like someone was talking to him, it seemed like a broadcast signal, but others couldn't hear it but he heard it.
"……if you……"
Suddenly, Gu Jun's head hurt almost to the critical point, and the sound gradually faded away. He opened his eyes and started breathing heavily.
He had heard strange sounds from outside too many times before, some of which were spiritual infusions, and some of which were spells and ritual powers, but this time the feeling was different... His most intuitive feeling this time was that he heard some kind of broadcast signal.
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"Signal? Who sent the signal? What is its purpose?"
Gu Jun thought about it, and he could still get some clues from this sentence.
The first point is, "If you can", the other party thinks that he may not be able to hear it; or it is not meant for him alone, but is broadcast.
The second point is, "we", the other party is not a person, but an organization, and the language is in Chinese, it seems to be in China.
The third point, "good person", the other party emphasizes so much, means that the default listener is a person like him. As soon as he hears it, he will first think about whether the other person is good or bad, and will tend to be a bad person. What if that is some classic old person?
Song Channel, Weather Channel, there is no reason to start with such a sentence.
Of course, this sentence could also be deliberately designed by the other party, just to make him have this speculation.
Gu Jun looked around the silent surroundings and felt that there were many shadows. Good people? He was very doubtful about this. It could even be said that he almost didn't believe it at all.
He didn't know if this was just a transmission to him or a broadcast he heard, but how many organizations are there in the world that have the ability to do this kind of thing? The Tianji Bureau can't do it, and neither can fbm. He and Xianyu
I have successfully uploaded pictures before, but this is not the case.
If it was a decent organization with such capabilities, why didn't it come forward after so many things happened?
The secret bureau has come out, and goa has announced its establishment but it still doesn’t come out? Can this be considered a good person? Where is he now?
Gu Jun frowned, and suddenly thought of another possibility, a signal from the future or the past? No, it doesn't look like this, it doesn't feel like this...
That signal from an alien planet? A signal from another world? A dreamland?
It's still the simplest and most direct possibility. Behind the signal are just a bunch of bastards who are engaging in some unknown conspiracy.
Just because I knew he would think so, I stressed that I was a good person and wanted to create a better new era and new world.
"Who are you?"
Gu Jun thought for a while, then stood up and spoke into the air around him to see if the other party would rise to the surface.
"Good people? You think they are good people, right? Your moral standards are different from ours."
As he talked, he walked around and paid attention to his surroundings. He pulled out the drawer of the bedside table and looked at it, then opened the closet and looked at it. He said to himself: "The R'lyeh Order? I know you are not dead yet. The Laisheng Society
Those people sacrificed themselves, but you still have some bastards hiding in some deep mountain, calling for Raleye with your leader, that 'immortal old Taoist'..."
"And the Brotherhood in Yellow...is it you, Mr. Wilde? You're not dead yet, are you? Is that so..."
Thinking and talking about this, Gu Jun's headache quickly worsened again, his heart twitched a little, and his muscles all over his body tightened.
These symptoms made him even more angry. Now he can't even think about these abnormal things...
At this time, some inexplicable and terrifying imaginary images flashed through his mind. The city was reduced to ruins, Wu Shiyu's smiling face was transformed into a tragic scene, and others...
Just thinking about it for a moment made him feel heartbroken.
"Ah!!" Gu Jun couldn't help but roared, and kicked the wooden wardrobe that had no abnormal traces. There was a bang and the wardrobe shook.
He took a deep breath and tried his best to control his emotions and the symptoms of PTSD's angry outburst... After all, he still couldn't accept this physical condition, couldn't accept his inability to protect the people he cared about, and even tried hard.
There is no chance...
"If you can hear it, then listen..." He murmured and walked back to the bed and sat down. "No matter whether you are good or bad, I am already disabled and cannot hear more..."
On second thought, this also confused him.
What is the purpose of the other party? To push me into madness? Even if I do this, are you going to drive me completely crazy?
It’s just... were those things just now real? Or were they just my auditory hallucinations and imagination?
Gu Jun could usually tell the difference between true and false before, but this time he still couldn't be sure. He didn't know if he had lost that ability or if this time was just so special.
There may be one reason why he can't find the pattern of the occurrence of this strange feeling. It is different from the general triggering pattern of illusions. Now it seems to appear randomly.
If it was really a PTSD attack, he wouldn't be surprised...
Gu Jun sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, thinking about it and suddenly smiled bitterly, be content, you have really earned your life by living until now, not only the previous injuries, but two years ago, he was prepared to die because of a brain tumor, and now he is still
No worse than then.
Although it is a holiday, after all, I have only been away from Tianji Bureau for a few days, and it is not that easy to return to normal life.
This is like a soldier who has retired from the battlefield. Regardless of whether he has been diagnosed with PTSD or not, he always needs a process of return...
Maybe it would be good for you to take some anti-depressant and anti-anxiety drugs at this stage.
Gu Jun thought for a while. Although he was already leaning towards the sound being an auditory hallucination. The incidence rate of auditory hallucinations in PTSD patients is 40%-50%. He still took his mobile phone to call Tong Ye and reported the situation: "Maybe
Someone or organization is spreading signals, and I'm worried that this is a trick to recruit people."
Whether it was for him or for other purposes, whether it was his illness or not, Tongye took it very seriously after hearing about it, but nothing like this happened to him except him in the past two days.
"Ajun, we will follow up here carefully and let you know immediately if there is any new situation." Tongye said, "It's getting late now, please pay attention to rest."
It was indeed late in the morning after finishing this report, and Gu Jun's head felt a little swollen and painful.
So after hanging up and putting down his phone, he quickly lay down on the bed, took a deep breath to adjust his breathing, and forced himself to fall asleep amid the chaotic thoughts.