The entrance to the morgue was only the size of two movable stretcher beds. Gu Jun walked in as if nothing had happened, and a cold breath suddenly hit his face.
Gu Jun looked around. This was the first time he had set foot in this place. It was not spacious. The lights on the ceiling were dim. There were large stainless steel corpse refrigerated cabinets on the left and right sides, each with ten morgue cabinets and cabinet doors.
They were all tightly closed, and I didn't know if there were any bodies inside.
There are some tool cabinets in front, as well as a few mobile stretcher beds and a few blue medical screens, but nothing else.
Although the morgue is a gloomy and scary place in various horror movies and TV shows, in fact it is so small that there is nothing unusual about it.
But from the moment Gu Jun walked into the door, his heart became depressed. He took a step closer to the refrigerator on the left, and his depression became even worse, mixed with a trace of turmoil... something flashed through his mind.
Be vigilant, "Can I bear it if I actively trigger unknown illusions like this?"
You must know that after every hallucination, the nerves in his brain feel pain, and the whole person feels mentally drained...
Gu Jun cautiously stopped and opened the system panel to check the host status. The heart rate and blood pressure were both rising, which showed that triggering the illusion did have an impact on the body. "The heart rate is 100/beat, which is still on the edge of the normal range. There is no danger yet.
." He continued to move forward while paying attention to the indicators.
One step, heart rate 115/time
Two steps, heart rate 130/time
Three steps, heart rate 145/time
Gu Jun took a deep breath. Within a few steps, his heart suddenly became too fast, as if he was undergoing intense exercise. This figure was approaching danger. His heart was pounding, and the feeling of déjà vu kept appearing in front of his eyes, as if
I have been here before, this is not the first time this happened...
Three and a half steps, heart rate 150/time
The morgue was right in front of him, and the sense of déjà vu had not yet turned into an illusion, but Gu Jun had a definite feeling and knew what he should do.
"According to the previous increase in heart rate, when the illusion is triggered, it should be around 160-180/time, which is a bit dangerous. It may be like paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia, but my heart has no underlying disease. I overclock occasionally, even if it continues
You should be able to hold on for a few hours."
Gu Jun slowly raised his right hand and pressed his palm on the stainless steel counter of the morgue. The skin of his palm suddenly felt a coldness. This coldness immediately poured in, flowing through the superficial fascia, deep fascia... until
Stinging the hand bone!
The heart rate was 185/beat, and his heart suddenly felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. He felt abnormal cramping and difficulty breathing. The scene in front of him became blurry and changed. Everything seemed to be going away, and everything seemed to be coming again.
His inference is correct. As long as those three conditions are met at the same time, the relevant illusion can be triggered.
Those chaotic lights and shadows gradually stabilized and became clear...
Gu Jun saw a majestic church, standing in the middle of an unknown city. The church was not any architectural style he was familiar with. It was carved from huge rocks, and every pillar and glass window was so unique.
It is exquisite and eerie, with spiers reaching into the sky and black birds flying in flocks.
How could it be a church? This was beyond his expectation, and it was such a spectacular and huge church.
He thought those three pages of the diary would take him to a hospital, a morgue, or a place with similar functions...
"Why? What's the connection here?"
Enduring the severe pain in his head and heart, Gu Jun's consciousness gradually approached the church. He walked hazily through the high steps, through the exquisite statues, and through the majestic main entrance. When he arrived inside the church, he immediately saw
A scene that made his hair stand on end.
Under the towering vaults, there were hundreds or even thousands of figures in the broad church. They were all kneeling on the ground, facing the throne of God directly in front of the church.
He saw... some of those people's limbs were twisted, some had no heads, and some were just skeletons...
Regardless of whether they have heads or not, they are pressed deeply against the ground, motionless, and their faces cannot be seen at all, but they exude a sense of piety, weirdness, and madness.
"This is not a morgue, but this is..." Gu Jun suddenly understood, "the resting place of the deceased."
He suddenly remembered the words of the haggard man from Laisheng Company, "Death? No, you don't understand." The man chewed the word "death" in a playful tone, as if he had a different understanding of this concept...
He thought again of the human-shaped banyan tree and the dozens of faces on the tree. Are they really... dead?
"...Ugh!" Gu Jun's heart twitched violently again. He could no longer bear the impact of these illusions. He pulled his palm away from the morgue and the illusions instantly dissipated like smoke. He was trembling all over and whirring.
Panting, he tried to turn around but lost his balance and fell forward. He pressed his palms against the counter again, but this time there was no such cold feeling, and no illusions appeared.
The three pages of the diary in my mind seem to have lost their luster. It seems that the number of times each directly connected object can trigger the illusion is not unlimited.
These three pages of diary are no longer available for the time being.
"Next time, be sure to prepare quick-acting heart-saving pills before triggering it again..." Gu Jun covered his heart and stood next to the morgue for a while before his heart rate slowly dropped. He was exhausted, but still couldn't let go.
The illusion just now.
"Where is that? What are those people worshiping? What kind of church is that?"
Gu Jun thought for a while, but had no idea. After all, this was a morgue. After he took a breath, he turned around and walked outside.
"Could it be that behind Laisheng Company and the strange banyan disease, it has something to do with the church?" Gu Jun was still thinking as he walked, "If there is a church, there is a sect, there is a god..." An idea popped up in his mind, "Laisheng Company"
Is the Health Company...a secret society, of which both parents are members?"
The more he thought about it, the more chills he felt all over his body. Secret societies usually attach great importance to family inheritance from generation to generation.
Did I already "belong" as a member of Laisheng before I was born?
"Doctor, eh? Are you a doctor?" At this time, the security guard at the door asked loudly, interrupting Gu Jun's thoughts, "What are you doing here?"
"We're in the wrong place." Gu Jun didn't say much, and quickly left, walking out of the underground parking lot and outside the complex.
He looked at the dark night sky. There was only darkness and desolation, and the stars did not know where they had gone. The illusion of the church had become a lingering nightmare. When he looked at the night sky, he seemed to see himself kneeling on the vault.
Below, there are mom, dad, and others...
Gu Jun took a long breath and stopped thinking about it. He took out his phone and looked at it. It was almost eight o'clock in the evening. There was finally some new news on the WeChat group. Professor Gu, Wang Ruoxiang, and Cai Zixuan all killed him, and
The address for the dinner party was sent.
"Copy that, I'll be here right away." Gu Jun clicked on his phone to send a message to WeChat.
He walked for a while and reached the street in the main entrance square of the hospital. He waved to hail a taxi, got in the car and headed to the restaurant where he was having a dinner.