A blue moon was embedded in the black screen-like night sky, and the night mist was filled, like a layer of silver light veil, obscuring thousands of stars, making them dim.

"The day the stars return to their positions.... When the gods wake up..."

"Great ....."

"You are.... The Dominator of the Old..."

"You are.... The one in control..."

"You are the source of everything... You create everything...."

"Ah!!h

Jing Chuan woke up from his sleep, sat up directly from the bed, kept taking deep breaths, covered in sweat, his face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Huhu, Huhu...."

An invisible voice echoed in the room, and there seemed to be some eyes around Jing Chuan, which made Jing Chuan feel a little afraid.

It's the same dream again, only this time, what Jingchuan heard was more detailed.

The dream is full of strange patterns and strange people, they seem to have been singing a name, and the dream self seems to be in the center of the altar, not angry or happy, like a machine, without any performance... This feeling... It's like there's no substance, it's empty.

In any case, Jing Chuan didn't want to sleep anymore, he didn't want to go back to that weird altar and face those unknown creatures who didn't know if they were people.

Jing Chuan, who is also handsome, studied at Columbia University in New York, USA, and his academic performance is not bad or bad, and he is also one of the Chinese students who can't remember the teacher.

Until one night a month ago, after the entire dormitory building was awakened by Jingchuan's screams, Jingchuan's life was no longer ordinary.

It was the first time Jingchuan dreamed, and he dreamed of the same scene, but the first time he dreamed Jingchuan didn't know what he dreamed of, but it felt terrifying.

After that, Jing Chuan would do this dream every night, and every time he woke up, he felt that there were eyes watching him around him, which made Jing Chuan's energy weaker and weaker, and his roommates also complained a lot, and Jing Chuan had no choice but to come out and rent a room.

Even if the environment changes, the nightmare remains the same, and it continues.

It's just that with the change of the nightmare, Jing Chuan also began to understand part of the content, but this part of the content is in an indescribable language, Jing Chuan has never seen or heard such a language.

But what impressed him the most was the sentence "On the day the stars return, when the gods awaken".

What are the gods, and what are the stars?

Jing Chuan looked up thoughtfully and looked at the sea of stars, the stars were obscured by dark clouds, and he couldn't see why.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, the sky gradually began to whiten, the morning light outside the window was shining, and the sunlight was slanting into the room through the window.

"It's eight o'clock in the morning Washington time, and the city is ......"

Jing Chuan had dark circles under his eyes and was depressed, took out the bread refrigerated in the refrigerator, and after eating two bites in a daze, he was ready to go out to see a psychiatrist.

He has taken a week off work and has seen almost all the well-known psychiatrists in New York, and the doctors only tell him that he is thinking about it day and night, and that he usually watches less TV series and novels, and relaxes his mind.

The conscience of heaven and earth, I did read it before, but since I had a nightmare, I don't have the energy to eat, and the entertainment of novels has long been stopped by myself I don't know how long.

After putting away the dishes and starting to get dressed, Jing Chuan only felt that his brain was filled with a feeling that was difficult to describe in words.

The tiredness that came from the depths of his soul kept colliding, and Jingchuan felt like a walking corpse, with no meaning in life.

Jingchuan didn't know how he got out, he just felt that he had arrived at the destination of this trip as soon as he went out, and the process was empty and without the slightest impression.

New York University Medical Center, that's the destination of Jingchuan. His main idea when he came here was to prescribe some medicine to stimulate his spirit and keep himself from being in this state.

Then, as a student at Columbia University, Jingchuan successfully made an appointment for psychological counseling.

The reason why I came back to the medical center of New York University is mainly because all the famous hospitals in New York have basically been visited by Jingchuan, and the net worth that was originally quite wealthy is now very few.

"Hello, I've been feeling lately... I'm not mentally normal, and I often hear people talking in my head. ”

Sitting in front of a doctor with gold-rimmed glasses, Jing Chuan briefly introduced his condition.

The doctor had a slight crow's feet at the corner of his eyes, and after hearing Jing Chuan's words, he immediately took out a "Davos Cognitive Biases Rating Scale" and smiled at Jing Chuan: "Hello, I'm Michael, in that case, let's make a table first." ”

The Davos Cognitive Biases Rating Scale, which is used for the assessment of cognitive biases in patients with schizophrenia, especially those with paranoia, is a relatively basic form, and more importantly, it costs dozens of dollars to do it once in the hospital.

Jing Chuan quickly finished the form, and Dr. Michael looked at the form for a while, whispered a little with another bald doctor, and then took Jing Chuan to do a series of tests: the schizophrenia cognitive function kit, the Peter version of the delusion questionnaire, and the Hoddock version of the mental symptom rating scale.

These tests tossed Jingchuan for a long time, and finally under the professional eyes of Dr. Michael and the bald doctor, they came to a conclusion: Jingchuan actually has no mental illness at all.

Finally, Dr. Michael pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said tactfully to Jing Chuan, "Why don't you go to the State Center for Mental Illness Prevention for a professional evaluation?"

Originally, Dr. Michael planned to tell Jing Chuan directly that you are not sick, but looking at Jing Chuan's appearance... Let's be tactful.

"Thank you. ”

Jingchuan said weakly, he really didn't want to tell Dr. Mielke that he came out of the Mental Illness Prevention Center...

Dr. Mielke looked at Jing Chuan's departing figure and was about to write a record about Jing Chuan in the notebook, but he was in a trance for a while, and he forgot to record it, and the next moment, he felt a sudden feeling of longing in his heart......

Dr. Mielke shook his head, dispelling his inner desires, feeling only his own delusions.

Jing Chuan thanked Dr. Mielke, sighed and prepared to leave, this whisper every night had disturbed Jing Chuan's life, this demonic language lingered in his heart, and the faint pain in his skull showed its existence.

Jingchuan is already driven crazy by this voice!

Bidding farewell to the hospital, Jingchuan didn't know what kind of mentality he was in when he returned to the rental house, knocked on the door and took off his shoes, and was about to take a little rest, when the pain came again!

"Great ....."

"You are the ruler of the old, you are the master of the eternal night. ”

"You are the source of everything, you are the creator of everything. ”

"Please... Save your believers..."

A clear voice exploded from his mind, and Jing Chuan only felt as if a silver needle was inserted from his temple!

Jingchuan fell to the ground, his forehead hit the corner of the shoe rack, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, only felt that the mental pain had made him unbearable!

He curled up, moans rang out from his mouth, Jingchuan's screams became hysterical, and as time passed, the screams gradually subsided, and finally stopped.

Consciousness was gradually disappearing, Jing Chuan only felt that his body was gradually lightening, the surrounding scene was rapidly moving away, and the strange light and shadow that he could faintly see gradually became real.

He seemed to have come to the sky above an altar, and around the altar, figures knelt on the ground and worshiped the altar.

There were not many people visiting the altar, only about four or five, but they were all richly dressed, with black hair and brown eyes, and they were of a darker European and American race, and their eyes showed an indescribable fanaticism.

The leader of the old nobleman wore a silk top hat, a white shirt, and a black vest, with a respectful expression, and his forehead was completely on the ground, and he spoke respectfully, but there was a faint hint of confusion in his words: "Your most loyal servant is being searched by the Church of False Gods, please send down your will to save your servant..."

As the flames burned, a little starlight submerged into Jing Chuan's body, and all of this made Jing Chuan a little overwhelmed.

Who am I, where am I, what's going on?

Jing Chuan subconsciously raised his head, and in mid-air, above the black curtain, a crimson crescent moon hung high on the dome, shining peacefully.

On the side of the red moon, the stars shine brightly!

"The day the stars return, when the gods awaken!"