Aono continued to look through the archaeological record of "me".

It can be seen that the rhetoric is full of boredom, full of complaints and complaints.

It seems that this archaeologist rarely does this kind of field exploration! ’

Normally, archaeology is not a pampered job, and of course, it does not exclude the literature school and the identification school, which refers to the type of archaeologist who studies ancient documents and identifies the age and history of cultural relics, rather than the type of archaeologist who explores in the field.

After a little speculation about the identity of this "me", Aono turned his attention back to the record itself.

Here are three or four photos.

The photograph is somewhat blurry, with a gloomy background tones.

Even when the rain stopped, the weather was still gloomy.

In the middle of the rugged mountain road sits a small village.

The wooden structure of the house looks simple and quaint, and the roof is still covered with thatch, dead leaves, and other things.

There are even some crumbling, as if the wind will blow down.

Among them, two or three villagers looked in the direction of the camera in amazement, as if they didn't know what the camera was.

It's just that I instinctively have a little awe of the shiny lenses.

Their clothes, just like "I" said, have a strange and old style, and there is a sense of disconnection from the times.

The anomalous feelings of those archaeologists are actually understandable.

Now, many people can't believe that there are still people in the world who die of hunger, many people don't think that some people can't eat meat every day, can't afford to buy sanitary napkins even for a few dollars, and even think that domestic violence has long been eliminated and everyone can afford to read!

The world is so big, just one country is ridiculously big.

People obviously live in the same world, but they seem to be separated by layers of pathetic estrangement.

You can't see it, you can't touch it.

Divide people.

Don't forget, the number of netizens in China alone is only 900 million, and there are nearly 500 million people, who may not even have access to the Internet.

It can only be said that the joys and sorrows of people are not the same.

In Japan, the same phenomenon exists.

Archaeologists from the metropolis find it hard to imagine that such a village is real.

Aono finished reading this record.

So far, not much valuable information has been seen.

But he had already faintly read many ominous signs from these words.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock at the door.

"Aono-sama, can I come in?"

It was Taichi Kaneshiro.

He had a respectful and humble look, but the title of "adult" still made Qingye quite uncomfortable, if it was an ordinary person, maybe he would be embarrassed to use his toes to buckle out of a Beijing courtyard!

Aono greeted Taiichi Kaneshiro into the door, sat on the tatami mat, and asked.

"Where are the four archaeologists on record now?"

This time, it was Aono who took the initiative to call Taiichi Kaneshiro to his room.

After all, many questions are not clear on the phone, and it is more convenient to meet and talk.

"Of the four archaeologists, three of them are missing, and only one of them can be identified."

"Who is it?"

Aono asked.

"It's Mr. Takeshi Takaji."

Jincheng Taiyi answered like a stream.

Obviously, I did my research and homework before I came.

"Takeshi Takaji?"

In the archaeological record, this name does not appear.

"It's the author who wrote that archaeological note."

"He's still alive?"

Aono was a little surprised, according to common sense, the protagonist who wrote this kind of death diary should not have died violently?

Unexpectedly, he was still the only survivor - everyone who understands the meaning of the so-called "missing" understands.

What's more, a full decade has passed since the date of the archaeological notes!

Ten years is enough to change many, many things.

It is not easy to find the location of Takeshi Takaji.

"Actually, he's still living in Nagoya City, do you want to meet him?"

"You might as well go and see it, maybe there will be a new breakthrough."

Aono makes a decision.

But Kaneshiro Taiyi's prophecy stopped and finally said.

"Just"

About two or three hours later.

Aono walked into the door of this hospital, and a little reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

"It's a nostalgic place."

"Huh?"

Taiichi Kaneshiro didn't hear Aono's muttering clearly, and he spoke in confusion.

"Nothing."

Aono smiled slightly, his face as usual.

The tip of the nose can smell the unique smell of disinfectant water, as well as the smell of tranquilizers, human excrement, and sweat mixed together.

For Aono, saying "long time no see" is not a problem at all.

"It's Aono-san and Kaneshiro-san, right? We know what you're here for. ”

A doctor in a white lab coat greeted him and said apologetically.

"But the patient is not very calm at this time, and he needs to take medication temporarily before he can meet you."

"If you don't mind, you might as well wait in the waiting area."

"Okay, no problem."

Aono bowed his head lightly and smiled, which was very natural and ordinary.

It's just that I don't know if it's Taichi Kaneshiro's hallucination, he always feels that after walking into the hospital, Aono-sama's mood swings are a little more intense than usual?

Natural to the point of being somewhat unnatural.

However, this is his Aono-sama!

Naturally, Taiichi Kaneshiro will not have some speculation that should not be there.

There are not many family members of patients in the waiting area, only a few of them.

This is different from the situation where general hospitals are usually overcrowded.

Most of the family members also had sad faces and fidgeted as if they wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

On the other hand, Qingye's movements and demeanor are so natural that they can't be more natural, and their expressions are a little comfortable.

Coming back here is like coming home!

"Kaneshiro-kun, is this the first time you've come to this kind of place?"

Aono asked.

"I've visited Takeshi Takaji this time, but I haven't gotten any valuable information."

Kaneshiro Taiichi shook his head, still a little puzzled - he couldn't quite understand why Aono-sama insisted on coming here.

"It's just a matter of coming and giving it a try, even if it doesn't matter."

Aono looked around wistfully.

In front of the doctor just now, I unconsciously had a stress reaction, and the strength seemed to be a little too much!

But it doesn't hurt.

Anyway, they can't catch themselves again!

Here, it's a psychiatric hospital.

The patients who live here are naturally mentally ill, in other words - they are all crazy!

Normal people come here, not to mention frightened, but also worried.

I just feel uncomfortable.

Aono must correct the name of the mental hospital here!

In fact, this is all caused by various film and television literature in recent years, which has gradually linked mental hospitals and haunted houses together and slowly demonized them.

It's like there are all kinds of snakes, gods, cows and ghosts in the mental hospital!

- Actually, there really is everything.

But at the very least, it won't be as scary as in a horror movie.

Especially during the day, the vast majority of patients are quiet and immersed in their own world.

When some patients are not sick, they are the same as ordinary people.

As a gold medal patient who grew up in Aoyama Hospital, Aono has a lot to say about this.

A moment later, the doctor led the two of them to the fifth floor, and then into the depths of the hallway.

Generally speaking, the ward deep in the corridor is more likely to be the intensive care unit.

Two or three sturdy nurses walked out of the ward with the number 515.

Nodding to the doctor, "He's quiet." ”

From them, Aono saw Xiaohua's shadow, and when he pressed him the chair in the past, Xiaohua always had this cold, unsmiling expression!

So he smiled at the nurses.

On the contrary, the doctors and they all glanced at Aono in surprise.

"Please come in."

"Be careful, even if you look at the tranquilizer, he still has a certain amount of danger, please be careful."

The doctor said to Aono, but he didn't plan to enter the ward.

Ward 515 is indeed an intensive care ward, the room is very small, smaller than the dormitory of a normal high school, but considering that it is a single room, it is acceptable.

There are no windows here, only the door has a small window that can be opened from the outside.

A normal incandescent lamp was on.

As soon as he walked in the door, the familiar smell of sedative rushed into Aono's nostrils.

Even though the proportions are slightly different, Aono's sense of smell can still be sniffed, and the same drug is used.

'What a dose is this?'

Aono looked at the small bed by the wall, a rickety figure with his back in a crumpled hospital gown, with his back to them.

The beds were messy, and there were some debris scattered on the floor, leaving traces that resembled the aftermath of a fight - the muscles of the nurses were not long in vain!

"Takaji-san?"

Aono shouted at him tentatively.

It's just that the other party didn't react, as if he hadn't heard Aono's question at all.

Aono walked up to him briskly, not caring that he was a dangerous patient.

And seeing the appearance of Takeshi Takaji's eyes, Rao is Qingye, and the surprise disguised was overflowing.

Now Takeshi Takaji, his hair is gray, and his beard is snow-colored.

Wrinkles, like a furrow carved by time, crisscrossed his face.

The skin of the face is as dry and wrinkled as dead wood.

It's a dying old gesture!

His eyes, in particular, lost their luster and stared blankly ahead, as if all changes in the outside world could not affect him.

Even though Aono had long expected that he would change, he never expected that this change would be so big!

Ten years ago, Takeshi Takadera was a middle-aged man in his thirties at best.

Ten years later, he is only in his forties.

But now, not to say that he is sixty years old, but to say that he is already an eighty-year-old man, no one will doubt it.

In ten years, Takeshi Takaji has aged like this?

"Hello?"

"Can you hear me?"

“”

Aono asked two or three more questions in succession, but there was only silence when he answered.

Takeshi Takaji looked blankly in front of him.

The lips moved timidly, making a muffled sound, similar to "Abba Baba Aba"

Aono immediately understood that he could no longer communicate with him in the normal way.

"Kaneshiro-kun, you go out first, it's best not to let outsiders in."

"Okay."

Taiichi Kaneshiro didn't talk nonsense, nor did he hesitate, he just did what Aono said.

I have to say that the attributes of Jincheng Taiyi's believers, although sometimes he is a little embarrassed.

But for the most part, he's a very useful tool.

At least they will not ask questions, but will directly follow the order.

The doctor and three nurses are still at the door in case something happens in the intensive care unit.

As soon as Aono called for help, they could rush into the door as soon as possible.

"Do you think that Aono-san seems a little strange?"

The doctor has been in a psychiatric hospital for so long and has seen all kinds of patients.

He has made great achievements in the field of psychiatry.

Yes, I always feel that Aono's performance is not the same as ordinary people.

Would a normal person have this reaction after coming to a mental hospital?

It's okay not to be scared at all, and it's even quite kind?

"Eh, is there one?"

"He's just very good-looking, isn't he?"

The three nurses disagreed with the doctor.

I just thought that the doctor was jealous of Aono's beauty.

One of the nurses who looked at Aono frowned: "Think about it carefully, is it really a little bit?" ”

They were chatting casually when they heard the door click.

In the doctor's surprised eyes, he saw Taichi Kaneshiro walking out of the door.

"Aono-san, is he alone with the patient?"

The doctor's heart trembled, and the strange feeling in his heart became even more obvious.

Even he doesn't really want to be alone with patients in the intensive care unit right now – he should be accompanied by two more than one nurse.

And Aono did this when he met each other for the first time.

Is this something that a normal person can do?

And it's completely voluntary!

The doctor couldn't even figure out what the good-looking man was thinking.

'Wait'

The doctor in the psychiatric hospital finally thought of a little.

Isn't this situation where he can't guess what the other person is thinking about is the same when he faces most patients?

'Do you say'

The doctor's heart trembled, but he didn't dare to think about it further.

In the room, Aono's eyes met those of Takeshi Takatera.

The underside of the eyes is as black as ink, and there is a unique halo circulating.

If anyone looked directly into Aono's eyes at this time, there would be a feeling that the soul was going to be pulled and attracted away.

In a normal way, naturally there is no way to communicate with Takeshi Takaji.

But Aono doesn't have unconventional means!

It should be mentioned here that the transcendent skill "Hypnotism" seems to be a subordinate skill of "Mind Control", and the two should be combined into one.

Actually, there are quite a few differences.

Mental control is an extremely violent way of directly occupying the consciousness of the other person, manipulating (reducing or adding) certain parts of the opponent's consciousness.

Hypnosis, on the other hand, uses external means to arouse the deepest subconscious of the target's heart, or dig out some secrets from it - it can also achieve a certain degree of control, but the control effect is far less than that of mental control.

They can be seen as a capability focused in two directions.

At the moment, it is clear that "hypnosis" is more appropriate.

By the way, Aono brushed it to lv2 some time ago.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

Through his eyes, Aono gradually peeked into the inner world of Takeshi Takatera.

At this point, it was a mess, made up entirely of a disordered line that was entangled.

The silk threads were pulled away one by one, and the picture that Aono could see became clearer and clearer.

In the dark cavern, something is quietly surging;

Dense clay pots, in which it is not known what is contained;

Distorted human bodies, composing bizarre figures

They flashed in a chaotic manner in front of Aono's eyes, but none of them were the most central place.

'The secret, it's there. ’

A strange and ancient aura spreads in the cramped hospital room