The collective unconscious. ”

Qiao Qiao put down the information and said.

"This is a psychological theory, the unconscious is the opposite of consciousness, the psychology formed by the most primitive impulses, desires, perceptions and experiences, etc., while the collective unconscious is similar to the general existence of the underlying psychology of all human beings."

"The rationale for this is that there are many things called archetypes that have nothing to do with culture, race, or geography."

Hearing Qiao Qiao's words, Yariko's eyes turned into circles.

"Teacher, what does this have to do with the problems we are encountering now?"

"Well, it doesn't matter, it's just that I suddenly thought of this, although it is possible that slashing people with an axe is a prototype image that belongs to the hospital, but it should be more than just a dream for a specific person."

Qiao Qiao shook his head.

The most likely scenario is that there is a strange haunting in the hospital and disturbing the mind.

But just now, Qiao Qiao's spiritual vision and psychic did not find these strange existences.

It's weird.

Everything seems to be perfectly normal, but this is nothing more than the delusion of a psychopath in the psychiatric department.

But for Qiao Qiao, this kind of normality is very abnormal.

It was already early, and Qiao Qiao copied some important materials and prepared to take them home.

He rode a small motorcycle, carrying Ya Lizi back, and suddenly, Qiao Qiao felt something.

It seems like I haven't been to the boss for a long time, I wonder how he is?

He asked, thinking so.

"Yariko, I'm going to go to the boss's side later, what?"

"Ah, I'll go wherever the teacher goes!"

Ariko replied without hesitation.

The two came to a secluded alley in Shinjuku.

The late-night cafeteria had just opened at this time.

After parking the car, Qiao Qiao lifted the curtain and found that there were still no other customers in the late-night canteen, only the boss leaned alone at the table and smoked.

"Here we are."

When the boss saw Qiao Qiao, he said without emotion.

Then I saw Ya Lizi behind Qiao Qiao.

"Also here?"

He was stunned, and hurriedly extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand that had just been smoked for a short time in the ashtray.

"Boss, I want a pork soup set."

Qiaoqiao is familiar with the single lane.

"Then I'll also have pork soup for a set meal."

Yariko followed Qiao Qiao and said.

"Okay."

The boss clapped his hands, returned to the back kitchen, and after a while, served two pork soup sets.

"Before the earthquake, is the boss okay here?"

Qiao Qiao picked up the soup bowl of pork soup and blew lightly, and the fragrance of freshly sprinkled green onions mixed with fat was inhaled into his nose, making people unconsciously secrete saliva.

"It's okay, it's okay."

The boss subconsciously glanced at the location of the small warehouse.

"That's good, I also think there should be no problem on the boss's side."

Qiao Qiao nodded, then picked up a piece of pork mixed with green onions, wrapped it in a ball of rice, and put it in his mouth.

The juice of the pork penetrates into the hot rice, relieving the oiliness and making it delicious.

"Boss, do you know Showa University?"

Qiao Qiao stopped his chopsticks slightly and asked.

Since the boss has been in Tokyo for so many years, he should know more or less about the events related to Showa University.

"I know, I know, isn't that a medical university, what's wrong?"

The boss rubbed his chin and asked rhetorically.

Qiao Qiao briefly said that he got the clues left by Tuyumen Qingming, and went to Showa University to investigate the information he learned.

"Do you kill people in your dreams......"

The boss couldn't help but take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and when he saw that he was about to light them, he noticed Ya Lizi, who was feasting on the food in the bowl, and put the cigarette on the table.

"The soul slayer over there in Shinagawa, I remember ......"

The boss thought for a moment, then spoke as if confused.

"I don't seem to know much either, it's strange, I always feel like I should know one or two people."

He scratched the back of his head.

"Sure enough, the boss can't help it?"

Qiao Qiao sighed.

It seems that the problem here is really tricky.

Qiao Qiao quickly finished dinner, and while waiting for Ya Lizi to finish eating, he took out the information again and read it carefully for the second time.

"A woman who has lived alone at home for seven years doesn't make financial sense."

The boss gave a casual glance.

"Indeed."

Qiao Qiao always felt that he had overlooked something important, but he couldn't think of anything.

"By the way, I have to talk to Sayoko, I won't go home for dinner tonight."

He thought of the three girls in the family again and took out his mobile phone.

Just as Qiao Qiao took out his mobile phone, something fell out of his pocket, but before it could fall to the ground, Qiao Qiao had already caught it flexibly.

It was a pocket watch.

A prototype scaled-down version of Einstein's augmented reality anchor, the area that can be affected is limited, and Qiao Qiao is all used as a talisman to carry on his body.

When he saw this pocket watch, Qiao Qiao suddenly felt as if he had realized something.

He turned it on and gently pressed the switch.

“！”

It was as if the originally hazy world had instantly become clear, and Qiao Qiao felt that the gray mist that had enveloped him before suddenly dissipated.

"It's memetic contamination!"

Qiao Qiao couldn't help but stand up.

"What?"

Ya Lizi had just put down her chopsticks, and when she heard Qiao Qiao's words, she was confused.

But as the three-meter radius of Einstein's augmented reality anchor radiated to her body, Arriko's expression was as if she had an epiphany.

"It's quite an advanced antimemetic, and even the thought of memetic contamination has been dispelled."

Qiao Qiao said.

Everything almost suddenly became clear.

"What?"

The boss still doesn't know what Qiao Qiao is talking about.

"Well, to put it simply, I'm afraid that when I entered Showa Hospital, I was already entangled in the weirdness of antimemes."

"The weirdness of this antimemetic is able to erase almost all traces of its own existence, even ordinary psionic sights and psychics can't detect it, and not only that, but it also prevents us from thinking about memes, thus ignoring this possibility."

"No wonder I thought there were a lot of clues before, but I couldn't think of a way to crack it, probably because even the concept of 'meme' was erased by that weirdness."

Qiao Qiao gradually straightened out his thoughts.

It's weird, it's not complicated.

What really makes it powerful is its powerful antimemetic abilities.

Even soul slayers like Qiao Qiao and Ya Lizi were blinded by it, so those doctors and patients would definitely not be able to detect it.

Maybe it's a weird evolved skill to survive the fierce competition for survival.

Hide yourself and clean up.

"In this way, maybe Ms. Yasuda's husband and daughter are all ......"

Yariko seemed to think of something, and spoke a little stunned, but before she could finish speaking, she hurriedly stood up when she saw Qiao Qiao's body.

"Teacher, ...... on the pants"

She pointed to Qiao Qiao's trouser leg.

There, there was a bloody handprint.