[My name is Bus. 】

Yu Chi's spirit is connected to the projection of the alien literati who feels the alien baby, and uses the mental barrier technique, and the name "Bux" naturally emerges. It's like reading a diary, and it's like writing this diary.

Exotic texts, scattered in the diary.

Some are line-by-line and can be read coherently; Some are just broken words, unfamiliar, weird, and difficult to know.

Yu Chi gathered his mind into those coherent sentences, and there was a hallucinatory shaking in front of him, as if something had happened before, in another world, another time and space.

[Even Dr. Carlopp said I should have died as soon as I was born.] 】

The more the illusion swelled, the more the anxiety intensified, and Yu Chi allowed himself to try his best to calm down and contact the dark power.

The mental barrier is a self that needs to be built by itself, and now maybe Buss is the prototype, or maybe that's the original story:

I was a deformity, born without even a single rib, and all my internal organs were weakly crammed together...... Whoever Dr. Carlop looked at me and shook his head, all the medicine at their disposal indicated that I should die. But I survived, not a day, not a year, I lived long enough......

My parents wished I had been born dead, but they feared blasphemy against the gods, their beloved goddess of life.

All life has value, and all life is a precious gift from the Goddess of Life......

Therefore even the most deformed and abominable life, the life born of sin, must be cherished. No abortion, no infanticide.

Abandon a life that God has given you, and you will be forsaken by God as well......

Fear of the gods and blind faith imprison and drive them...... The more they feared offending the gods, the more careful they took care of me...... Spend a huge amount of money to install external mechanical ribs...... Is this love? It is said that love is conditional, and that a beautiful woman will not fall in love with a deformed person...... If there are so many conditions for love, is it still the so-called love, or is it a gorgeous disguise of other things......

These questions, too many questions, have been haunting me.

Who am I? If I wasn't sick, who am I? 】

Yu Chi's mind was churning chaotically, as if he couldn't suppress it, and he would be swallowed up by the barrier that had not yet been built.

This alien projection was distorting his mind......

Yu Chi opened his eyes and saw other people standing in front of different incubators, obviously it was not very smooth, Lou Xiaoning's brows were furrowed, and Uncle Dan's face became a little strange...... Everyone was contending with their own alien projections, and no one stopped the action.

And the pillar of the mind is the strong support of all.

Yu Chi is building a barrier, and at the same time, he maintains a clear sense of self with the mental pillar he has built up with his love for archaeology.

Magnificent mausoleums, magnificent relics, mysterious symbols......

These loves and pursuits are stable in Yu Chi, and deep in his heart, he still knows who is Yu Chi, who is Wang Haifeng, and who is Bux.

But it also caused the connection between him and Bus's projection to shake, and the image of the illusion flickered, and the deformed man who hung the body of a doctor Kalopp from the ruined bell tower with his face hidden in the shadows became more and more blurred......

Yu Chi gritted his teeth and once again focused his spirit on that sentence:

Who am I? If I wasn't sick, who am I? 】

Bus?

When I was a child, I would always think about why me, if I wasn't born with a total loss of ribs, if I was born healthy, I could run like everyone else, I could confess to the girl I liked, I could have a different life......

But...... The person who thinks about this kind of what ifs is me, it's me, the deformed Box......

If Brooks had been born healthy, I wouldn't have existed, never existed......

That healthy Bus, maybe full of charm, maybe disdainful, maybe ordinary and mediocre......

But in his head, he doesn't have the emotions that I have...... He doesn't have my experience, he won't understand me. Perhaps he will also treat people like me with contempt, feeling that such people are pitiful, unthreatening, unguarded, powerless to fight back, never to come out, weak......

So, am I still Busks? Is Brooks still me?

No, I understand no...... It was a congenital total rib loss that made me exist. Otherwise, there would be no me. If I was born healthy, I would not value my birthright, and if I did not pay for my pain, I would not try to get rid of it.

Shake off? A healthy person should hate the pain of disease, but should I, I am raised by such pain......

Sickness is my Creator.

At this moment, Yu Chi could barely suppress the churning dark power, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

This mental barrier is condensed in his mind little by little, and every bit is a painful bits and pieces, but it is these that constitute this self, constitute Bux, and possibly also constitute Lin Jing, and other negative choices......

Sentences composed of exotic characters appeared more and more, with more unclear meanings, like the muffled thunder of the dark night sky.

What have humans cured? 】

[Isn't illness a sense of alienation in a way......]

[Disease, isn't it easy to divide people, we, you, we, you ......]

[A plague can expose the true form of people who claim to feed on love. 】

[Why am I a disease?] 】

[Rejoice here, grieve there. 】

[No solution.] 】

They are afraid of us, they despise us, they hate us, they want us to disappear. They, us. 】

[Born with twelve pairs of ribs is a disease.] Born with plate bones, it is healthy. 】

[Return the world to its original form.] They hate me, and I hate hypocrisy. 】

[Dr. Carlopp, what did you cure?] 】

[I've noticed you. 】

Now you are the negative choice, just like us. You live out of pain, you feed on misery. This taste will change you, and you will no longer be the same person you used to be. In your mind, you see yourself and others, all corpses, the stinky obvious, the stinky deceitful and the unstinky deceitful. 】

[Hello, Yu Chi. My name is Box-Langton, and I'm welcome to the Negative Choice Life Society. 】

Several mental pillars suddenly shook violently, and Yu Chi's right hand exploded in pain, and he suddenly pulled away from the forehead of the strange baby uncontrollably.

His right hand was trembling, and he felt that his fingers were all together, unable to stretch out, and deformed......

He also felt something in his mind, tossing and turning, tearing, shattering......

"Captain Yu!?" Deng Ximei hurriedly walked up, Wu Shiyu made a gesture to make the old seal, and even Tongye and the others who were through the surveillance camera seemed to have felt a chill. The baby Xiao Haifeng in the incubator cried loudly.

"I, I...... It's okay......" Yu Chi said hoarsely, although the mental pillar was hit with some slight cracks, it could still stand for the time being.

And there is a layer of spiritual barriers, which are built...... Ready to move, and suppressed......

The sentences were engraved in his mind like inscriptions, but he didn't know what they all meant.

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