Regarding this cult video, the Tianji Bureau has communicated with FBM, and the reply is that it is still tracking the location of the original uploader.

So what exactly does the video mean? What does it do? Provocation? Declare war?

After Gu Jun watched this video, he felt a kind of discomfort like a fish in his throat, the danger was imminent, but he didn't know what it was.

"I'm going to talk to Deng Ximei again." He told Tongye and them that this breakthrough should not be put on hold any longer.

Now Deng Ximei is still imprisoned in the base of the Spell Department, and this time the operatives are escorted to the foot of the mountain forest next to the base, and the two are still talking alone. After Gu Jun took some things and left the medical building, he went to this meeting place, and when he arrived, Deng Ximei had already arrived.

The foot of the mountain was silent, and she stood by the dark woods, still calm.

The guards followed the two people farther away, but there were surveillance cameras and sentry posts everywhere, and it was impossible to escape.

"Miss Deng, here are some suicide notes." Gu Jun handed her a stack of suicide notes in his hand, "All of them are suicide notes from people who died in this new legion disease plague." ”

Deng Ximei looked at him and reached out to take it.

In the past two days, she has been allowed to access some new information from the outside world, and know the general situation of the plague.

"The global death toll is more than 2 million." Gu Jun said in a deep voice, "If every deceased person wrote a suicide note and put it here, it could drown us like a flood." I don't know what you'll think, but I implore you to think about the situation again, and whether or not you want to do your part. ”

Deng Ximei silently read a suicide note, and then the next one.

She read three suicide notes, and her eyes gradually changed a little, "I watched that video before I came out, it may be the beginning of a sacrificial ceremony......"

"Miss Deng." Gu Jun stopped her, and most importantly, whether she was credible, "Can you tell me all these things from the beginning?" ”

Deng Ximei looked at the dark night, paused for a while, and finally had a hint of determination in her voice: "Yes." After that I'm probably going to go crazy and never get my spirit back, so the rest...... Good luck. ”

"What do you mean?" Gu Jun frowned and asked, she said very seriously and sincerely.

"Gu Jun." Deng Ximei didn't look at him, her voice became stiff, "Only you left back then, and for so many years, only you left." ”

Gu Jun's heart was cold, "You mean ......"

"Mental barriers." Deng Ximei suddenly said a spell-like word, she walked forward, her long black hair was blown up by the night breeze.

"Once upon a time there was a girl who was kept in a cage since she was a child." "Every day I do something I don't want to do. But the girl learned a kind of psychology technique from another world, and by imagining many things for herself and imagining another life, she built a spiritual barrier so that she would not go crazy. ”

Gu Jun understood, and immediately felt that the night wind was colder, and the surrounding trees in early autumn showed a desolation.

What Deng Ximei said was taken away by her parents when she was a child, and then she has been wandering in the wild for many years, which is just a kind of mental barrier, a dream bubble created by herself.

Once she is to be fully open about her true experience, it is for her to face her true self......

Sometimes, the hardest thing for people to face is themselves.

If that mental barrier were broken, she might fall into a kind of insanity, because her reality was madness and confusion.

"Then let's take our time." Gu Jun exhaled, not completely believing her, but unwilling to possibly drive that girl to a dead end.

"No, you listen." Deng Ximei has already made up her mind, "This is a good season for withering. ”

"Wait!" Gu Jun called out to her again, Mind Barrier Technique, he thought of something, "I may have another way." ”

In addition to Zu Gejili's dream, he also had a blank dream, which was originally intended to establish a connection with Wu Shiyu, and he often needed to chat with Xianyu at work and in life. But now there is no other way, and in the dream, he can better distinguish between what Deng Ximei said is true and false.

At that moment, Gu Jun gave Deng Ximei a general explanation, and asked her about one of her dreams.

"Sweet dreams?" Deng Ximei pondered for a long time, "Between the mountains and fields, all the flowers in the four seasons bloom at the same time." ”

"No problem, anything can be achieved in a sweet dream." Gu Jun held her hand and closed his eyes and concentrated. He wasn't afraid of what she did, there were snipers staring at him in the distance, and his consciousness wasn't completely defenseless......

Perhaps there is indeed a special connection between the spirit children, and the process of establishing this dream for Deng Ximei is very smooth.

In a short time, in the dilapidated little theater, the only spectator in the audience changed to the appearance of a tall and thin woman.

Deng Ximei turned her eyes to look around, looked at the stage, and her expression was slightly surprised.

"Miss Deng, can you feel it?" Gu Jun said, and the voice sounded in the theater, "Here you can make your consciousness independent, and the perceptual impact will be smaller, which can be said to be another kind of mental barrier." Say whatever you want, stop as soon as you feel uncomfortable, I don't want to see you go crazy. ”

“…… Well. Deng Ximei was silent for a while before she nodded, her beautiful face changing because of the thoughts that began to churn.

Here, Gu Jun can clearly feel her melancholy and stubbornness, what she has experienced......

Deng Ximei looked at the flowers on the stage that should have bloomed in different seasons and spoke slowly.

It was as if she was telling him, like telling the flowers, and like telling herself, the self hiding in the mental barrier.

"My name is Deng Ximei, and I have been in a den of thieves since I can remember.

I'm a spirit child, and I'm surrounded by spirit children. We weren't sensible at that time, and the thieves did whatever they told us to do. Because the psychic child experiment was full of incertainty, they were not prepared to see the provenant as the core of the future from the beginning, but as a tool for them to squeeze and sacrifice.

Not every spirit child is considered successful, and there are also degrees of success, you are the most successful one, and I am not insignificant.

You gave them words, and after I learned, I gave them stories.

As a child, I had the gift of writing poems that used to exist in that world, and it helped them to reclaim a lost civilization.

We knew each other when we were young, and we were very good, and we made many promises to children.

Now that I think about it, I don't count them.

Not long after you left, when I was not yet 7 years old, I was taken to the mountains, trapped there, feeling nature with my heart, using isolation to prolong the inspiration of the spirit child, and they wanted me to write more stories. I don't hate nature, but I hate those people.

My parents...... Those two people are indeed my parents by blood. But the spirit children have another otherworldly identity, so I also have a name called "Ligia". "Miss Lygia," that's what my parents usually call me. In fact, I've only seen them a few times over the years.

The older I get and the more I see, the more I doubt what those people do, their malice, their madness, their hurting ...... Does it really make sense.

But I hid all these thoughts, I didn't let them notice it, and I didn't tell them about the mental barrier, I gave myself a layer of protection.

But because I haven't been able to come up with new stories for a long time, the ordinary stories I make up myself are useless. Last year, they wanted to try to get into my brain and scan it to see if there was anything else valuable. They sent my parents to do this.

Because those two people are related to me by blood, and they have the most special spiritual connection, and they are the best at doing this kind of thing.

They asked my parents to take me on a 'vacation', which was actually a walk to another mountain forest, wanting to use the space and intimacy to strengthen the connection.

That night, I didn't know how things would end up like that......"

Having said this, Deng Ximei's mood was obviously greatly impacted, and in the theater from under her feet, fine cracks spread on the floor, quickly covering the small theater, the flowers on the stage were withering, and the whole dream bubble began to shake violently.

Gu Jun hurriedly asked her not to say it yet, because he could feel that what she said was true, all true.

If it weren't for the sweet dream, the pain and distortion just now would have been enough to break through her mental barrier, and then swallow her will.

But this collapse may only take one more rift to happen, let alone a stormy blow.

He knew what happened next that night.

However, Deng Ximei continued to speak, her face became more and more weird, painful, sad, cold, happy, and relieved...... All mixed together.

"At first, they were very kind, and I seemed to have tasted a sense of affection. But soon, when we started that heart-to-heart game, their malice was revealed. They wanted to use spells to push my spirit into darkness, so maybe I would remember more useful stories......

It was also at that time that I flipped through some of the information in their minds, the Tianji Bureau, the contact point, and the longitude and latitude coordinates that I only figured out a few days ago.

They were going to push me into the darkness, and my mental barrier saved me, and I didn't fall into sanity, and then, I had a decision.

It wasn't a sudden impulse, it wasn't a momentary confusion, it was something I did after thinking about it for a long time and considering everything I knew.

I killed my parents, and I used the rope they were going to use to tie hammocks to the tree, and I hung them.

After that, I left there, ran out of the mountains and forests, and ran all the way to the Heavenly Machine Bureau, to my new life. ”

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