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162 Heavenly Gate Plan

Why did Marceau go and open that obviously strange incubator? Her expression and movements were very strange, as if she was possessed by something.

To be honest, I'm worried about her. She's the kind of woman who can make anyone feel good about her, and more importantly, she's the only person I've ever met in my dreams. What is the difference between her and me compared to others? So much so that only we entered the dream?

Fortunately, I know her name and appearance, and I can find her through various channels, and I have to find her.

Not only Marceau, but I also remembered the appearance of the female ghost, the girl and the boy. I remember the graffiti vividly.

I don't want to think about what happened to Marceau, I prefer to think that she is like me, but there is a voice that keeps reminding me that if something happens to her, it will give us more information. Just like dealing with a vicious criminal, if the other person is smart enough and quick to stop, it will be difficult to catch. But if he continues to commit crimes, then clues will follow one after another until the truth is revealed.

We want to be able to stop the other person before they happen, but the reality is that if the other person doesn't cause the tragedy, we can't catch him.

I pulled my arm out of Tomie's breast and rested it on my head. Before dawn, get some rest.

I don't know how long I slept, it seems like only a few minutes have passed since I closed my eyes. I don't dream, but I can feel my consciousness drifting like nothing, and occasionally I can feel the movement of the people around me, and I want to open my eyes, but my eyelids are very heavy, and my head and body can't move freely, as if my soul is imprisoned in a solid cage.

Although I feel that as long as I calm down, I can fall into a deep sleep, but I have a sense of fear inexplicably, as if once I fall into the depths of darkness, I will never be able to wake up. So, I struggled desperately in a drowsiness. When a ray of light turned white and the sound of the clock came to my ears, I suddenly broke free from my confinement and opened my eyes suddenly.

I felt very sleepy, and I felt better after staring at the ceiling for a while. I tried to move my body, and my neck and back looked like rusty gears.

The door was pushed open, footsteps approached, and Tomie's face entered the view cast into the ceiling. She looked down at me, and when she looked down slightly, she could see the deep cleavage she had exposed as she bent over. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were tied up at some point, and the sunlight that poured in dyed her silhouette with a round of golden light, full of vitality and spirit. That's when I realized that it was already early in the morning.

"You're having nightmares again?" Tomie kissed me on the forehead, "Breakfast is ready, go wash your face, your face is not very good." ”

"You did it?" I'm still a little dazed.

"Sakiya did it, and it looks good."

Memories of yesterday poured out in my head, and suddenly diluted the feeling of drowsiness and the strange dream. I struggled to think about it, and felt that my thoughts from that night had become a little fragmented by this time. It's like daylight not only diluting the gloom, but also dispelling dark memories and thoughts. Maybe I should have written it down on paper, but I was too tired.

"I had that dream again." I say.

Tomie didn't speak, just turned his head sideways and met me with bright eyes. She knew what dreams I was referring to.

"I met a woman named Marceau." I don't know if I want to sue her or myself, "I tried to save her, but I might have failed." ”

If it were someone else, they might have comforted me by saying that it was just a dream, but I knew it was more than just a dream.

"Possibly?" Tomie just said to me, "Failure is not possible. Since you're not sure, then I think you'll see her again. ”

"Well, I hope so." I was in a better mood with her explanation. Sitting up with her help, I felt a little backache.

"What kind of woman is she?" Tomie said.

"Psychotherapist, senior ji-mei." I remembered Marceau's self-introduction, and I unconsciously touched my chest, but unlike in the dream, there were no clothes on me, and of course there was no business card from her, not even a photo of Irene. I remember that Irene's picture was in the hands of the optician, and no matter how much I recalled, I couldn't remember what was on the business card. Ah, that's the reality. I deeply felt that between dream and reality, between day and night, across a bottomless cliff, standing at one end and looking at the other, what I saw was hidden in a white mist.

"Ji girl? My skills are much better than those of Ji Nu. Tomie smiled wickedly and lowered his head between my legs.

My spirit was a little sluggish, but my body reacted sensitively. A pleasant sensation ran down the nerves like electricity, and only a minute had passed when the battle was over. She devoured the cloudy white liquid into her stomach and licked her tongue with great satisfaction. As she said, my body seemed to have been unloaded, and my head was awakened by the impact of pleasure.

"Look, isn't that a lot better?" Tomie pulled me up.

When I went down to the living room, Sakiya was undressing her apron, and the breakfast on the table was no different from what I usually cooked. Butter bread, milk and fried eggs, which look steaming hot, are the only things in this country, which I thought were a novelty earlier, but this time I miss the domestic dishes a little.

"Good morning, Achuan." Sakiya heard the movement and turned to greet me. She looked good, it seemed that all the embarrassment of last night had been swept away, and there was no reluctance on her face, as if she had lived with me in the big black market. Although he didn't deal with Tomie much last night, the feeling of-for-tat is much lighter now. She wore jeans today, her legs looked more slender and powerful, and her upper body was still a white shirt, but the hem was knotted.

After washing, I put on the glasses I bought yesterday and stared at the mirror. Feeling that his head was a little long, Sakuya asked for a rubber band and tied it up on his back. For some reason, the face in the mirror is sometimes distorted, contoured, and as pale as a patient, but in the blink of an eye it is completely normal. I was startled when I saw that face for the first time, but gradually I got used to it.

Whose face is that? But it must not be my face. No one I've ever met looks like that. I don't know if it's because I'm hallucinating because of my mental breakdown, or if it's a hint from some kind of force.

"Listen to Ajiang, you've been having nightmares a lot lately?" Sakuya asked, tearing the bread with her mouth. She used a nickname for Tomie, and it seemed that she really had no worries, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well, it should have something to do with this mission." I say.

"Is your report ready?"

When she mentioned that, I remembered. There were so many things that happened yesterday that I haven't had time to report them yet. However, if that dream about a mental hospital is frequent, no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to keep up with the progress. I was a little worried that Jung would be popular, but his attitude was tepid, but he was a cautious and conscientious man, and he would never allow the players to let things go unchecked, especially the ones who procrastinated.

"Don't worry, I've got you covered. Anyway, we are partners, and we won't be gossiped about together. Tomie said nonchalantly on the other side.

Hearing her say that, I finally put my mind at ease. Tomie is a master of figuring out people's hearts, and she says that Jung will not pursue it, so that is how it should be. However, what I experienced was a bit unbelievable, and after explaining it at the meeting, others should understand it, and maybe even get excited. From a third-party perspective, it is indeed an interesting and meaningful experience.

On the way to the villa, I re-sifted and put together those fragmented memories and wrote them down in my notebook one by one. When I was a student, I was sometimes complacent about having more knowledge than others, but after I came out of the apocalyptic vision, I felt that my knowledge was too poor. The application of weapons, tactics and strategies, psychological analysis, and intelligence screening that are often used have not been systematically studied. Foreign languages are also so-so, and only ordinary everyday conversations can be carried out. Now I feel like I lack some talent for painting.

I wanted to draw the characters and doodles in my head, but I just sketched them out and tore them off, and I didn't want to be seen as bad as toddler graffiti. When I stuffed the crumpled manuscript paper into my pocket, a strange expression appeared on Sakiya's face as she looked straight ahead, and I thought she must have seen it, and I couldn't help but be very embarrassed. Although I took sketch classes when I was a student, I was only at an average level in the class at that time, and I was not interested, so those skills were long gone.

So there are only these few lines left in the notebook:

-- Reality --

Erin A. Mar Jones: Client of the psychiatric hospital fire.

Marseille: Irene's son, who left the town after the death of both his parents, is said to have seen his mother, Irene, and returned to the town because she suspected that she was not dead.

Owner of the optical shop: Firefighter of the fire in a mental hospital, love Erin, Erin's dead witness. a. Mar Jones

Engels: The sheriff, who is suspected to be an insider of the fire in the psychiatric hospital, and who tried to cover up the evidence, may have had an underground deal with the murderer.

-- Dream --

Psychiatric Hospital: The cause of the occurrence is unknown, and the time is suspected to be the night before the fire. The outer hall is the chapel, dedicated to the Virgin Mary. Inside is the sick room, which may be carrying out the human body realization. There is graffiti in rooms 1o7 and 113, the door number is removed, and the door number is engraved with a sharp weapon, and a monster will be born inside, and it is speculated that the monster is related to the encounter and subconscious of the owner of the room at that time.

Girl: Details are unknown, but it is suspected that they are patients in psychiatric hospitals, or relatives of patients, who may have died in the fire ten years ago, and are mostly found in and around graffiti rooms.

Boy: Details unknown, the graffiti room monster appeared after it was born, and then escaped from the dream.

Marceau: Another person who entered the dream realm, the details of which are unknown, may be in the town, but not a townsman, and his fate is unknown at this time.

Face Bug: Suspected to be a monster born in Room 1o7 of the patient's room, the person sees the shape of an insect and a pattern on the abdomen like a human face, similar to the portrait in the graffiti on the door, and the third person sees a flame. There is a burning sensation after being eaten.

Female ghost: grimace, a monster born in room 113 of the operating room, facial features similar to the person in the graffiti on the wall, suspected to be a patient who has been subjected to human body realization, and has brain problems. Screaming produces concussion waves, and positive exposure will cause the human body to decompose.

The words missing and burned are circled. Although in the previous analysis of the criminal file, all the methods of death were to cover for the disappearance, but since there were fires in the past, and now the mental hospital in the dream also emphasizes burning, the flames are likely to be the murderer's criminal label, and cannot be confused with other methods of death.

I could have written in more detail, but the car had already arrived at the villa. We had just gone up to the second floor and saw Jung coming out of his office. He looked over, and as usual, greeted him with a calm expression and a voice that seemed stereotypical.

"You're late."

"I'm not in great shape." I say.

"You can see it. Did something happen? Jung asked keenly.

"Yes, I said, I had a dream and I did it again last night."

"It doesn't seem like an ordinary dream."

"Yes, I think it's necessary to include this dream in the scope of analysis." I handed him the notebook.

Jung took it, and looked through it before entering the conference room. He stopped at the doorway and handed me back the notebook with a look of caution on his face.

"You'll have to analyze it at the meeting, no problem, right?"

"No problem."

We pushed open the door and walked in one by one. Everyone else had arrived, and the room was as lively as yesterday, as it had been yesterday, and it had become quiet as soon as Jung entered. Everyone knows that the day's work has begun. At this time, everyone at the conference table had a report file, and the last four of us to come in also divided our report files with the others.

"According to yesterday's team assignment, the team leader will report, and other people in the team can supplement." Jung said calmly, then opened one of them: "Locke, you come first. ”

"Okay." Locke turned the fountain pen in his hand, clipped it to his ear, and without looking at his own report, he told what happened to them with confidence. That's when I learned that the name of the hilltop apartment was called "Mental Hospital". According to the salesman, although the name is inauspicious, it has a unique charm when combined with the history of the town, after all, their customers are people who are full of curiosity, looking for the whimsical and exciting.

"In other words, the name is a bait." Locke described, "Still, I think it's not just ordinary guests, maybe there's something else to it." Many years ago, legendary shamans valued names as insignificant, believing them to be full of mysterious natural powers. ”

"Yes, wizards feel that if their names are known to other wizards, their lives will be in the hands of the other ones." Bach chimed in: "Although this may seem like a myth, the name also has an extraordinary meaning in modern scientific research. It represents a character and a heritage, and once the name is lost, the role of the zài is blurred, and thus gradually loses its continuity. I wonder if the apartment preserves some of the legacy of the former psychiatric hospital? And these legacies must be under a referential name, for example, the result of the psychological and spiritual research of similar religions.

Yesterday afternoon, BT asked me to look up someone's name and I showed something interesting. ”

Bach said as he got up to fiddle with the slide projector, like a child who couldn't wait to show off his new. After a while, a bust of a woman was projected. That kind of arrogant and indifferent demeanor, and the clothes full of aristocratic atmosphere, is not Erin A Mar Jones who else.

"The lady's name was Erin Amar Jones and she was one of the victims of the fire that year. Her husband's name was Munch A. Witt, and her son's name was Marseille A. Witt. Erin was born in a family with a long history, and her ancestors had knighthoods, but by the time Erin's generation had been canceled, and she was left with only one descendant, which can be described as a thin number.

Erin was diagnosed with mental illness at an early age, and after marrying Munch, she moved to the town to recuperate, giving birth to her son, Marseille, who was in charge of delivering the baby, Mr. Hind, the original owner of the hilltop mental hospital. Interestingly, Stand and Munch are good friends, studied at the same university, have the same mentor, have PhDs in psychology, sociology, and medicine, and have been involved in a top-secret research program code-named 'Tianmen' with state funding. ”

"Heaven's Gate?" Jung frowned, "I seem to have heard of it somewhere." ”

"This is a confidential study that is supported by multiple legitimate religions and is not publicly available. They tried to explore the secrets of the soul through the human subconscious, collective consciousness, and the illusion of death, and claimed to have achieved a research result called the 'Mind Body'. ”

"Missing the body? Does it refer to the soul? Dada asked.

Most of the people in the room looked puzzled. I've been reading a lot of mythical, grotesque, supernatural, and conscious texts lately, so I know a little bit about the definition of the mindful body.

"The so-called mindful body splits from some matrix with soul life, and is a doppelganger-like being that does not have self-consciousness. It is possible that there is more than one parent and that it is possible to have a sense of self. The generation of the thinking body is often because the mother has a strong desire that is not completed, and part of the consciousness is scattered to form the thinking body. I explained: "So, rather than the soul, the body of thoughts is the residue of human consciousness, and most likely the mixture of some of the strongest emotions and desires before death." The only thing it has in common with the soul is that it is able to exist without relying on the body. ”

"Does it sound more theoretical than the soul, has the mind body been determined to be real?" Jung asked calmly.

"No, it's the same as the soul, it's the type that thinks there is zài but there is no evidence to prove that there is actually zài." Bach said: "Although the 'Gate of Heaven' claims to have manifested the body of thoughts, no evidence can be found. And after that, for unknown reasons, the research was discontinued, and all the archives were sealed. I hacked into the library of related numbers, but there was no relevant information left in it."

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