The bus had a total of 23 seats, but it was not full by the time it departed, and like everyone else, Dr. Nguyen Le and I stuffed our large suitcases into the cargo box under the bus. In the midst of the chaotic conversation, the bus started, and the bald middle-aged man in charge of arranging the trip began to wipe his sweat with a handkerchief again, and he sat in the passenger seat, trying to talk to the driver, but in exchange for an awkward silence. The driver was a large, dark-skinned man, and although he wore a hat, the depth of the hat could not completely cover his head, and the exposed part was shiny, I guess it was a bald head. The driver didn't look back, so I couldn't see him clearly, and when I first got in the car, he was adjusting the rearview mirror so that no one could peep through the rearview mirror.

Between the driver's seat and the passenger seat is erected a steel strip baffle, and although the driver is burly, it is blocked by the same volume of seats, and in general, it is not noticeable, especially since his silence has been all the time, and it is easy for others to ignore his existence.

I don't know if these arrangements are intentional.

No one in the car paid attention to the situation in the cab, and the bald middle-aged man didn't seem ready to mingle with the passengers, and the atmosphere in the passenger seat and the atmosphere in the driver's seat were like a completely different world, isolated by the polished steel baffle. I suddenly smelled something strange, and I didn't know if it was my delusion. Because, no one else has a special expression.

Because of a certain premonition of mysterious events, I always focus my attention on something that seems "unique" on the spot. In this bus, the person who cares me the most is the person sitting in the driver's seat. They are leaders in a sense, and in the occult, "leaders" often have a deeper meaning and a unique background. I don't know much about drivers and bald middle-aged people, but there's no doubt about it. They were specially sent by the seminar, and regardless of their own position, they all represented the position of the symposium in a certain way.

It is this kind of concern, as well as knocking on the side to understand the two people in the driver's seat, the more ** the information obtained, the more scarce it is. The more it is full of mystery.

However, even if I make others aware of this now, I will only be unable to attract the attention of others because of my status as a "mentally ill person". To convince others, it often takes more facts and persuasive eloquence to make people face up to the facts. But either way, I don't have it for the time being, after all. Every one of these people around me is someone who has studied psychology. I think they may trust what they see and what they judge.

In psychology, the "observation" link is very important, and I believe that everyone here. Before and after getting on the bus, I have already made careful observations of other people and things. But. But I can't understand their judgment, because the people here are all ordinary, and this ordinariness is very likely to be buried in their own judgments.

Maybe. The people in the bus weren't all Sherlock Holmes, but it made me feel like everyone was trying to be a Sherlock Holmes. As for who is the opponent? What is it? In everyone's mind, there is an idea of their own. Maybe it's the driver. Maybe it's Dr. Nguyen Lê, maybe it's the balding middle-aged man, maybe it's someone in the guest room, maybe it's someone else who wasn't there at the seminar.

The problem I am facing today is that the "observation", "logic", and "judgment" of people, which allowed me to grasp information earlier, could not have the same vivid effect as in the past. In my eyes, everyone here seems to be suspicious, but in terms of behavior and expression, they are all within the normal range, and even the most suspicious drivers have no actual evidence.

Of course, because I am a battle-hardened fourth-level Demon Emilisation Emissary, I still have confidence in myself even if I don't have enough information to feel like I'm in a dark cave. It's just that no one likes to grope in a dark cave, accustomed to being able to uncover the fog through observation, and will not like to be hazy because observation is ineffective. Here, my combat effectiveness was not affected, but it had a powerful impact on my habits.

I think it's terrible to be around a group of psychologists with deep hearts.

Dr. Nguyen Li didn't seem to think so much, and her expression seemed to be telling me that "thinking too much" was a manifestation of mental illness. I also feel that in fact, I shouldn't have such a huge association with everything I encounter, but when the idea comes up, it's like foaming in soapy water, and I can't help but feel how much comes out.

In order to calm my mind, I started to eat snacks and let my eyes fall completely on the scenery outside the window, only through my ears, to feel the atmosphere inside the car. Nothing happened in the city of Paris, where the buses drove all the way into the fast lanes of the suburbs, and although it was a cosmopolitan city, the scenery in the distance outside the suburbs was not as lifeless as that of concrete buildings. Some deliberately opened the windows of their cars, and soon the air was filled with more water. The weather forecast was being broadcast in the car, and there would be rain and fog today, and I smelled the smell of water vapor peculiar to rainy days from the humid air.

The conversation in the car gradually subsided, and soon, the sound of the motor took up most of it, and the interior of the car was a little too quiet. I ate the dried plums and looked around at the people in the car, most of them were doing their own thing, and they seemed to have no time to care. There are also many people like Dr. Nguyen Li who read professional books, but there are also people who wear headphones for entertainment. The two people in the driver's seat haven't looked back to take care of the atmosphere in the car for a long time.

I don't know how other people feel, but I feel a heaviness myself, as if the silence continues to accumulate weight as time passes.

Maybe I'm too sensitive, and no one else looks like they care.

I couldn't help but think that maybe on the way to the seminar, something would happen.

Thinking so, the scenery outside the window, except for the road, has gradually faded from the city's style, and has fallen into a barren mountain range. Even though it was daytime, the shade of the trees on both sides of the road could not cover the sky above the inner side of the road, but it still did not allow me to feel the brightness and warmth of the sun. I don't know when the weather began to darken, and the clouds, like a heavy quilt, suspended overhead.

According to Dr. Nguyen Lê, we will be driving along the highway for a day and a night. Arrive at a ferry port and take a ferry to the other side of the river, which is less than an hour's journey to the resettlement villa area. It's not an island, it's just a lake and a river, and it's rich in water. Therefore, the vegetation is particularly lush, which can be used as a landscape advantage for real estate development. The developer, a real estate company owned by Dallas, has just been completed. In other words, we, the first to stay in that villa.

The duration of the seminar alone will not exceed a week, and the party activities organized after the conference will be about ten days. But. Dr. Nguyen Le told me that we would stay longer, about one month to three months, and I knew that this extra time was the time for Dr. Nguyen Le to fulfill the contract. She needed to work for Dallas in exchange for various supports on non-academic issues. She tried to tap into the other's energy, before going back. Find a way to suppress or treat my condition.

Even though such thoughts put her in danger, I couldn't refuse. I can't leave her behind to explore where another Doomsday Shinrikyo is located. What's more, the series of events that happened during this trip to Europe made me feel that there was a kind of strength that made me and Dr. Nguyen Le not escape the journey to the seminar.

Around noon. The bus stops in front of a convenience store on the side of the road, turns right off the road, and in less than half an hour, you will see the town, which is run by the townspeople. Specially designed for the convenience of drivers and passengers passing by. Far from the big cities, there is a rustic atmosphere of the countryside everywhere, shabby and outdated things everywhere, and the store has not a stereo but a radio, and it is also mechanically FM, and the horns are loud and stiff, completely different from Paris.

The air became more and more humid, and when I got off the bus, a gust of wind blew, blowing loose doors and windows and unfixed signboards rattle, and a few of the passengers who got off the bus were emaciated, and they couldn't help but curse the damn weather. The weather was not very good, but lunch was still to be eaten, but no one wanted to sit at a table outside the convenience store in such weather, so everyone bagged their lunch and got on the bus. Some people who opened the windows quickly pulled down the windows, completely sealing the inside and outside of the car.

While eating lunch, the atmosphere was lively again. At this time, I searched for the driver and the bald middle-aged man with my eyes, and found that their figures were swaying in the convenience store, and I didn't know what they were talking to the clerk. As for the big black driver, he still looked silent, I thought, the clerk would be afraid of such a guy?

"What's wrong?" Dr. Nguyen Li noticed my gaze and asked. Although the tone is casual, I don't think it's a casual question.

"No, nothing." I thought about it for a moment and said, "Don't you think those two people are a little suspicious?" Also, the change in the schedule of the seminar is a bit unsettling. Like something was going to happen. ”

"What can happen?" Dr. Nguyen Li smiled, and suddenly I felt that this smile was a little weird, but it was like an illusion, and it disappeared in a flash.

Even so, I can't help but hide this seemingly delusional moment in the depths of my heart. I think something must have happened when everyone wasn't looking. No, it should be said, is it true that no one notices except me? This seminar can also be related to NOG, and I will definitely not be surprised if there are several electronic demon messengers among the psychology experts here. However, before these mysterious selves pop out, they are all perfectly hidden.

In view of Dr. Nguyen Li's consistent appearance, I still don't think that the problem is with Dr. Nguyen Lê. The experience of my past adventures has kept me by Dr. Nguyen's side, and it is enough to be sure that she has not been replaced. If something is creating illusions, my mind and body are also extremely immune. What we really need to pay attention to is that the confusion between the world of consciousness and the world of matter, in simple terms, is the temporary number jù hedging space, and all kinds of strange phenomena that appear in it.

In this world of repeaters, the "inherent enchantment" appears more and more frequently, and this kind of temporary hedge space that is attached to the individual and has a relatively wide range is often the cause of mysterious events. If what happens next, it's a high probability that it comes from an "inherent barrier". Perhaps it was the interference of outsiders, or the enemy hiding inside the bus.

Although it can be thought of as such. But if there really are enemies, if there are really people who are doing dangerous things on our way to the seminar, then what is their purpose? It must not be without purpose. Even. What is the identity and position of the enemy? Even if the NOG was the cause of my trip with Dr. Nguyen Lê, and the seminar had something to do with it, I don't think that if there was an enemy, it would be only on the NOG side, no. It should be said that even the identity of NOG is suspicious - the bus is full of guests invited to the seminar, what is it about attacking the guests invited by himself?

It's not that it's impossible to attack your own guests, but, I can't think of it. There are reasons why it has to be done, and for such radical reasons at this time.

However. In this position, even if you can't find a reason, you still think and doubt.

I ate my lunch quietly, listening to the conversations of the others, trying to find some clues.

"Mom, those convenience store guys. Will it collude with the driver to poison us at lunch? "I asked Dr. Nguyen Li in a low voice, and she was crying and laughing, and her expression was weird.

"--Didn't you take your medicine today?" Dr. Ruan Li choked for a long time and replied. I knew it. She would answer like this, and I know very well that my question, from the perspective of ordinary people, is suspicious and absurd, full of delusions of victimization, and even so, I still have to say this, because if I don't do this, I can't remind Dr. Nguyen Li.

Dr. Nguyen Li looked out the window, I think she was still subconsciously affected, and went to observe the driver, but the food she bought was still eaten without prejudice. Then, many people praised the cheapness and quality of the food, saying things like "this is a unique cuisine" and "I was surprised to be able to eat it here", which made me feel abrupt, because I didn't think the food was delicious at all.

When asked about Dr. Ruan Li, she also said flatly: "It's ordinary." ”

It was as if the people in the car, just me and Dr. Nguyen Li, were eating something completely different from the rest of the people – but there wasn't much choice for the lunch we could buy here, and everyone would have overlapping food with everyone else. Among the foods that these people praise, there must be one or two things that Dr. Nguyen Le and I have eaten. And those compliments, compared to my actual feelings, are inevitably a little absurd.

I chewed some minced ground carefully, and once again confirmed that it was indeed not very tasty, and I did not think it was the difference between the taste buds and food habits of Eastern and Western people, because Dr. Nguyen Li had traveled abroad a lot, so the proportion of Western cuisine also accounted for a large part of the recipe. In many cases, she is no different from people in Europe and the United States in this regard. Even so, she still doesn't find it "delicious".

In my observations, more and more strange things are happening, but they can only be described as some kind of symptom-like situation, which is completely unspeakable and makes people pay special attention.

I don't want to be too quick to assume that there is a problem with the food, because it would limit my thinking, but the problem of food has left a lot of weight in my mind. From the perspective of food, almost all the people in the car will be affected.

However, if you really do something to the food, but you don't see a life-threatening abnormal reaction from the diner, then it should be assumed that the person who did the trick does not want to kill the people here in this way. At the same time, the question of purpose arises again, why not do it? And, why?

The disadvantage of trying to find the purpose from the behavioral clues is that without enough action, you can't accurately find the purpose. I'm a little troubled by this, and although I don't think that saving anyone other than Dr. Nguyen Le is something meaningful in terms of results, even if it doesn't make sense, even if it's based on ignorance of others, I'm still used to looking at things from the perspective of helping them, maybe it's the heroic mentality at work. At the very least, I don't want to see the people in the car die one by one, or even better than alive before the key is found.

Whether or not to protect them is just a simple choice, and whether it can be done is a situation that does not need to be too much concern. And in my heart, I probably hope that the bus can arrive at its destination safely and everyone will get off the stop safely. And to hope for this, to do this, without asking why, is an emotional choice.

However, in the case of assuming that there is an enemy, and the purpose of the enemy is not clear, one cannot help but feel extremely passive.

I hope that Dr. Nguyen Le is right, and hopefully, everything is just my delusion of being killed, in fact, no one is suspicious, and no one is going to target everyone in the bus here.

I stared at the door of the convenience store, waiting for the driver to turn around and show his face. The bald middle-aged man had already finished his lunch, and he seemed to be very familiar with the staff of the convenience store, and asked for a can of beer before leaving. Another gust of wind blew his neck subconsciously, and he seemed to be a little chilled, and his steps towards the bus were faster. Then, just as my attention shifted slightly to the balding middle-aged man, my vision changed slightly, and I suddenly looked intently, only to find that the driver, who was still on the edge of my vision, was gone.

I hurriedly looked around, trying to find him, but he disappeared in such an instant, and ordinary people would never be able to go anywhere. Between the parking lot and the convenience store, there is nothing to hide. But it wasn't until the bald middle-aged man got in the car and said hello that I realized that the driver had been sitting in the driver's seat for some time, and the object of the bald middle-aged greeting was the black driver.

When did it come up? I was surprised, and Dr. Nguyen Le asked me again, "What's wrong?" ”

"When did the driver get on the bus?" I asked rhetorically.

"He never got out of the car." Dr. Nguyen Li replied, plain and certain, but to me, it sounded unbelievable.

"Didn't get out of the car?" I can't help but repeat it again.

"Yes, how?" Dr. Nguyen Li looked at my expression and said, "Are you hallucinating again?" The driver is not in the car? ”

"Ah...... ......"I don't know how to answer, but even though I see something different from her, and it's full of oddities, I still feel like I'm right." Dr. Nguyen Li, on the other hand, just "can't get in touch with the mystery". Presumably, the driver was an electronic demon messenger.

"If he hasn't gotten out of the car, he won't eat lunch?" I asked Dr. Nguyen Li.

"He's eaten." Dr. Nguyen Li looked at me calmly and said, "Moreover, I brought it to him." When he asked me, you listened. I knew what her calm gaze meant.

“…… I don't think it's my problem. I said.

"I didn't say it was your problem." Dr. Nguyen Li's voice was as calm and gentle as ever, as if to reassure the patient, "I'm just telling a bad joke. ”

her bad jokes.

At this time, the driver turned his back to me, seemed to be kneading something, and then threw a ball of wrapping paper out the window. It seems to confirm Dr. Nguyen Lê's claim that the driver had lunch in the car. It occurred to me that if there was no driver in the car before, then who would close the doors and make the car completely closed? When I think about it, more details come to mind, and I wonder why I didn't pay attention to these obvious situations before. The driver didn't get out of the car at all.

It is impossible not to get out of the car, and in my memory, a scene that contradicts these details once again surfaces. I'm sure I saw it in the car, and the driver and bald middle-aged man had been in the convenience store before. In contrast, the details that suddenly come to mind to prove that the driver did not get out of the car are like information that has been temporarily stuffed into the brain.

It's so weird and confusing. If this is deliberate, whether it is the driver's appearance or the details that I only realized later, are all made up after the fact, then why did it appear so rashly in the first place, and then make up for it after the fact? In any case, I don't think this qiē is really just an "accident".

Dr. Nguyen Le reminded me, and I saw the evidence – was it too much of a coincidence?

Without telling everyone in the car, the bus started again. (To be continued......)