Under the cover of the torrential rain, there are lights and shadows, but no matter how heavy the rain is, it can't hide the noise of the city.

On the night of September 25, 2044, in Zhendek Town, Xiahe City, Shangguo, on a gloomy night, the top floors of dim old-fashioned residential buildings were very noisy, and the pouring rain fell on the roofs of buildings that were not soundproofed.

At this time, Han Ke looked at the rain outside the window, his mind was blank now, he was sitting on the ground with his back hunched against the bed, his eyes staring out of the glass window through the miscellaneous objects placed randomly on the windowsill, and his eyes were not focused.

As the administrative clerk of the hospital, after Han Ke got off work from Shugou Hospital today, he felt very uncomfortable, and he felt that he had completely forgotten what he had done that day.

Han Ke was in a daze, and suddenly felt a strange appearance on the back of his left hand, and when he raised his hand, he saw that it was a gray moth, and it was vaguely visible that the back of the moth had a pattern that resembled a white mask.

The moth's abdomen was touching little by little on his arm, and Han Ke used his right hand to play with the moth, but the moth was unmoved, and its mouthparts were firmly nailed to the back of Han Ke's hand.

Han Ke was a little impatient, pulled out the moth hard, and trampled it to death, and then he found that the skin on the back of his left hand had lost consciousness.

When I used the LED light of my mobile phone, I found that there were a lot of insect eggs dotted on my arm.

The scalp was numb for a while, and Han Ke tried hard to pat off those eggs, but the eggs were not simply attached to the back of his hand, but most of them were pierced into the skin, Han Ke was nauseous, and began to squeeze out these eggs with the index finger and thumb of his right hand.

The health bracelet on his left wrist vibrated in bursts, Han Ke woke up, raised his left hand, there was nothing on the back of his hand, it turned out that he was just sitting on the ground and falling asleep, his left hand was just lying on the ground and was numb.

Lifting the sleeves of the gray sweater, revealing the black bracelet, the two-finger-wide screen background glowed orange, with two lines of text displayed on it.

(Grade C Emotional Pollution)

(Applying for treatment permissions)

Hmm, am I emotionally polluted, but isn't the DSD-L psychotherapy program officially launched next year? Why has the bracelet taken the initiative to apply for governance? Han Ke was puzzled by the words displayed on the healing bracelet.

According to the propaganda of television and media and neighborhood committees, the increasing pressure on the survival of the society in Shangguo has led to mass mental illness. In order to solve the problems of traditional psychotherapy methods that are time-consuming and unable to protect people's physical and mental health, the Ministry of Social Welfare and the Ministry of Health have developed the Dature Stramonium DaturaL Mandala Flower Psychotherapy Program, referred to as DSD-L Program.

The DSD-L program can efficiently and permanently treat patients' mental illnesses by simulating the most secure environment of patients on a one-to-one basis, using the treatment module to scan and target the memory of the main causes of the formation of patients' mental illnesses.

The bracelet that Han Ke is carrying is a DSD-L program supporting governance bracelet. In view of the fact that there have been a number of injuries (homicides) and suicide (disability) incidents of patients with serious mental illness in Shangguo, which have caused serious adverse consequences, in order to prevent the recurrence of such incidents, all residents over the age of 14 are required to wear DSD-L program bracelets, and before the DSD-L system is not launched, those who are required to be emotionally polluted must go to the nearest hospital for psychological treatment.

In the blink of an eye, Han Ke found that the computer chair in his room should have been a little peeled, but now it was in front of him intact, and the Timoer rag doll that had been thrown away yesterday was now lying on the bed intact, presumably in the DSD-L program.

Han Ke turned his head and glanced at the desk, not only the cigarette butts filled with ashtrays were gone, but the heavy rain that had echoed in his mind ten seconds ago was also gone, and the night sky outside the window, which was originally dark in the evening, was now as bright as day, and the telephone poles outside the window were clearly visible.

(Governance module load failed)

(Contamination removal is not possible)

(Logout module load failed)

(Personality Stabilization Module Activated)

The bracelet began to vibrate again, and four lines of small text appeared on the screen of the healing bracelet one after another.

Before Han Ke could understand what these words meant, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable on his face, raised his hands and touched it, only to find that his face was suddenly covered with a smooth mask, and at the same time, there was a loud "boom" outside the balcony, but Han Ke had no time to care.

Han Ke hurriedly wanted to take off the mask, but found that the mask was like growing on his face, and he couldn't tear it off at all, "What the hell is going on, why do I wear this mask on my face that can't be pulled off at all, and what is going on outside?" ”

Han Ke got up and put on his slippers, and walked to the dressing mirror in the room, and on his face was a very simple white mask, a whole piece of oval, with two round holes in the eyes, and a herringbone crack in the upper right corner, almost cracking near the eyes.

Han Ke continued to tear off the mask with his hands, but found that the mask was firmly glued to his face, no, to be precise, it was like growing on his own face. It wasn't until there was a loud "boom" not far away that Han Ke gave up and continued to tear himself up.

"What a sound, it doesn't sound like a firecracker, it doesn't sound like thunder." Han Ke walked to the window with doubts, ", what the hell." ”

What Han Ke saw in front of him was the telephone pole inserted at 45 degrees on the fifth floor of his building, and further ahead was the No. 15 residential building that was inserted into the telephone pole. "Boom", there was another loud bang, and Han Ke saw a telephone pole flying over his head in the form of a parabola from a distance and inserting into the fourth floor of the No. 18 residential building in front of him.

No, it's not safe here, Han Ke's heart suddenly jumped, he had a feeling that the next shot was coming soon, and it was coming for him. I grabbed the clothes and pants at the head of the bed, I didn't have time to put them on, I didn't even have time to take care of my shoes, so I ran away from the door in shorts and slippers.

The doors of all the living rooms in the hallway are open. Han Ke quickly ran down to the third floor. With a "boom", the whole building began to tremble, as if it had been shot by a catapult, and half of the telephone pole passed through the wall from the sixth floor and inserted into the paper-shaped corridor.

Cement blocks fall from above along with wood dregs. Fortunately, the stairs were stacked on top of each other, and Han Ke was not hurt, but he was really taken aback by his accurate premonition.

Rushing downstairs, Han Ke stood at the door, and he saw that almost every building in the community had a few telephone poles more or less plugged in. "Well, it looks like only floors above the third floor can be attacked."

Han Ke roughly judged the height of the lower power pole in the field of view, "Is it because of the parabola?" Floors that are too low are generally not attacked because they are blocked by the building in front of them? "After another five minutes or so, the attack from the pole seemed to have really stopped.

Hurriedly getting dressed, Han Ke cautiously walked on the road of the community, and an orange phone booth on the side of the road that was incompatible with the community in his memory attracted Han Ke's attention. In 2044, things like phone booths would have been only available in museums for a long time.

Han Ke walked to the phone booth and saw a huge display screen in the phone booth scrolling to display a paragraph.

I am Dr. Hu Mandie, the creator of DSD-L, and I would like to issue a warning to all patients to go to Shugou Hospital immediately for emergency logout.

Seeing this information, one question after another came to Han Ke's mind, Shugou Hospital, isn't that where I work? Why all patients? Shouldn't DSD-L be a one-person treatment procedure?

Thinking of the telephone pole attack he had just experienced, as well as the various errors displayed on the bracelet, Han Ke couldn't help but think: The entire DSD-L program is completely different from what was advertised before, could it be that something has changed in the real world?

There is no point in dreaming about it yourself, and the best thing to do is to go to Shugou Hospital.

Normally, it is a 45-minute drive to drive the entire town of Zhende, but in the DSD-L procedure, so far Han Ke has not found any means of transportation, so he can only walk to Shugou Hospital in the northern suburbs of Zhendezhen.

After walking for almost fifty minutes, Han Ke finally came to the commercial street located in the center of Zhende Town.

"Bang", the trash can in front of a convenience store not far away suddenly collapsed, interrupting Han Ke's thoughts.

"Who... Who's where? Han Ke cautiously approached the overturned trash can, and behind the gray trash can lying on the ground, a white velvet figure emerged, which turned out to be a dog.

A bichon terrier with a beige body and a little yellow on its back and ears appeared in front of Han Ke's eyes.

The strange thing is that it also has a very strange mask on its face, which is almost exactly the same as the one on Han Ke's face, except that there are three scratches on the upper right side of the mask, two short and one long.

"I'm scared to death, I didn't expect it to be a puppy, strange, why are you wearing a flatbread mask, come and show me."

When Han Ke saw that it was a dog, he boldly stretched out his hand to catch the Bichon Frise, but he didn't expect that the puppy was not afraid of people, so he wagged his tail and greeted it.

Han Ke checked the puppy's mask and found that it was the same as the one on his own face, sticking to its face, as if it was growing directly on the flesh, and he thought that the puppy's neck was a collar, but he didn't expect it to be an extended version of the health bracelet.

"Little one, are you rummaging through the trash? Are you hungry? Han Ke thought that he was in the DSD-L program, and hurriedly said, "No,, you and I are just being transferred to the DSD-L program, how can we be hungry." ”

Han Ke walked into the convenience store with the dog in his arms, and the goods on the shelves were still complete. Walking to the shelves with cigarettes displayed behind the cash register, Han Ke put down the puppy and casually opened a pack of cigarettes, just as he was thinking about how he could smoke.

"Boom!" There was another familiar loud noise, and Han Ke hurriedly ran out of the convenience store, and a telephone pole was plugged into the second floor of the mall across the road, scattering glass shards and dust in the air.

Han Ke made up his mind and hurriedly returned to the convenience store, but he reacted again, the convenience store is only so small, and the buildings in the commercial street are generally low, even if he hides in the convenience store, it is still dangerous.

Just as Han Ke was thinking about going somewhere else to take refuge, a white mask fell to the door of the convenience store, with a white mask attached to his chin, and there was also a slight crack in the upper right side of the mask.

"I... TM" Han Ke was frightened by the sight in front of him, but no one had ever told him that there was such a real and bloody thing in the DSD-L program, and the Bichon Terrier that came out behind him let out a "woo" moan at this time, and it was obvious that it also felt the danger in front of him.

Not good, most of the shops in the business district are two- or three-story shops, but I didn't expect the telephone pole attack to start again, and I had to flee to a safe place, Han Ke thought about it for a while and immediately figured out that his current situation was very dangerous.

But he couldn't run fast in slippers, he threw off two slippers ruthlessly, whistling and greeting the puppy, but he didn't expect the Bichon Frise to be very obedient, and followed Han Ke to a large supermarket at the end of the road, where Han Ke knew that there was an underground garage.

"Huh" was like the sound of a sharp arrow cutting through the air, and a telephone pole almost touched Han Ke's ear, and with another familiar "boom" the telephone pole was inserted diagonally 10 meters in front of Han Ke.

There were three or four splashed cement blocks that knocked down Han Ke's body, but fortunately, the main force was straight ahead, and the small cement blocks splashed on Han Ke's body did not have much strength, but it was also a pain that Han Ke almost fell.

Han Ke turned his head to look at the Bichon Terrier on the side, it was lucky that it was not affected, but this puppy was not scared away to the point that Han Ke was more surprised.

Han Ke knew that he couldn't stop, and he didn't have time to care about the painful muscles, and when he saw that the puppy was still following him, he ran forward quickly, but he ran the distance of 100 meters in just ten seconds.

This may be the fastest time he has run since he worked, the entrance to the underground parking garage is in front of him, Han Ke is secretly a little lucky, fortunately, he usually does not neglect to exercise.

Seeing that he was about to run to the ground, a sharp pain came from under his feet, Han Ke's bare left foot stepped on a sharp stone, Han Ke squatted on the ground in pain, the Bichon Terrier had already run into the underground garage at this time, and was barking at Han Ke, as if reminding Han Ke, Han Ke looked back in a panic, there is a way to be a disaster, and at this juncture, a telephone pole is flying towards him.

At this time, Han Ke had no time to pull out the stones, and rolled forward towards the slope entrance of the underground garage, hugged his head tightly and rolled down.

The fifty-meter ramp is not long, but it is not short, and when Han Ke was rolling in the meat, a louder and longer rumble sound than before in the open space came into his ears, and the telephone pole actually shot down the ramp into the underground garage, and it was inserted less than two meters behind him.

At this time, Han Ke was dizzy and in pain, and he was shocked by the huge echo of the underground garage, and he actually fainted.