Chapter 58

The setting sun reflected the sky red, there was a strange blood spreading.

After the surgery building completed the operation of 624 patients with banyan disease with 82% success rate, the medical staff who had been fighting for three days had a holiday. And Gu Jun, Wang Ruoxiang and other interns can also go back to the dormitory to rest.

This is the first time for them to walk out of the surgery building in three days. They are all tired and become dogs. However, the shaping of them in the past few days is better than that in previous years.

Cai Zixuan has cooked a pot of delicious green vegetables and minced meat porridge in the dormitory, which comforts their mouths and stomachs. After eating porridge, the exhausted people scattered, and they were unwilling to talk about the experience of these days.

Gu Jun went to take a bath, went back to his bedroom and lay down on the bed. He also wanted to have a sleep first.

Just as soon as he closed his eyes, scenes of the past few days sprang up.

The death of the old woman, the death of the little boy, those strange and twisted limbs, the sudden and winding blood vessels, the skin flowing with black liquor

"Hoo." Gu Jun opened his eyes and looked at the pale ceiling. Emptiness is sometimes a rare beauty.

"I've been in Tianji Bureau for a long time. I won't be crazy."

He murmured that the growth rate here is much faster than that in medical schools and general hospitals, but the challenges are not the same.

Even if he realized that he had some experience, his life had gone up and down a lot, and now he has a firm mind and a clear mind. But he just can't control the inner influence. There are changes in his subconscious that can't be detected at the conscious level, but they must be in the process of change.

Now he understands what brother Qiang said. The more people have inherent knowledge, the more shackles they have.

Looking at the ceiling for a while, Gu Juncai gathered his energy to manage the system.

Twenty operations in three days have been successful or failed. Tairan's accomplishments have become the second level of 200003000, and his familiarity has increased by 13000. His contribution to surgery is getting higher and higher, but his proficiency is just like this. It starts to rise rapidly, but it is more and more difficult to rise later.

Now it's still 10, 000 less proficient to reach the third level. If you continue this kind of life, it won't take long.

After seeing the calm hand, Gu Jun opened the list of surgical career, pulled it and turned it off again. These are valuable surgical experiences, but he does not want to review them now.

He opened the task list again. In the past three days, except for the hidden task, he completed an ordinary task, and he still didn't receive the reward.

At present, Gu Jun pulled the quilt and covered himself. First, he took the box of "human anti-inflammatory drugs", which was similar to tumor targeting drugs. It was not special. It was also wrapped in aluminum foil, but there were 10 capsules in a row. There was no instruction manual, and the strange words on the medicine box could not be understood. He put the box of medicine in his pocket and carried it close to his body.

Then his mind turned to the hidden task:

"there is a task reward waiting to be received: a blurred and worn photo, click to get your reward"

Gu Jun points with his idea, and suddenly there is a wild and disordered light and shadow, and he doesn't know where to pour into his mind. Although he has psychological preparation, this intensity is unprecedented, which makes him have to use his hands Press and hold the head that is about to explode and give a dull and painful sound.

At the same time, on the sea of his knowledge, the light and shadow gradually solidified and became a photo like thing.

"Ah..." Gu Jun endured the pain and needed to slow down for a while, which was the biggest reward for his spiritual consumption when he received it.

Before he opened it, he could see that it was a black-and-white photo from a distance. The paper was yellow, mottled and fuzzy, and the edges were damaged. It seemed that the photo was very old. In the photo, there are dozens of people sitting or standing in four or five rows, all facing the camera. This is a group photo.

The clothes they were wearing were the long Mandarin coats with the style of the Republic of China of those who sacrificed the illusion of banyan tree

Is this a picture of the organization of the company? What age? Who are they?

Gu Jun looked at the faces of dozens of people, there is a nervous pull up, the group photo will have a father and mother's figure?

He also paid attention to the background in the photo. It seems that it is in front of a huge tree on the shore of the sea. The sea surface is very dark. The tree is intertwined, and every branch of every size is twisted to be full of deformities It's banyan again.

After a pause, his idea was still a little bit, open the black-and-white photo and enlarge it.

Gu Jun took a look, dun time there is a spooky thunder in his heart, open eyes in a vast.

The dozens of people in the photo, whether tall or short, strong or thin, are always less, all of their faces are the same, the face of the withered man.

Although their faces were slightly different, they were in different states under the same set of facial features. They were all very haggard. Their cheeks collapsed. Some of them were so thin that their eye sockets were deeply embedded, just like skeletons. But they are all one face!

“……” Gu Jun looked at this picture with a heavy heart. This situation was not any of his previous assumptions.

Why is this? This is a computer photo? No, he had an indescribable mania that told him it wasn'tMask? That's not a mask. operation? There is another idea in his heart rise: "these people have done facial surgery, put themselves into this?" He looked at it, but he didn't feel like it. These faces were very harmonious, and they were weird, cold and normal.

Why? He looked at them and felt that dozens of them were looking at him. He counted fifty-two people.

Gu Jun recognized the as like as two peas in the illusion of the banyan tree, the proportion of his facial features was the same; the other fifty-one were probably those who were kneeling around the banyan trees.

So The "usher" man was not a man in red, nor any of the men in the picture, but another man.

Gu Junsi groped, and the words of that "usher" grinned strangely in his mind: "I'm an unimportant person, easy to deal with, a person you can see. It's not like those you can't see. " Now I want to come to the man's tone of pride, there is also a mockery

Because even if he saw it, he couldn't recognize who was who.

In his impression, he had seen this man many times over the years. Are those withered men in the hazy memory really the same person?

"Larson, Larson..." Gu Jun murmured several times, "what is the meaning of this name?"

He had thought about it many times, but he couldn't be sure. Lai is a kind of plant, which was often eaten by the poor in ancient times. That's what the dictionary says.

But now, after looking at this photo, Gu Jun has an idea that is becoming more and more definite. "What if" leson "just borrows sound? In fact, is it an afterlife

This life, next life, next life That man's life is their embodiment one by one.

All people are the same person, just as the banyan tree will integrate all beings into one life.

"Afterlife?" Gu Jun suddenly murmured out the name, the bottom of his heart's manic feeling more and more intense in the turbulent, subconscious depths seem to have something in the tumult.

In the afterlife, these people seek strength from the sea and call for the unknown from the banyan trees What are they after? Eternal life?

Gu Jun felt that he was a lonely boat in the vast sea. He tried hard to find the coast. Finally, he saw a little light from the lighthouse in the distance. He seemed to have found the direction and drove past, but he just drove into a fog which could not be seen.

He looked at this picture for a long time, and then closed it. There was still a determination in his eyes.

"I have to find a way to trigger the illusion of this photo. I have to figure out what the truth is."

Gu Jun wanted to make up his mind, then resolutely closed his eyes and fell asleep. Only by keeping his mind well could he cope with the unknown. He adjusted his breath, abandoned his thoughts, and tried to sleep himself The bedroom is quiet, I don't know how long, he seems to fall into a dream, as if

He heard a murmur of mystery, hard to understand, sometimes high and low He seems to be walking on a muddy road, towards a big banyan tree

The murmur grew louder and louder, and suddenly he could understand.

"I am the son of misfortune. You know that you are filthy, you are ignorant, you are humble..."

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