In the quiet bedroom of the suite, the headache intensified, and the cold sweat on Gu Jun's forehead also gradually increased, as if he heard a voice in the darkness.
The voice seemed to come from an old-fashioned tape recorder, buzzing and rustling, a bit intermittent, it was a thick and upright male voice, speaking in a steady tone, it was standard Chinese, "If you can hear... We… are good people…”
No matter how hard he tried to listen, it was still this sentence, he could only hear this sentence...
It didn't seem like someone was talking to him, it seemed like a broadcast signal, but he heard it when others couldn't hear it.
"… If you… "
Suddenly, Gu Jun's head hurt almost to the critical point, and the voice gradually faded away, so he opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
He had heard strange sounds from outside too many times before, some were spiritual indoctrination, some were spells and ritual powers, but this time the feeling was different... This time his most intuitive feeling was that he heard some kind of broadcast signal.
"Signal? Who sent it? For what purpose?"
Gu Jun thought about it, and could hear some clues from this sentence.
The first point, "If you can", the other party thinks that he may not be able to hear; or this is not meant for him alone, but broadcast.
The second point, "we", the other party is not a person, but an organization, and it is in Chinese, which seems to be in China.
The third point, "good person", the other party emphasized so much, it means that the default listener is someone like him, and when he hears it, he will first think about whether the other party is good or bad, and he will tend to be a bad person. If it's the oldies channel, the weather channel, there's no reason to start it with that sentence.
Of course, this sentence can also be deliberately designed by the other party, just to make him have such speculations.
Gu Jun looked around the silent surroundings, only to feel that there were many shadows, good man? He was quite skeptical about it, and it could even be said that he hardly believed it at all.
He didn't know whether it was just the voice transmission to him or the broadcast he heard, but how many organizations in the world are capable of doing this kind of thing? The Tianji Bureau can't do it, and neither can fbm. He and Xian Yu had successfully shared pictures before, but this was not the case.
If it's a decent organization with such capabilities, why didn't they stand up after so many things happened
The Tianji Bureau has come out, and Goa has announced its establishment, but it still doesn't come out? Is this a good person? Where is it now
Gu Jun frowned, and suddenly thought of another possibility, a signal from the future or the past? No, it's not like, that's not how it feels...
That signal from aliens? A signal from another world? Dreamland
It's still the simplest and most direct possibility. Behind the signal is a bunch of miscellaneous people who are engaged in some unknown conspiracy.
Just because I knew he would think so, I emphasized that I am a good person and want to create a better new era and new world.
"who are you?"
Gu Jun thought for a while, then stood up and spoke to the surrounding air to see if the other party would surface from the water.
"Good people? You think they are good people, right? Your moral standards are different from ours."
He walked around while talking, and looked around, pulled out the drawer of the bedside table to have a look, then opened the wardrobe to have a look, and said to himself: "The Raliyah Order? I know you are not dead yet, Laisheng will Those people sacrificed themselves, but you still have some bastards hiding in some deep mountain, calling Lalaiye together with your boss, that "old Taoist who is immortal"... "
"There is also the Brotherhood in Yellow... Is it Mr. Wilde, you are not dead yet, is that so..."
Thinking about this, talking about this, Gu Jun's headache intensified rapidly again, his heart twitched a little because of this, and at the same time his muscles tensed.
These symptoms made him even more angry, and now he can't even think about these abnormal things...
At this time, some inexplicable and terrifying imaginary images flashed in his mind again, the city turned into ruins, Wu Shiyu's smiling face turned into tragedy, and other people...
Just thinking about it for a while made his heart ache.
"Ah!!" Gu Jun couldn't help roaring, and kicked the wooden wardrobe that showed no signs of abnormality. There was a sudden bang, and the wardrobe shook endlessly.
He took a deep breath, tried his best to control his emotions, to control the symptoms of ptsd outbursts of anger... After all, he still couldn't accept this physical condition, couldn't accept that he couldn't protect the people he cared about, and even tried hard no chance...
"If you can hear it, then listen..." He murmured and walked back to the bed and sat down, "Whether you are good or bad, I'm useless, I can't hear more..."
When he thought about it, it also confused him.
What is the other party's purpose? drive me crazy? Even if I am like this, you still want to drive me completely crazy
It's just... Was that real? Or is it just my hallucinations and imagination
Gu Jun used to be able to tell the truth from the fake, but this time he is still not sure, whether he has lost that ability, or this time is just so special.
There may be a reason that he couldn't find the law of this strange feeling, which is different from the general trigger law of hallucinations, and now it seems to appear randomly.
If it is really a ptsd attack, he is not surprised...
Gu Jun sat by the bed for a long time, thinking about it, he suddenly smiled wryly, be content, you really have earned money by living up to now, not only the previous injuries, but also two years ago because of brain tumors, he was ready to die, and now he is still alive. Not worse than it was then.
Although it's a holiday, after all, it's not that easy to go back to normal life after leaving the Tianji Bureau for a few days.
This is like a soldier who retired from the battlefield, no matter whether he has been diagnosed with ptsd or not, he always needs a process of return...
Maybe taking some antidepressant and anti-anxiety drugs at this stage is good for yourself.
Gu Jun thought for a while, and even though he was inclined to believe that the voice was an auditory hallucination, the incidence of auditory hallucinations in ptsd patients is 40%-50%, he still took his mobile phone to call Tong Ye and reported the situation: "Maybe Someone or an organization is spreading the signal, and I worry that this is a way to recruit people."
Whether it was for him or for other purposes, whether it was his illness or not, Lord Tong took it very seriously after hearing about it, but nothing like this happened to him in the past two days.
"Ah Jun, we will follow up and let you know if there is any new situation." Master Tong said, "It's getting late now, you should pay attention to rest."
Indeed, after finishing this report, it was already early morning, and Gu Jun's head was a little swollen.
So after hanging up the phone and putting down the phone, he quickly lay down on the bed, took a deep breath to adjust his breath, and forced himself to fall asleep amidst the chaotic thoughts.