The door of the morgue was only the size of two portable stretcher beds. Gu Jun walked in as if nothing had happened, and a cold breath rushed over his face.
Gu Jun looked around. This was the first time he had set foot in this place. It was not spacious, the ceiling was dimly lit, and there was a large stainless steel corpse refrigerator on the left and right sides, each with ten mortuary cabinets. It was all tightly closed, and it was not known if there were any dead bodies inside.
There were tool lockers in the front, and a few mobile gurneys and a few blue hospital screens, but nothing else.
Although the morgue is a spooky place in various horror movies and TV shows, it is actually so small that there is nothing unusual about it.
It's just that from the moment Gu Jun walked in the door, his heart was depressed, and he took a step closer to the refrigerator on the left, and the depression was even worse, mixed with a trace of restlessness... A flash of vigilance flashed in his heart. , "Can I take the initiative to trigger an unknown phantom like this?"
You must know that after every phantom, his brain nerves feel pain, and his whole body feels exhausted...
Gu Jun stopped cautiously, and opened the system panel to check the status of the host. The heart rate and blood pressure were both rising, which showed that triggering the illusion did have an impact on the body. "The heart rate is 100/time, which is still on the edge of the normal range, and there is no danger yet." He continued to walk forward while keeping an eye on the indicators.
One step, heart rate 115/time
Two steps, heart rate 130/time
Three steps, heart rate 145/time
Gu Jun took a deep breath, and within a few steps, his heart suddenly became too fast, as if he was exercising vigorously, and this number was already approaching danger. His heart was pounding, and there was a sense of déjà vu in front of his eyes, as if he had been here before, and this was not the first time this had happened...
Three and a half steps, heart rate 150/time
The morgue is right in front of him, and the sense of sight has not yet turned into an illusion, but Gu Jun has a definite feeling that he knows what he should do.
"According to the previous increase in heart rate, when the phantom is triggered, it should be around 160-180/time, which is a bit dangerous. It may be like paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia, but my heart does not have a long-term disease. I overclock occasionally, even if it lasts It should last for a few hours."
Gu Jun slowly raised his right hand, and pressed his palm on the stainless steel surface of the mortuary cabinet. The skin of his palm suddenly felt a coldness, and the coldness rushed in, passing through the superficial fascia, deep fascia... piercing straight hand bones!
His heart rate was 185/beat, and his heart suddenly seemed to jump out of his chest. He felt abnormal cramps and felt that it was difficult to breathe. The scene in front of him became blurred and changed.
His deduction is correct, as long as those three conditions are met at the same time, the related phantom can be triggered.
Those chaotic lights and shadows gradually stabilized and became clear...
Gu Jun saw a majestic church standing in an unknown city. The church was not of any architectural style he was familiar with. It was carved out of huge rocks. Every pillar and every glass window was so exquisite and eerie. The steeple pierced into the sky, and flocks of black birds flew over it. .
How could it be a church? This was beyond his expectation, and it was such a magnificent and huge church.
He thought those three pages of the diary would take him to a hospital, a morgue, or something with a similar function...
"Why? What's the connection here?"
Enduring the severe pain in his head and heart, Gu Jun's consciousness gradually approached the church. He walked through the high steps, those exquisite statues, and the majestic main entrance in a haze. When he entered the church, he immediately saw A scene that made his hair stand on end.
Under the towering vault, there are hundreds of thousands of figures in the wide church, all of them kneeling on the ground, facing the sacred seat directly in front of the church.
He saw... Some of those people had distorted limbs, some lost their heads, and some were only skeletons...
Regardless of whether they have heads or not, they are deeply pressed against the ground, motionless, and their faces cannot be seen at all, but there is a sense of piety, grotesque, and madness.
"This is not a morgue, but this is..." Gu Jun suddenly understood, "The place of the dead."
He suddenly remembered the words of the haggard man in Laisheng Company, "Dead? No, you don't understand." The man chewed the word "death" in a playful tone, as if he had a different understanding of this concept.
He thought of the banyan tree with human body again, and the dozen or so faces on the tree, are they really... dead
"... Ugh!" Gu Jun's heart twitched violently again, unable to bear the impact of these phantoms anymore, his palms were pulled away from the morgue, and the phantoms dissipated like smoke in an instant. He was trembling all over, gasping for breath, trying to turn around, but he couldn't stand still and fell forward. He pressed the counter with his palm again, but this time there was no such cold feeling, and no phantom appeared.
The three-page diary in my mind seemed to have lost some of its luster. It seemed that the number of times each directly connected object could trigger the illusion was not infinite.
These three pages of the diary are temporarily out of order.
"Next time, you must prepare quick-acting heart-rescuing pills before triggering it again..." Gu Jun held his heart, and stood next to the morgue for a while before his heart rate slowly dropped. He was exhausted, but he still couldn't let go of what happened just now. phantom.
"Where is that? What are those people worshiping? What kind of church is that?"
Gu Jun thought for a while, but he didn't have any clue, after all, this is a morgue, he turned around and walked outside after he recovered his breath.
"Could it be that the church is behind the Laisheng company and the banyan disease?" Gu Jun was still thinking as he walked, "There are churches, there are sects, there are gods..." A thought popped up in his mind, "Laisheng Is the company... a secret society, parents, they are all members?"
The more he thought about it, the more chills he felt all over his body. Secret societies usually value family inheritance from generation to generation.
Did I already "belong" to be a member of Laisheng before I was born
"Doctor, hey? Are you a doctor?" At this time, the security uncle at the door asked loudly, interrupting Gu Jun's thoughts, "What are you doing here?"
"I went to the wrong place." Gu Jun didn't say much, so he hurried away, walked out of the underground parking lot, and came to the outside of the complex.
He looked at the dark night sky, there was only darkness and desolation, and the stars didn't know where they went. The hallucination of the church has become a lingering nightmare. Looking at the night sky, he seems to see himself kneeling under the vault, as well as his parents, and others...
Gu Jun took a long breath, didn't think about it, took out his phone and looked at it, it was almost 8 o'clock in the evening, and finally there was some new news on the WeChat group, Professor Gu, Wang Ruoxiang, and Cai Zixuan all @ him, And sent out the address of the dinner.
"Got it, I'll be right here." Gu Jun pressed his phone to send a message to WeChat.
He walked for a while, arrived at the side of the street in the square at the main entrance of the hospital, waved his hand to hail a taxi, got in the car and went to the restaurant where the dinner was held.