Plague Doctor

Rockley Town is about 3 kilometers away from the disappeared two-border crossing in the southeast. If you go further south for more than 320 kilometers, you will reach Wharton Town.

320 kilometers is not a short distance, but in Australia, a country with a vast territory and sparse population, there are almost no other settlements except for large stretches of desert between the two small towns. The town of Wharton is further away from the coast and is isolated in the desert. There are no tourists except passing cars, but Catherine spent her childhood there until the family moved to Melbourne when she was 11 years old.

"My childhood was just like that." Catherine couldn't remember anything special. "It was a really small place there. There wasn't even one store."

Gu Jun couldn't figure out anything. Maybe he would have to go to Wharton Town to find out if there were any clues.

A good situation is that Tom Chen, Sears Wang, Jeff Carruth, and Anne Ho are all honest. They are not without surprise and fear, but they can accept the temporary arrangements made by him. I don’t know if it’s because his eyes are too fierce, or because Catherine is too good at comforting.

This night was not an easy night for the ten of them to rest.

Gu Jun slept soundly. Although the bed in this hotel was old and small, it was the most comfortable sleep he had had recently.

The next morning, they were ready to drive to Wharton. Since Catherine and the other two came by car, the other three people probably did too, and they should be found near the gas station. Before checking out and leaving the hotel, Gu Jun wanted to contact Wu Shiyu one more time to see if she really didn't "dream" last night.

He was still using the landline phone in the small room, beep, beep... there was a click, and the call was connected.

"Hello?" Wu Shiyu's voice came out, which seemed to be quite urgent.

Good morning. Gu Jun said silently, before he started to concentrate on sending the picture, he heard her say in an exaggerated tone that suggested that it was a code word: "No matter what kind of pervert you are, I am so happy, because I just heard a great news! Everyone is well Happy."

What's the meaning? He was stunned for a moment, closing his eyes and trying to receive the transmission signal she sent.

Salt...sos help pattern...zombie...

Gu Jun...please help...Gu Jun is resurrected like a zombie? "I just heard", "Everyone is so happy", she didn't leak the secret, she was informed.

Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and a chill ran down Gu Jun's back. Someone was pretending to be him and sent a distress signal to the Secret Bureau?

Is this the beginning of the "Tianji Chaos"? Or did the bureau sense something, a trap to test Xian Yu?

Gu Jun was very anxious. This method of communication was too inefficient and could not express complex meanings. He might also guess wrong and consume a lot of mental energy. If he speaks, his existence may be exposed, and he may lose the chance to eliminate the rebellion in one fell swoop.

He remembered again "use sweet dreams to change"... The black shadow said so, sweet dreams should be very important...

Five of the dream bubbles given by the system as rewards were consumed in order to survive the nightmare spectacle, and there were still three left. It's not that he hasn't done some research these days, but he still can't make the figure of the audience who walks into the Dream Theater clear, no matter which Dream Bubble it is.

He doesn't know the audience and doesn't know what dreams they want, so how can he put on a play?

This has always been a question that Gu Jun couldn't figure out, but now, a new idea suddenly appeared: "What if that is a blank, ownerless dream?"

There is no dream content, but it can be changed into any dream content.

It doesn’t belong to anyone, but it can belong to anyone.

"If that is Xianyu's dream, or it becomes her dream... People can be summoned by dreams. If this kind of dream can put our consciousness in the same space, we can have a direct dialogue... The dimension and distance of dreams It’s different.”

Gu Jun's heart suddenly surged when he thought of this possibility, but how could he realize her sweet dream?

Give it a try. If it is indeed an ownerless dream, it was not taken from someone. To be marked with a certain soul, it should require the consent of the person concerned.

Otherwise, it would not be a pleasant dream, but a forced nightmare like the nightmare disease.

At the moment, Gu Jun used his mobile phone to find two pictures and sent them to them attentively. One was a woman meditating, and the other was a cartoon salted fish sleeping. He hoped she could understand the meaning...

After about ten seconds, "Sit down?" Wu Shiyu said, "Be a salted fish? Close your eyes and sleep?"

Gu Jun passed a smiley face again to indicate that it was in this direction, as long as he quietly sensed and received it quietly.

When he heard the sound of her moving the chair, he closed his eyes and opened a dream bubble in his mind. Although it was fragile, it was still radiant.

For a moment, he felt like he had become that small domed theater again, with ten rows of seats and ten chairs in each row, but the theater was even more shabby and gloomy.

He was meditating on Wu Shiyu, calling her, and could faintly hear her slight breathing coming from the microphone. Feeling a connection with her, he opened the small door behind the tenth row of seats. wooden door.

A hazy figure walked in slowly and sat in a seat in the middle of the first row. It was still blurry, and his appearance and gender were unclear.

"This is a blank person, a passage." Gu Jun thought to himself, and the next step was to concentrate on turning the dream around and let Xian Yu dream.

In the past, his erosion level was high and his mental strength was not enough, but now he is much better, especially his mood has become clearer and he can do it!

They had talked about sweet dreams before. He knew some of Wu Shiyu's sweet dreams, so he would simply stage one of them.

The curtains of the small stage slowly opened, and the whole theater became a little brighter.

A cloud of marshmallows suddenly appeared on the stage.

There is a figure lying on the clouds, wrapped in soft softness, and its elasticity is more comfortable and fit than the best beanbag in the world.

Moreover, the figure is rolling around, and when the mouth wants to eat, it will directly open the marshmallow next to it, and eat more without even raising its hands. Marshmallows are not just sweet or salty, but have various flavors of all the delicacies in the world. There is no need to bite hard, but they melt in your mouth...

Gu Jun used his mental power to make this dream more substantial, calling over and over again: Wu Shiyu, this is your dream! that is you.

He couldn't hear the breathing clearly on the other side of the phone, but the figure of the audience sitting in the seat was slowly appearing.

The figure became a little smaller, and the sitting posture became slumped there. He was dressed in loose casual home clothes, with short black hair, and his face was still blurry, but he could vaguely see a beautiful but lazy appearance. It seems to have been successful...

"Xian Yu!" Gu Jun shouted quickly. His voice seemed to be played by a speaker in the theater, and he felt a little excited.

"Huh?" The figure of Wu Shiyu suddenly responded and seemed to come alive.

She stood up and looked around with doubtful and curious eyes, then at the stage, "Xian Jun? Is that you? Where are you?"

Love the Plague Doctor.