Plague Doctor

Looking at Deng Ximei's thin face, Gu Jun was in a state of confusion, as if he had an illusion but couldn't grasp it. Did we know each other when we were children? Or is this guy making up a story?

He had read the short stories she had written over the past year, which were all strange stories that took place in the mountains and fields, mostly with plants and animals as the protagonists. It can be said that he writes well and is a very talented person. He is an expert at making up stories, so he must stay alert.

"I don't remember." Gu Jun said, "I remember very little, as if my mind is locked."

In his memory bank, except for a few fragments of scenes, he could not recall anything more than what happened before he was six or seven years old. Speaking of specific people, there was no one except himself, his mother, and the kneeling withered-faced people in the banyan tree illusion.

No matter whether I think hard about it myself or have someone else dig it out through hypnosis, I can't find out more.

"Miss Deng, please tell me what you remember." Gu Jun said seriously, wanting to hear what she said.

"I can tell you the appearance of things." Deng Ximei said with a calm face, "We met when we were young and have a good relationship. But I can't tell you everything. Some things are often more than appearances."

"Really?" Gu Jun had reason to be suspicious, "When the investigators asked you last year, you said you couldn't remember the other soul boys, and you didn't give any names."

"I didn't want to answer that question at the time." Deng Ximei simply said without further explanation.

Gu Jun could feel her stubbornness, and she was unwilling to answer now.

But he had to figure this guy out, and that was his mission today.

And if he understands her, he will probably be able to understand more about his own childhood and the details of his future life.

He had some familiarity with Deng Ximei, not from memory, but like looking into a mirror.

He understands his own character, and people like him can only accept soft things but not hard words... If Deng Ximei is really the kind of person he feels, it is useless to force her. Only by showing her sincerity can she enter the crowd surrounding her. Within that dark wall.

"Ms. Deng, please go out and get some fresh air." Gu Jun said. In this environment, the surveillance camera in the corner would obviously aggravate her resistance.

Deng Ximei nodded silently, her face seemed to soften a little, or maybe it was just his imagination.

Originally, the first meeting between the two had to be monitored throughout the whole process, but Tongye and the others also knew that Deng Ximei was incompetent, so instead of being unable to ask anything, they might as well let Gu Jun try. Of course, it was mainly out of trust in Gu Jun and the privileges Gu Jun now had that this green light was given.

At that moment, Gu Jun led Deng Ximei out of the interrogation room, then left the review building, and walked in the woods in the nearby base, with other personnel following far away.

The night sky was dark, the light of street lamps illuminated the surroundings, and the branches and leaves of the woods rustled in the night wind.

Gu Jun walked slowly, and suddenly remembered a scene description passage in a short story by Deng Ximei: [The wind is wandering, and the weeds are swaying, as if they are whistling to ask the wind to take them away, breaking away from the confinement of the earth, and finally It doesn't matter if it's scattered. 】

This woman is not just willing to grow flowers and grass, she wants to fight against fate.

It was this kind of thought she revealed in her works that made the judging panel keep asking questions about her, her personal destiny? Or is it the fate of mortals?

But as smart as she is, it's impossible not to know this, but still write it like this. If she was going to pretend, shouldn't she have written something else? It's really possible...

"I read the novel you wrote. It's very good." Gu Jun used psychological methods to get close to her first.

"Thank you... I just miss the mountains and fields sometimes." Deng Ximei nodded slightly and said nothing again.

Gu Jun thought that according to her, she grew up in the wilderness of mountains and forests from the age of 7 to 20. He said: "Some people belong to the sofa, and some people belong to nature. There are many inconveniences in growing up in the wild, but It’s a lot of fun too, right?”

Perhaps because this person does not belong indoors, walking in the woods at night makes the illusion in his heart even stronger...

Only outside here can I feel this way about her past.

"There are many of them." Deng Ximei said softly, "My parents are experts. They taught me how to live outside."

Gu Jun heard the faint longing and sadness in her voice. She and her parents had a good relationship... He spoke frankly about himself: "I envy the relationship between you and your parents. My parents were in my tenth year." They disappeared at sea when they were young, and they were probably scum."

Deng Ximei looked at him and suddenly said: "Mr. Gu, I also want to destroy Laishang Company."

Gu Jun seemed to see a firmness in her eyes, and his heart couldn't help but jump.

"I have been thinking about this every day since last year." Deng Ximei seemed to be driven by determination and said a lot at once: "I have been locked up, probably because of the bad results caused by my memory information last year. But then It’s not what I thought, I’m not from Laisang, and I want to destroy it too. Destroy it for my parents, for myself… and for you, and for other soul children.”

At that moment, Gu Jun was moved by her and was willing to believe her without reservation.

Because he understands those feelings: the feeling of loneliness, the feeling of not being trusted, the feeling of growing like a weed, the feeling of being willing to die heroically...

"I don't know what I can do, but I have recently remembered some information about Laisang Company." Deng Ximei added, "I have never reported to others before, so I will tell you everything."

"Ms. Deng." Gu Jun stretched out his right hand, still alert, but a little more excited, at least

There is progress, "We can accomplish our goals."

Deng Ximei stared at him and stretched out her hand to shake it.

Suddenly, the long-standing illusion in Gu Jun's heart surged, and his head hurt violently. She was a medium, and there was an illusion triggering...

He couldn't help but hold his hand tighter. Deng Ximei's figure in front of him became hazy, mixed with the deep shadows of the surrounding trees, and the gaps between the tree shadows were filled with cold wind.

Was that the figure of a little girl? He seemed to see a little girl and other children...

But suddenly, the scene became clear, no, it was not a little girl, it was the figure of a young woman.

In a cold and lonely mountain forest, the old trees looked twisted. He saw two figures in the forest full of dead leaves. One had fallen to the ground, and the other was numbed by the young woman's gloved hands. The rope tightened around his neck, tightening it hard.

The figure's feet struggled a little at first, but gradually became straight, stiff, and motionless.

After that, the young woman climbed up the tree, tied the hemp rope to the branches, came down again, pulled the rope with both hands, and hung the two bodies up one after another.

The woman's face was calm, it was Deng Ximei.

Gu Jun's mind felt as if he had been hit hard. The illusion came to an abrupt end. He took a deep breath and looked at the thin woman in front of him. The flesh all over his body shrank involuntarily, and the turmoil in his heart was like a wild beast. In a prison cage.

It was she who killed her parents and then faked the murder scene.

why why……

"Ms. Deng." Gu Jun looked directly at her, still holding her hand for induction, his voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't want to go around in circles with her, "I just saw something about you and your parents, and I want to tell you It’s different.”

Deng Ximei's face did not change, and the eyes that met him did not blink. She seemed to understand what he was referring to, "That is the appearance of the matter, not the truth."

Love the Plague Doctor.