Phecda had communicated with FBM about this cursed video and the reply he got was that they were still trying to locate the original uploader.
What was the meaning of the video? What was its purpose? Provocation? War?
After watching the video, Gu Jun felt like there was a fishbone stuck in his throat. Danger was approaching but he still had no idea what it was.
"I need to talk to Deng Ximei." He told Tong Ye and the rest, this breakthrough should not be delayed any longer.
Currently, Deng Ximei was still being held captive at the Spell Department base. This time, she was escorted to the foot of the mountain next to the base for a private meeting. Gu Jun grabbed a few things and left the medical building. He went to the meeting place. When he arrived, Deng Ximei was already there.
The foot of the mountain was quiet. She stood next to the dark forest and her face was as calm as ever.
The guards followed a little further away from the two. In fact, there were surveillance cameras and sentries everywhere, so it was impossible to escape.
"Miss Deng, here are some wills." Gu Jun handed her a stack of wills. "They are all the wills of those who have died in this plague."
Deng Ximei looked at him and accepted it.
Over the past 2 days, she had been given access to some new information from the outside world. She had a rough idea of the current situation of the plague.
"The global death toll is over 2 million." Gu Jun said darkly, "If every victim has left their will here, it will drown us like a flood. I have no idea what you will think but I beg you to reconsider the current situation, whether you should do your part or not. "
Deng Ximei read through the first will silently and then the next one.
She read through the 3 wills and her gaze shifted. "I saw that video before I left, it might be the beginning of a sacrificial ritual …"
"Miss Deng." Gu Jun stopped her. More importantly, he needed to know whether she could be trusted or not. "Can you tell me everything from the beginning?"
Deng Ximei looked at the dark night. After a pause, there was a trace of determination in her voice. "Of course. After that, I might go crazy and never recover, so as for the rest … I wish you good luck. "
"What do you mean?" Gu Jun asked with a frown. She spoke very seriously and sincerely.
"Gu Jun." Deng Ximei didn't look at him. Her voice was stiff. "You were the only one who left back then. After so many years, you were the only one who left."
Gu Jun felt a chill run down his spine. "You mean …"
"Spirit Barrier." Deng Ximei suddenly said something that sounded like the name of a spell. She walked forward, her long black hair fluttering in the night wind.
"There was once a girl who had been kept in a cage since she was a child," she said. "Every day she had to do something she didn't want to do. But the girl knows a psychological technique from another world. By imagining a lot of things for herself and imagining another life, she built a spiritual barrier to prevent herself from going crazy. "
Gu Jun understood. Instantly, he felt the night wind turn colder. The trees around them exuded a sense of desolation.
Deng Ximei said that she was taken away by her parents when she was young and she had been wandering in the wild for many years. That was just a kind of spiritual barrier, a sweet dream bubble that she had created herself.
Once she was forced to confess her real experience, she would have to face her real self …
Sometimes, the hardest thing for a person to face was themselves.
If that spiritual barrier was broken, she might fall into a state of mental disorder, because the truth about her was madness and strangeness.
"Then we'll take it slow." Gu Jun sighed. It was not that he trusted her completely but he didn't want to push the girl into a dead end.
"No, listen." Deng Ximei had already made up her mind. "This is a good season to wither."
"Wait!" Gu Jun called after her again. 'Spiritual barrier?' Gu Jun was reminded of something. "I might have an idea."
Other than Lucky's sweet dream, he still had a blank sweet dream. He planned to use it to establish a connection with Wu Shiyu. Gu Jun needed Dirty-minded Yu's help in both work and personal life. But now he had no other choice. In the sweet dream, he could tell if Deng Ximei was telling the truth or not.
Therefore, Gu Jun explained everything to Deng Ximei and asked her about one of her sweet dreams.
"A sweet dream?" Deng Ximei was silent for a while. "All the flowers in the four seasons will bloom at the same time."
"No problem, anything can come true in a sweet dream." Gu Jun held her hand and closed his eyes to focus. He was not afraid of what she would do. There was a sniper watching them from afar and his consciousness was not completely defenseless …
Perhaps there was a special connection between the Spirit Children because the process of building this sweet dream for Deng Ximei was very smooth.
Soon, inside the dilapidated theatre, the only audience member in the audience took the form of a tall and slender woman.
Deng Ximei turned to look at her surroundings. She looked at the stage with a curious expression.
"Miss Deng, can you feel it?" Gu Jun said as his voice echoed in the theatre. "This place can make your consciousness independent. The impact on your senses will be reduced. In other words, it is a different kind of spiritual barrier. Say what you want to say, but stop if you feel uncomfortable. I don't want to see you go crazy. "
"… Hmm." Deng Ximei remained silent for a while before nodding her head. Her elegant face began to change due to the churning thoughts in her mind.
Here, Gu Jun could sense her melancholy and stubbornness, the things she had been through …
Deng Ximei looked at the flowers on stage that should have bloomed in different seasons and started to tell her story.
She seemed to be telling him, telling the flowers, or telling herself, the version of herself that was hiding behind the spiritual barrier.
"My name is Deng Ximei. Ever since I could remember, I was trapped in a den of thieves.
I was a Spirit Child and so were the people around me. At the time, we were young and naive, we did whatever the thieves told us to do. Due to the uncertainty of the Spirit Child experiment, they did not plan to treat Spirit Children as the core of their future but as a tool to be exploited and sacrificed.
Not every Spirit Child can be considered a success, and there are different levels of success. You are the most successful, but I am not unimportant either.
You gave them words and after I learned them, I gave them stories.
When I was young, I had this talent. I could write some poems and novels that once existed in that world. This helped them find a lost civilization.
We knew each other when we were young and we were very close. We made many children's promises.
Now that I think about it, they were all meaningless.
Not long after you left, when I was not even seven, I was brought to the wilderness. I was trapped there to experience nature with my heart. I isolated myself from the world to prolong the Spirit Child's inspiration. They hoped that I could write more stories. I did not hate nature but I hated those people.
My parents … Those two people are indeed my parents by blood. But every Spirit Child has an identity from another world. That is why I have another name, Lydia. Miss Lydia, that is what my parents usually call me. Actually, I've only met them a few times over the years.
The older I get, the more I see, the more I doubt what they do. Their malice, madness, harms … is there any meaning to it.
But I have hidden all these thoughts. I did not let them notice anything and did not tell them about the spiritual barrier. I gave myself a layer of protection.
But since I have not been able to come up with new stories, the normal stories that I made up myself were useless. Last year, they tried to enter my brain to see if there was anything else of value. They sent my parents to do that.
Because they are related to me by blood, there is a special spiritual connection between us. They are the best at this.
They had my parents bring me on a 'holiday'. Actually, it was a trip to another part of the forest. They wanted to use the privacy and intimacy to strengthen the connection.
That night, I did not know things would end up that way … "
At this point, Deng Ximei's emotions were obviously greatly impacted. Starting from her feet, fine cracks spread across the floor, quickly covering the small theater. The flowers on the stage were withering, and the whole sweet dream bubble started to shake violently.
Gu Jun quickly told her to stop because he could feel that what she said was the truth, all of it.
If it wasn't for the fact that she was in a beautiful dream, the pain and distortion just now would have been enough to break through her mental barrier and devour her will.
However, this great collapse might only need one more crack to happen, not to mention a storm-like strike.
He knew what happened next that night.
But Deng Ximei continued to talk. Her expression became more and more strange. Pain, sadness, coldness, pleasure, relief … all of them were mixed together.
"At first, they were kind, and I felt a sense of kinship. But soon, when we started that kind of heart-to-heart game, their evil intentions showed. They wanted to use a spell to push my mind into the darkness. That way, perhaps I would be able to remember more useful stories …
It was also at that time that I flipped through some information in their minds. Phecda, the contact point, and the coordinates that I had figured out a few days ago.
They wanted to push me into the darkness, but my spiritual barrier saved me. I did not fall into madness. Then, I made a decision.
It was not a sudden impulse, not a moment of confusion. I thought about it for a long time and considered everything that I knew before I did it.
I killed my parents and used the rope that they had prepared to use to tie a hammock to the tree. Then, I hung them up.
Then, I left that place, ran out of that forest, ran all the way to Phecda, ran to my new life. "
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