The entrance of the morgue was only the size of two portable stretcher beds. As Gu Jun walked in casually, a gust of cold air hit him in the face.
Gu Jun looked around. This was the first time he had set foot in this place. It was not spacious, and the lights on the ceiling were dim. There was a large stainless steel freezer on the left and right, and each had ten mortuary cabinets. The cabinets' doors were all closed, and he did not know if there were corpses inside.
There were some tool cabinets in front of him, as well as a few portable stretcher beds and a few blue medical screens. There was nothing else.
Although the morgue was a creepy place in various horror movies, it was actually so small, so there was nothing strange about it.
It was just that from the moment Gu Jun walked through the door, his heart sank. He took a step closer to the freezer on the left, and the depression intensified, mixed with a hint of agitation … His heart flashed with vigilance. "Can I withstand triggering an unknown illusion like this?"
After every illusion, he would feel pain in the nerves in his brain, and his whole body would feel mentally drained …
Gu Jun cautiously stopped and opened the system interface to check the host's status. Heart rate and blood pressure were rising, which meant that triggering the illusion did affect the body. "Heart rate 100/beats, still at the edge of the normal range. There's no danger yet." He kept an eye on the indicators as he continued to walk forward.
One step, heart rate 115/beats
Two steps, heart rate 130/beats
Three steps, heart rate 145/beats
Gu Jun took a deep breath. In the span of a few steps, his heart suddenly became too fast, as if he was doing an intense exercise. This number was approaching the danger zone. His heart was thumping, and a sense of deja vu kept appearing in front of him. It was 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/beats
The morgue was right in front of him, and the sense of deja vu had not turned into an illusion yet, but Gu Jun had a definite feeling that he knew what to do.
"According to the increase in heart rate, the illusion should be triggered at around 160-180/beats, which is a little dangerous. It might be like paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia, but I don't have any chronic heart disease. I can occasionally overclock, even if it lasts for a few hours, I should be able to hold on. "
Gu Jun slowly raised his right hand and pressed his palm against the stainless steel surface of the morgue cabinet. The skin of his palm suddenly felt cold. This coldness then surged in, surging through the superficial fascia, deep fascia … straight to the bones of his hand!
His heart rate was 185 beats per minute, and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. He felt an abnormal pain, and he found it difficult to breathe. The scene in front of him blurred and changed. Everything seemed to be far away, and everything seemed to be coming.
His deduction was correct. As long as the three conditions were met at the same time, he would be able to trigger the relevant illusion.
The chaotic light and shadows gradually stabilized and became clearer …
Gu Jun saw a majestic church standing in the middle of an unknown city. The church was not of any architectural style he was familiar with. It was made of huge rock, and every pillar and window was exquisite and eerie. The steeple rose to the sky, and black birds flew in flocks.
How could it be a church? This was out of his expectation, and it was such a magnificent and large church.
He thought the three diary pages would lead him to a hospital, a morgue, or a place with similar functions …
"Why? What's the connection? "
Enduring the sharp pain in his head and heart, Gu Jun's consciousness gradually approached the church. In a blur, he passed through the high steps, the exquisite statues, and the majestic front door. He reached the inside of the church, and suddenly he saw a scene that made his blood run cold.
Under the towering vault, there were hundreds of thousands of figures in the spacious church. They were all kneeling on the ground, facing the throne at the front of the church.
He saw … some of the people's limbs were twisted, some were missing their heads, and some were only skeletons …
Whether they had a head or not, they were all deeply pressed against the ground, motionless. Their faces could not be seen at all, but there was a sense of piety, grotesque, and madness.
"This is not a morgue, but this is …" Gu Jun suddenly understood. "The place where the dead go."
He suddenly remembered the words of the withered man from Lai Sheng Company. "Dead? No, you don't understand. " The man carefully chewed on the word "dead" with a playful tone, as if he had a different understanding of this concept.
He thought of the Malformed Banyan Tree and the dozens of faces on the tree. Were they really … dead?
"… Argh!" Gu Jun's heart violently twitched again, and he could no longer bear the impact of these illusions. His palm withdrew from the morgue, and the illusions instantly dissipated like smoke. He trembled all over, gasping for breath. He wanted to turn around, but he lost his balance and fell forward. His palm once again pressed against the morgue, but this time there was no cold feeling, and there were no illusions.
The three diary pages in his mind seemed to have lost their luster. It seemed that the number of times that each directly related object could trigger the illusion was not unlimited.
These three diary pages were temporarily out of commission.
"Next time, I must prepare a quick-acting cardio-reliever pill before triggering it …" Gu Jun clutched his heart and stood against the morgue for a while before his heart rate slowly dropped. He was already exhausted, but he still could not let go of the illusion just now.
"Where is that? What are those people worshiping? What kind of church is that? "
Gu Jun thought for a while, but there was no clue. After all, this was the morgue. After he caught his breath, he turned around and walked out.
"Could it be that behind Lai Sheng Company and the Malformed Banyan Disease, there is a church?" Gu Jun was still thinking as he walked. "If there is a church, there must be a cult, there must be a god …" An idea rose in his mind. "Lai Sheng Company … is it a secret society, and my parents are all members?"
The more he thought about it, the more chills he felt. Secret societies usually valued family inheritance from generation to generation.
"Was I already a member of Lai Sheng Company before I was born?"
"Doctor, huh? Are you a doctor? " At this time, the security guard at the door asked loudly, interrupting Gu Jun's thoughts. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to the wrong place." Gu Jun did not say much and quickened his pace. He walked all the way 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 he did not know where the stars had gone. The illusion of the church had become a lingering nightmare. He looked at the night sky and seemed to see himself kneeling under the vault, as well as his parents and other people …
Gu Jun let out a long sigh and stopped thinking about it. He took out his phone and looked at it. It was almost eight o 'clock in the evening. There were finally some new messages on the WeChat group. Professor Gu, Wang Ruoxiang, and Cai Zixuan had all @ him and sent the address of the gathering.
"Got it, I'm coming." Gu Jun pressed the button on his phone and sent a message to WeChat.
He walked for a while and arrived at the street side of the hospital's main entrance square. He waved for a taxi and went to the restaurant where the gathering was held.
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