Reincarnation Dreamland [Unlimited]

The vicar's house was at the end of the village, at the foot of the shortest of the three high mountains.The two came to the pastor's residence together. Mike's leg injury was much more serious than it looked. When he was about to reach the pastor's house, he was already unable to stand still and could hardly walk without Tang Ji's support.

But he was very tough and didn't complain of pain.

The town belongs to the settlement of Indians, and there are many local people who believe in Christianity.The vicar's house was a single-storey log house with a small attic.It looks very simple from the outside, and the ground at the door is very clean. It can be seen that the pastor is a hardworking person.The two knocked on the wooden door and explained their purpose.

"You can call me Lee," the pastor opened the door, revealing a dark complexion with a broad nose. He glanced at Mike's feet, and opened the door very friendly, "Come in and sit down."

The room is very warm, the kitchen and dining room are connected to the living room, and the stove is humming hot water.

The pastor opened Mike's wound and observed it for a while, then got up and went to the backyard to pull out some green plants on site, and introduced them as herbs for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.Tang Ji studied orthodox western medicine, focusing on neurocognition. He was not familiar with medicinal herbs, and he was even less familiar with their medicinal effects, so he could only watch quietly from the sidelines.

"Are there many people who came to you for treatment because of injuries in a car accident?" Tang Ji asked from the side.

"Of course," the pastor nodded, carefully cleaning Mike's wound.

"After looking for you, did those people come to look for you?" What Tang Ji actually wanted to know was how long those people who were injured in the car accident stayed in this town.After all, this kind of trauma is not so easy to recover. If you change the dressing or get worse, you will always come to the pastor for help when you need a doctor.

The priest raised his head and took a deep look at Tang Ji, as if Tang Ji had attracted his attention because of this strange question.Afterwards, he continued to clean the wound, and casually replied: "Not much, almost nothing."

Mike interjected, "Why? There are other doctors in town—hiss—"

The priest smeared a layer of transparent liquid on Mike's leg, and the cold water irritated Mike's wound, and he couldn't help but yelled softly.

"What book is this?" Tang Ji's attention was attracted by a book on the round table.The book was called "Animal Graveyard", and the book was folded upside down on the table. Pastor Lee was supposed to be reading this book at home before they came.

"The book I read recently," the pastor was still helping Mike clean his wound, and looked up at the book upon hearing this, "Do you like reading?"

Tang Ji only felt that he had heard the title of this book somewhere, and that dreams always had some projections of reality, but he couldn't remember it for a while, so he said, "I really like it, can I read it?"

The pastor graciously agreed.

Tang Ji took the book, sat next to Mike and read it seriously.The pastor continued to crush the herbs, and Mike watched the pastor grind the herbs. For a while, the three of them didn't speak anymore.

When Tang Ji was studying, he appeared to be the kind of kid from someone else's family, with a good eye and ten lines, and a super good memory.It takes four to five hours for others to read a book, but he finished it in half an hour.This book tells the story of a man whose cat died. He prayed to God, and God saw him as pious and blessed him. The man went through untold hardships and brought the cat back to life.

"Does this kind of tradition really exist among the Indians?" Tang Ji closed the book and looked up at the pastor.

"Maybe," the pastor said noncommittally. He slowly poured out the herb residue that had been crushed into green mud, and applied it to Mike's feet.

After finishing all this, he looked through the cabin and looked at the highest mountain in the opposite town.There is snow on the top of the mountain that does not melt all year round, and the vegetation on the mountainside is lush and misty, which is quite holy.

"As long as the soul is not reincarnated and the belief is devout enough, the gods will help that person to bring the beloved animal back to life."

"But it takes a lot of love."

"The holy mountain has soil favored by God."

Tang Ji followed the pastor's gaze, and when he saw the distant mountain snow scene outside the window, he thought of these words in the book.

"You have a good memory." The pastor nodded affirmatively, and cast admiring glances at Tang Ji, "There is indeed such a legend that there is soil favored by the gods on the mountainside of the holy mountain. Dead animals are buried there, and Opportunities come back to life."

·

"Is what that book said true? How could animals come back from the dead?" Mike was a staunch materialist and didn't believe in such a fantasy.

If it is the real world, of course there is no such possibility.However, Mike didn't know that he was in someone else's dream.

Since coming out of the pastor's hut, Tang Ji has been thinking about the plot of the dream all the way, and did not answer Mike's question.

Mike had inconvenient legs and walked slowly, but Tang Ji didn't dislike him. When the two returned to the hotel after groping, it was almost dark.

The door of the room where the murder took place has been cordoned off by the police station, and a seal has been pasted on the door.

During dinner time, among the residents dining in the lobby on the first floor, the topic of conversation still revolved around the murder case.Some said it was a robbery of wealth, some said it was a vendetta against a rival in love, there are all kinds of speculations.

The senior brother and his companions didn't show up all night, Tang Ji had been waiting in the lobby, during which Mike finished washing up and went downstairs to chat with him.

"I always hear cats meowing in my room, do you hear that?" Mike wondered.

Tang Ji shook his head, but suddenly thought of something, his face changed slightly: "Is there a cat meowing in other people's rooms?"

Mike didn't know. "Shall I ask?" he said.

Tang Ji said seriously: "Quickly go and ask, those people who stuck their heads out last night, ask them all."

Mike is a straightforward person who does what he says, so he went around the second floor, and when he confirmed that there was a meowing sound in his room alone, Tang Ji analyzed: "There was a meowing sound in Hans' room last night. , today is your room, but we have never seen any cats in this hotel from the beginning to the end. Do you say this is a coincidence? Or is there any special reason?"

Mike was silent.

"Do you feel that all this is unreal? It's like dreaming." Tang Ji said.

"Well," Mike nodded, "something happens that is beyond our comprehension, and when we usually can't adapt, we always call it untrue."

Tang Ji: "If we treat these as a dream..."

Mike looked at Tang Ji, his eyes full of sympathy: "I can understand your feelings. But even if you feel like you are dreaming, the coincidence that happened now is real, you have to face the reality instead of deceiving yourself!"

Tang Ji: "...Okay."

The two were chatting, and the senior brother and his group came back at this moment.

"Senior brother——" Tang Ji stood up, he had many doubts, and of course he also got some guesses and conclusions. He was planning to discuss the current situation with his senior brother tonight.

Zhang Jianshan waved to Tang Ji, "Come on." He wanted to take Tang Ji back to his room.

Tang Ji said good night to Mike, and before leaving, he didn't forget to tell Mike to be careful tonight.

·

I thought it was just a conversation with the two senior brothers, but after Tang Ji entered the room, he found that the entire team of the senior brothers were waiting for him inside.

"This is my junior brother, Tang Ji." The senior brother introduced him to his teammates, "Doctor of Cognitive Neurology, currently a doctor in the B City Mental Hospital."

"Doctor Tang, hello!" Gao Zhuang was the first to stand up with a bald head. This man spoke with a heavy accent and seemed to be not well educated. When he heard what kind of doctor Tang Ji was, his eyes lit up.

The bald head is called Chen Lijun, with stiff bones, a burly figure, and the height of a tough guy, but he has a round face. When he smiles, he narrows his eyes, a bit like Erha.

The other silent young man next to the bald head was Lin Qiao, with acne on his face and wearing glasses, "I heard you woke up, that's amazing!" Lin Qiao gave Tang Ji a thumbs up.

Last one, Simon.He was sitting alone against the wall, reading with a book in his hand.Hearing this, he just raised his head and looked in Tang Ji's direction, and nodded casually, as a greeting.

"Come on, sit down." Zhang Jianshan pulled out a chair, and several people sat down around the table in the middle of the room.

"Zhang Jianshan said that you are a professional in the study of neuropathy. What exactly does Kaide want to do?" Chen Lijun said, "Brother, why don't you come to study?"

"What's wrong with the main dreamer? I'm talking about reality." Tang Ji didn't answer Chen Lijun's question directly, but looked at his senior. The senior had been avoiding talking about these people before, but now he suddenly and generously introduced his teammates to him. This change in attitude before and after, in itself explains a lot of problems.

The senior brother pinched the bridge of his nose with a tired expression: "I don't know, we don't know him."

"······" Tang Ji thought to himself, well, even the patient's own information is not enough to diagnose his cause, and it is too normal to be unable to analyze it based on only a few words of the dream scene.

"He had a bad childhood experience," the brother tried to objectively state the main dreamer's personal situation, so that Tang Ji could make a judgment. "My father is currently serving a sentence in prison, and his mother is deceased. My uncle saw him as pitiful, so he took him Go to the hotel to raise them."

"How old were you when you picked him up?" Tang Ji pondered for a while, "Why was his father imprisoned? How did his mother die?"

"After he was about 6 years old, his father killed his mother and convicted him of intentional homicide." The brother added, "However, the police station here can't check the method and process of his father's murder of his mother. I asked him, I don't want to say."

"Does he have a small animal playmate?" Tang Ji asked.

"You guessed it too?!" The bald-headed Chen Lijun said excitedly, "I guess he had pets, but they all disagreed with that statement."

"There is no evidence to prove that he ever raised animals," Zhang Jianshan said sternly, "I don't recommend starting an investigation from this direction."

"Zhang Jianshan, your suggestions are always wrong," Chen Lijun retorted, "If you could improve your accuracy, we would have solved this dream a long time ago!"

Zhang Jianshan: "I have said it many times. Dreams confuse many personal feelings, sensory impressions and subconscious states..."

Chen Lijun: "But your analysis is still inaccurate."

Zhang Jianshan: "Dreams are mostly a disguised transfer of people's subconscious..."

Chen Lijun: "But your error rate is ridiculously high."

Zhang Jianshan: "Dreams belong to..."

Chen Lijun: "But you—"

"You two can't finish!" As soon as Simon said, Zhang Jianshan and Chen Lijun stopped pointlessly arguing and defending.Simon glanced at Tang Ji, and said in a low voice, "Listen to Dr. Tang."