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Meng Huai was immersed in the mysterious and incomprehensible mystery, but he suddenly froze.

He said... what?

Meng Huai's heart was instantly run over by another group of grass-mud horses--almost spewing blood onto the computer, furiously gnashing his teeth and staring at the other self, roaring in his heart: Where did unknown creatures come out--what are you?You carry yourself behind your back—it doesn’t seem right; you secretly occupy your body—it seems ambiguous; you have such ulterior motives for his little brother Yue——Hello, unknown creature , Goodbye, unknown creature, get lost to Java!

He Ming saw a Meng Huai who was left with only "#(╰_╯)#" after the emoticon was changed... This kind of fine-grained thing... He Ming had to hide his face and start to make up his mind quickly: Meng Huai after the fine-grained Obviously he is a perverted homosexual, and he even had sex with a man. Could it be the team member named Yue Yun among his comrades?That handsome boy with a personality who was mistaken for a time-traveler... He Mingxin was at war with man, so would he tell Meng Huai?If you don't say it, Meng Huai is so stupid that he doesn't know, will he be hated by his comrades?No, maybe Meng Huai and brother Yue Yun after the separation are friends with sex. They took advantage of Meng Huai's unconsciousness to secretly have sex. Meng Huai is really pitiful...

Meng Huai had no idea that 30 tragic images of himself waking up and discovering the truth while he was being fucked or being fucked flashed through the minds of his alumni.The strong camaraderie prompted He Ming to pat Meng Huai's shoulder and said sadly, "I'll tell you something...be mentally prepared."

Meng Huai faintly had a bad premonition.

"During the inspection...you just...that...passed..."

"Which... is that?"

"It's...that kind of thing. Come on, man. The physiologist accidentally checked it...don't think about it."

Meng Huai suddenly fell to the floor again.He Ming further confirmed the speculation, and he sympathized infinitely with Meng Huai.

Meng Huai felt that the bones of his body were about to be crushed by the grass mud horse, and he suddenly remembered the punch Yue Yun hit him in the cave, "You forgot?...you treated me like that..." Meng Huai's words sounded inexplicable at the time, Now there is a faint clue.

Meng Huai didn't care about anything else, he just wanted to know one very important thing.

"I-I-I above or below...?"

He Ming looked at him speechlessly, and said calmly: "Above."

Meng Huai had the urge to cry against the wind for a moment—he didn't remember such a good thing.Nima, Nima, for nothing, that unknown creature, that primate that split into something 600 million years ago—— Nima!It's too damned, but, thinking of Yue Yun's angry and angry appearance, Meng Huai unilaterally interpreted it as shy-brother Yue is willing to do it?I will have a better time in the future.In a blink of an eye, the smile opened again.

He Ming looked at Meng Huai who sometimes gritted his teeth, sometimes smiled foolishly, sometimes had watery eyes, and sometimes was heartbroken. He felt that his brain circuits were not enough and began to become confused.

Shouldn't Meng Huai be very angry and sad?He is a good straight man who penetrates another man's ass, why is he not panic at all?

"That 600 million years, I'll never end with you!" Meng Huai watched the video angrily, determined not to allow him to appear again.

He Ming breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in support.

Meng Huai came back to his senses and frowned and said, "Speaking of which, that nonsense, what do you mean by the destruction of the world?"

"I don't know yet, it might be some ancient ghost reincarnated." He Ming laughed dryly.

"Ah? You are a scientist, why do you believe in such feudal superstition?"

He Ming shook his head slowly: "Now the scientific community proposes a hypothesis of soul reincarnation. It is not a superstition. Researchers have found many cases. There is a little girl in Mumbai who can speak Japanese at the age of three. Crying, convinced that I was an imperial army who died in the three northeastern provinces. There was an Indian woman who had never traveled far, and one day she actually said in Norwegian that she was a drowned woman, and her husband and son were waiting for her to return home. , the researchers really found the so-called 'husband' at the place she designated, and found that he was a widower whose wife had died for almost 20 years. And..."

"Stop, stop, stop..." Meng Huai's head was as big as a fight: "So you think that is also the ghost of some prehistoric man who reincarnated on me after the destruction of the earth? What are you planning to do to me?"

"Let's look again. That personality is fierce and extreme, manipulating your body to carry out all kinds of extreme behaviors. Psychologists suggest to do a few more hypnosis, find more information about that personality, and then slowly dissolve it. Those reincarnations in history The cases in this case will not continue all the time, like the little girl in Mumbai, who grew up and returned to normal, and doesn't remember anything about Japan."

Meng Huai was horrified and couldn't believe it.Still want to distinguish: "But I was normal when I was a child... If it is a reincarnation, why did it appear recently?"

"Analyzed by psychologists, it is very likely that after your body stimulated the antibody, it stimulated your subconscious personality and recalled some relevant memories."

Meng Huai felt incredible: "Why? Does that guy have anything to do with zombies?"

"I don't know, so I need to hypnotize more." He Ming smiled triumphantly. "Don't worry, we'll do our best to heal you."

Meng Huai shivered violently again. "I... when can I go back?"

"We respect your personal opinion. If you really don't want to be here after the treatment period, we will send you back."

Meng Huai got rid of the worry of being locked in a cage, and made up his mind: as long as he has time, he must make a pennant for the research institute."Long Live Our Lady" was written on it.

After several hypnotherapy treatments by psychologists, the sharp Meng Huai did not appear.Everyone in the institute was happy—except Meng Huai himself.

It's a good thing that guy doesn't show up anymore, but he's starting to dream.Every night's dream will become weird and weird, but it is so real.

After having those dreams, his whole body would be sore the next day, his mind would be dizzy, and he would lose his appetite. Even if those dreams were illusory, they could still drain his energy.Let him have no time to look at it during the day.What's worse is that every time after hypnotherapy, although the personality will not appear and the subconscious is blank, the dreams at night will be extraordinarily long.

He reported it to the psychotherapist, and the psychotherapist thought it was a good thing after analysis.It shows that those subconscious minds have been transferred from the deepest part of the cerebral cortex to a shallower area, released through dreams, and it will be fine when all dreams are finished.

But Meng Huai felt that the situation had not changed.The energy he expends in his dreams will be replenished by an equal amount of sleep during the day.Hypnotherapy does not require waking up, so he lies in bed all day long and lethargic.There is no taste in eating, and I eat less and less.

After just one week, Meng Huai's cheeks had sunken, he had lost a whole circle of weight, and his speech was weak.He once consulted a therapist when he was conscious, and the therapist was not sure, so he reduced the frequency of hypnosis appropriately, but the frequency of Meng Huai's dreams did not decrease but increased.

Once Meng Huai fell asleep on the bed for a whole day and didn't wake up.The therapists realized something was wrong, and they stopped the hypnosis. In the middle of the night, he was sweating profusely, and his pupils were rolling.Physiologists scanned Meng Huai's brain and discovered a frightening fact: when Meng Huai was dreaming, the crest of the brain wave directly broke the rules.All the organs in his body were in motion, the blood flow rate was twice as fast as usual, and he was sweating all over.

These signs of life will only appear when the body is at its peak.When the heart is extremely devastated.Meng Huai continued to have these dreams, exhausting physical strength and mental trauma, exactly the same as in reality.They also understood why Meng Huai lost weight so quickly.A person eats so little a day and consumes so much that even a god can't sustain it.

But no matter how the therapist gave Meng Huai sleeping pills, no matter how much he injected sedatives, he would fall into a dream at night.Meng Huai had to be given glucose every day to prevent him from collapsing and dying.

So, what did Meng Huai dream about?

Twelve tall crystal columns surround a square-sized brass sundial, and in front of it is a ten-meter-high temple, whose circular dome is supported by copper columns.Standing in the middle of the temple with his sword in his hand, he said the prayer for the thousandth time.Then he walked out of the temple gate alone.The huge statue on the altar behind him fell down with a 'boom'.

He stood under the huge crystal pillar, looking up at the bronze monument as tall as a mountain.Located at the center of twelve radially intersecting streets, the streets on all sides were crowded with pale-faced zombies.

——He let out a roar from his chest, and the huge flat sword with a foot wide on his back cut through the bloodstains splashed all the way.

——The sky with gray feathers was covered by the blood in his eyes, the pain made his limbs cold, his heart and lungs were cracked, and his blurred vision gradually became a picture: the land sank, the sea water poured back, the sky was covered by volcanic ash, and rumbles came from the ground the shock.He struggled to reach a cold stone tablet, let the sharpness prick his fingertips, and weakly uttered some inaudible words: ——My blood will never be left to the devil.

Whenever that sentence shook his vocal cords, Meng Huai would always wake up in the dark, sweating profusely.

In that dark and empty moment, listening to the sweat slipping into the temples, is it imagination?Is it memory?Is it a prophecy?Suddenly, Meng Huai couldn't distinguish time and space, as if he was really running in despair on the lifeless street, surrounded by the dead bodies of his relatives.