Plague Doctor

[My name is Bux. 】

Yu Chi's spirit connected with the alien projection of the alien baby, and using the mind barrier technology, the name "Bux" emerged naturally. It's like reading a diary, but also like writing this diary.

Foreign words appear scatteredly in the diary.

Some are lines and can be read coherently; some are just broken words, strange and strange, and it is difficult to know their meaning.

Yu Chi focused his energy on those coherent sentences, and there was a sense of fantasy shaking in front of his eyes, as if something had happened before, in another world, another time and space.

[Even Dr. Carlop said I should have died as soon as I was born. 】

The more the hallucinations surged, the more anxious he felt. Yu Chi tried his best to calm down and get in touch with the dark power.

The mental barrier is a self that needs to be constructed by oneself. Now maybe Bux is the prototype, maybe that is the original story:

I was a deformed child. I was born without even a rib, and all my internal organs were weakly squeezed together... No matter which Dr. Carlop looked at me, he would shake his head. All the medicine they have mastered shows that I should die. . But I survived, not a day, not a year, I lived long enough...

My parents wished I had died at birth, but they were afraid of blaspheming their beloved goddess of life.

All lives have value, and all lives are precious gifts from the goddess of life...

Therefore, even the most deformed and abominable life, a life born of sin, must be cherished. No abortion, no infanticide.

Abandon a life given to you by God, and you will also be abandoned by God...

The fear and blind faith in the gods imprisoned and drove them... The more they were afraid of offending the gods, the more carefully they took care of me... Spending huge sums of money to install external mechanical ribs... Is this love? People say that love is conditional. A beautiful woman will not fall in love with a deformed person... If love has so many conditions, is it still so-called love? Or is it a gorgeous disguise of other things...

These questions, too many questions, have been haunting me.

【who I am? Who am I if I am not sick? 】

Yu Chi's mind was churning with chaos, as if if he couldn't restrain himself, he would be swallowed up by the barrier that hadn't even been built yet.

This alien projection was twisting his mind...

Yu Chi opened his eyes and saw other people standing in front of different incubators. It was obviously not going well. Lou Xiaoning's brows were frowning, and Uncle Dan's expression became a little weird... Everyone was talking to each other. The projections of the foreign writers contended, and no one stopped their actions.

The mental pillar is the strong support for everyone.

While Yu Chi was building barriers, he kept his self-awareness clear with the mental pillars established by his love for archeology.

Magnificent mausoleums, magnificent cultural relics, mysterious symbols and graphics...

These loves and pursuits stabilize Yu Chi. Deep in his heart, he can still clearly distinguish who is Yu Chi, who is Wang Haifeng, and who is Bux.

But this also caused the connection between him and Bux's projection to shake, and the hallucination picture flickered. The deformed man who hung the body of Dr. Carlop on the dilapidated bell tower had his face hidden in the shadows. Next, it becomes increasingly blurry...

Yu Chi gritted his teeth and focused his energy on that sentence again:

【who I am? Who am I if I am not sick? 】

Bucs?

When I was a child, I always thought about why it was me. If I was not born with all the ribs missing, if I was born healthy, I could run like other people, I could express my love to the girl I like, and I could have a different life...

But...the person who thinks about this what-if is me, the freak Bux...

If Bookers had been born healthy, I would not exist, never existed...

That healthy Bux might be charming, might be looked down upon, might be ordinary and mediocre...

But in his mind, he doesn’t have the emotions that I have… He doesn’t have my experience, he doesn’t understand me. Maybe he will also treat people like me with contempt, thinking that such people are pitiful, non-threatening, needless to be wary, unable to fight back, will never get ahead, weak...

So, am I still Bucs? Bookers or me?

No, I understand that it won't be... It's the congenital absence of all ribs that makes me exist. Otherwise, there would be no me. I would not value my being born healthy if I was born healthy, and I would not seek to escape my pain if I had unpaid pain.

get rid of? Healthy people should abhor the pain of illness, but should I? I was raised by such pain...

Illness is my creator.

At this moment, Yu Chi could hardly suppress the churning dark power, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This mental barrier condensed bit by bit in his mind, and every bit was a bit of pain, but it was these that constituted this self, Bux, and possibly Lin Jing, as well as other negative people. choose……

Sentences composed of foreign words appeared more and more, with more unknown meanings, like the muffled thunder in the dark cloudy night sky.

[What have humans cured? 】

[Isn’t disease, in some ways, a feeling of alienation...]

[Isn’t it easy for diseases to separate people? We, you, us, you...]

[A plague can expose the true colors of people who claim to feed on love. 】

[Why am I a disease like this? 】

[Joy here, sadness there. 】

【No solution. 】

[They fear us, they despise us, they hate us, they want us to disappear. them, us. 】

[Being born with twelve pairs of ribs is a disease. Being born with strong bones means good health. 】

【Let this world return to its original appearance. They hate me and I hate hypocrisy. 】

[Dr. Carlop, what did you cure? 】

【I have noticed you. 】

[Now you have a negative choice, just like us. You are born of pain, you feed on misery. This taste will change you and you will never be the same again. In your mind, you see yourself and others as corpses. The stinking ones are obvious, and the ones that are not stinking are deceiving others and yourself. 】

【Hello, Yu Chi. My name is Brooks Langton, and welcome to the Negative Choice Life Society. 】

Several mental pillars suddenly vibrated violently. Yu Chi's right hand suddenly hurt, and he suddenly lost control and suddenly pulled away from the foreign infant's forehead.

His right hand was shaking constantly. He felt that his fingers were all tied together and could not be stretched out. They were deformed...

He also felt something inside his head, tumbling around, tearing and shattering...

"Captain Yu!?" Deng Ximei hurriedly walked up, and Wu Shiyu made a gesture to make the old seal. Even Tong Ye and others who were separated by the surveillance camera seemed to feel a chill. Xiao Haifeng, the alien baby in the incubator, cried loudly.

"I, I...it's okay..." Yu Chi said hoarsely. Although there were some slight cracks in the mental pillar, it could still stand for the time being.

And there is a layer of spiritual barrier that has been built... ready to move, but is still being suppressed...

Those different sentences were engraved in his mind like inscriptions, but he didn't yet know all the meanings.

Love the Plague Doctor.