Human dimension reduction

By the time those tall and burly men were sweating and pushing away the tourists to squeeze in, the noble young man who was sitting by the fountain holding the lyre had disappeared, leaving only a college student wearing a stupid feather hat Holding the pen and writing hard, I plucked the lyre from time to time to play a few out-of-tune syllables.

"Where are the people here just now?"

The leading man rolled his eyes to look around, but unfortunately, there were so many people around him that his sight was completely blocked, and he could only see the crowds of tourists passing by.

"What? You mean Mr. Stuart?" White, who was thinking hard about recalling the content of the long poem, raised his head happily, and he had subconsciously used the honorific, "He just left, he should have gone to see the exhibition inside—wait a minute , who are you?"

He belatedly realized that these people seemed to be hostile, so he tilted his head back vigilantly.

Why did they ask Mr. Stuart - oh my god that name is really weird to pronounce, he is not some empty-headed history idiot, when the bald eagle was still a colony, its suzerain country had a surname with this name The dynasty lasted for quite a long time. According to their naming rules, the royal family at that time had this surname.

This is not some common surname that you come across casually.

But he didn't think too much about it. Maybe that gentleman just picked up a code name. It's nothing unusual. A person who can play the lyre so well can't be a bad person.

On that day, checkpoints were set up in the neighborhoods near the Metropolitan Museum of Art, enclosing a large area of ​​the neighborhood, and passing vehicles were strictly inspected. The public was very dissatisfied with such a sudden inspection, and there were complaints on the street, but this was not the first time that such a thing happened It may be that there are robbers or something running over, anyway, they are all used to this kind of peaceful life with a bit of danger.

The military urgently mobilized all nearby electronic signals to search for William Stuart frame by frame. In the end, they found his trace in the surveillance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which no one checked carefully. .

The cameras in the art museum cover all directions without dead ends. These pearls of human beings are protected by heavy bulletproof glass and infrared detectors. The cameras are hidden in every hidden corner and surround them, which also recorded the man’s walking by the way. route.

He actually walked into the museum as White said, stood in front of the guide map and looked carefully for a long time, and then chose the medieval art exhibition area.

The entire museum is a building with high arches, surrounded by light yellow marble walls and glass windows, outlining the antique and elegant scenery. Walking inside is like walking in the palace where the throne was still there hundreds of years ago. A woman wearing a gorgeous whalebone skirt came out from the corner, and the tourists inside consciously lowered their voices, wandering in this palace of art.

In such an atmosphere, the man walking in the center of the exhibition hall as if he had returned home is particularly conspicuous, especially when he is still wearing the expensive outfit at first glance, and the cloak is dragging on the ground. See the clear light shining from the diamonds on his body.

When he stopped in front of a sculpture and raised his head, the blood ruby ​​worn on the little finger of his left hand was glowing with warm light. He gently rubbed the tail ring, his expression was no different from that of any artistic tourist around.

...if he hadn't flashed a two-second paused smile for the camera as he finally left.

Then they lost the man.

No matter how they changed the angle of the camera or retrieved the records from different camera positions, they couldn't find him, as if he disappeared out of thin air at that dark corner.

The search, which cost a lot of manpower and material resources, was ultimately fruitless, but despite this, the sensitive and excited nerves of the politicians were still aroused.

As long as they appear, there is hope. After so many days of hiding, they suddenly reappeared, which also means that these monsters have begun to try to enter human life. This behavior has greatly encouraged the councilors. They are not afraid of asking too much. The eagle's financial oligarchs can satisfy all their desires, as long as they can get on line with them...

Especially that William Stuart, the councilors smelled the same kind of smell from him, and they believed that its last smile was not unintentional, and this monster seemed to want to contact them in this way, and this discovery made the group The ecstasy of profit-hungry politicians hungry for more.

Then at this juncture, the prime minister of the island country who has been following them as a younger brother reported the new situation. In the recent incident in Kyoto, a new organization appeared that opposed the Imperial Heresy Tribunal. An ordinary woman in the island country accidentally I bumped into the members of this organization showing up, and also noticed from their conversation that this organization seems to have been in contact with Huaxia for a long time.

The former piece of information did not arouse the interest of the congressmen, at most it allowed them to grasp a handle that could be used to negotiate with the arbitral tribunal...or discovered a potential partner for cooperation, while the latter piece of information aroused their high vigilance .

Huaxia has already connected with the other party?When did it happen?Is it related to what happened in Shanghai last time?

Sure enough, it is not without reason that they were able to solve the incident in the magic capital so quickly. It is a shame that they hide it. They are unwilling to share such a good thing with the people of the world, and they are in dire straits...

Bald Eagle's head of information flashed the usual accusations in his mind.

A group of people sat in the meeting room and mocked these two organizations made up of monsters. Their tone was full of condescension and frivolity. For them, human rights are a very useful banner. It's also a pretty good fig leaf for carrying a flag around to do whatever the politicians want them to do, but for these monsters that come out of the works...

God, do they have human rights too?Is it necessary to promulgate a law for them that does not allow inhumane plots in their creations?

Don't be ridiculous, since human beings endowed them with life, it is not unreasonable to contribute their strength to human beings!

What's more, with a bald eagle holding all kinds of advanced technology, would it be afraid of a few monsters?If that doesn't work, use missiles—

The greatest bald eagle in the world is invincible!

Can the avatars created by puppets withstand the impact of missiles?

Although he hasn't done any experiments, Qiao Zhou thinks it won't work. After all, he used simple and unpretentious weapons when killing genuine account holders. Live hot arms.

The only advantage is that he can quickly log out and log in again before the hot weapon destroys these accounts, which is equivalent to reading the archive, and has a cheat code with infinite life in disguise.

But what would happen if he was really hit... Qiao Zhou thought it would be better not to try rashly.

He didn't know that the Bald Eagle was going to win over the arbitration tribunal to fight against China and the final parliament. After all, no matter what the circumstances, even if the whole world was clamoring that the end of the world was coming, they could still unremittingly bring China The spirit of being Tianzi No. [-]'s deadly enemy is also very touching.

Qiao Zhou was busy moving—moving back to the Third Provincial Hospital.

He hadn't forgotten that he was noted as a mental patient in the medical system.

Dr. Tao Bosheng, who is in charge of his treatment, has made several calls to inquire about the current situation. The leave granted by the hospital for him has long been used up. If he hadn't followed the national team to Kyoto and had special instructions, Dr. Tao would have to take him with him now. The nurse came to see the doctor.

Qiao Zhou found that after entering the black hole, those strange illusions would no longer appear in front of his eyes, but as soon as he returned to reality, those wonderful images would appear again. It turned into a world of ice and snow, and there was a simple triangular-roofed cabin in the place where the restaurant was originally.

He looked at the small wooden house seriously. He couldn't tell the age, but the style was similar to Siberian woodcuts. It was built of rough logs, and the windows were narrow. There seemed to be flames jumping inside. The next second, the door The loose wooden door moved, and someone inside was about to push the door out.

Qiao Zhou took a step forward curiously.

The pure white picture of ice and snow collapsed and disappeared in an instant, and he only had time to see a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old bent over and bowed his head. Coughing in a low voice, the sickly blush swallowed his cheeks, as if he was going to be blown down by the cold wind in the next second, but he still moved his feet slowly, dragging with his bony hands...

a corpse.

Qiao Zhou could only see half of the young man's face, and the adult man whose hands were dragging a bloody path downward, and everything returned to normal before his eyes.

... To be honest, he was still a little curious about what happened in this wooden house.

Qiao Zhou thought about it, and sighed. It seemed that he was going back to the hospital. Otherwise, what would he do if he often saw this kind of plot that aroused curiosity and didn't give the cause and effect.

Qiao Zhou, who had extraordinary mobility, packed his clothes the next day and returned to the Third Provincial Hospital. Most of the hospital's equipment and buildings had been repaired. Qiao Zhou moved into a single ward and put on stripes in a proper manner. Put on the sick clothes, and start to be a qualified patient obediently and peacefully.

He has always been like this, obeying the rules wherever he goes.

A good student at school, a good boss in the studio, and a good son and brother at home—although Qiao Wan may not agree with this point of view, he has really worked hard. Similarly, he will also be a qualified doctor in the hospital. good patient.

...or being a good doctor is not out of the question.

No one noticed what terrible thoughts were going on in the mind of this newly admitted patient. Qiao Zhou won unanimous praise from the nurses and doctors not long after he was admitted to the hospital. It is really rare to meet such a cooperative and worry-free patient. Please, especially because he is handsome and handsome. If it weren't for where the doctor's medical certificate was kept, who would have thought that he was actually suffering from a serious mental illness?

Dr. Tao is currently trying to get closer to Qiao Zhou. Gaining the trust of patients is an important step for doctors to carry out their work. He comes to chat with Qiao Zhou every day. The two recommend books and movies to each other, which is considered harmonious. Sometimes Dr. Tao will Occasionally, when the topic of hallucinations was mentioned, Qiao Zhou would naturally and generously tell him what he had seen.

"Last time?"

Qiao Zhou, who was pruning roses in the garden, put down the gardening shears.

His illness has no tendency to violent self-mutilation, and he can touch sharp weapons. The hospital encourages patients to do what they can to make them happy physically and mentally. Qiao Zhou chose the work of pruning roses.

"Just the day before I came back, at home, I saw... a world of ice and snow, a wooden house, and a seriously ill boy of fifteen or sixteen years old." Qiao Zhou replied casually.

Tao Bosheng was holding a water bottle and asked curiously, "Is it the snow scene in winter? Is it in the north of my country?"

Qiao Zhou didn't hide anything: "Probably not, judging from the style of the wooden house, it's more like the woodcuts in Siberia."

Tao Bosheng showed a pensive look, and Qiao Zhou knew that he must be thinking about the relevant theoretical basis, trying to connect this scene with what he had experienced before, so as to find the reason for it to appear: "You have been to Siberia before ?”

"I've been there once."

"Impressed? Do you like the scenery there?" Qiao Zhou knew what he wanted to ask as soon as he heard it, and replied flatly, "I don't really like it, but I am really impressed because it is too cold."

Tao Bosheng laughed and nodded sympathetically: "Yes, it was spring when I went there last time. It was freezing and snowy, and everyone was in winter. The snow was so heavy that the door could be blocked from head to toe without shoveling in a day. ...that boy you saw, what is he doing?"

Holding the gardening scissors, Qiao Zhou cut off a branch, raised his eyelashes, and said with the same expression, "He's dragging firewood."

"Firewood..." Tao Bosheng repeated, thoughtfully, the ice and snow are subconsciously constructed desperate living conditions, and the log cabin is a crumbling refuge in the desperate situation. Does the boy represent Qiao Zhou himself?Why is it a serious illness?Does he think he's in a bad situation?Firewood means necessary survival supplies?Chopping wood...meaning he's trying to maintain a healthy lifestyle?

If this is a self-portrait in the heart, then Qiao Zhou's state of mind is not very good.

However, this is just a simple guess and cannot be used as a basis for diagnosis. Tao Bosheng quickly suppressed this guess and began to diligently water Qiao Zhou's roses.

Qiao Zhou didn't even look up, and he knew what Tao Bosheng was thinking at the moment. In fact, he still felt that he was healthy and normal. Who wouldn't dream of seeing the scene of a hundred million murders?It's just that he saw it in a waking state, the principle is actually the same.

Today's Qiao Zhou managed to be a good patient for a day.