Mysterious creature sightings

Hua Chunyao is sixty-three and lives alone in a small garden house in the suburbs of the next province.

It was a house that was once assigned to the 507 Bureau. It has a good environment and good lighting. It is an excellent place for retirement.

When Ling Jiangyue got there, she squatted outside the garden fence and stretched out her hand to touch a few flowers. The white flowers with pink tops looked like rabbit ears, and they were clustered in beautiful clusters.

"It's called cyclamen. Does it look like rabbit ears?" The kind old man in the garden was preparing to water the flowers. He was a little happy to see that a young man liked his flowers.

Ling Jiangyue raised her face, smiled and said, "They are quite similar."

Hua Chunyao looked at her and said, "Are you new here? I have never seen such a beautiful girl here."

"No, I was getting treatment at a nearby hospital. I saw the weather was nice, so I went out for a walk, and I ended up here before I knew it."

She was slender and too white, standing in the wind like a crumbling white cyclamen. She really fit the image of a frail patient who had been hospitalized for a long time.

If you can walk here from the hospital, there is a high probability that you are a patient with a serious illness and are confused about the treatment plan or life. Hua Chunyao has seen many such people in the past decades.

Putting down the watering kettle, he opened the garden fence and invited her in: "The cyclamen are all blooming today. It seems that they know that guests are coming. Do you want to come in and have a cup of tea in the garden? Make some Ophiopogon japonicus tea to nourish yin and calm you."

Ling Jiangyue pulled the scarf covering her chin and smiled deeper: "Okay, thank you."

It was said to be in the garden, but the cold wind was blowing in the middle of winter, and neither an old man nor a sick person could stand it.

So the place to drink tea is on the entrance porch, with hanging flower baskets on three sides to block the wind, and a stove next to the rattan table.

"Drink some tea. The nearest hospital here is the affiliated hospital next to the sanatorium. Where do you live?"

Ling Jiangyue watched the boiling water pouring into the cup and said, "No, the hospital I live in is quite far away. It took me a long time to get here. I originally wanted to go to the river."

What can a chronically ill person do by going to the river?

Hua Chunyao pushed the tea cup in front of her: "Don't be too pessimistic, you are still young. What disease is it?"

"A very strange disease." She held the teacup in both hands to warm her hands, lowered her head and looked at the reflection of her eyes on the water in the steaming heat.

After observing clearly, he raised his head and added: "The process of illness is very painful, and no one can cure it."

Hua Chunyao was confused: "Then you insist on walking for so long, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, it's just mental illness. It doesn't affect my walking."

"Mental illness? You don't look like it." Hua Chunyao is familiar with depression, schizophrenia and other conditions. The girl in front of her has no similar symptoms at all.

"Do you know much about mental illness?" She suddenly looked at him intently, "What are the main aspects? I would like to ask."

Hua Chunyao: "I don't know much about it. I've just seen a few sick people. What kind of disease do you have? I know a few doctors who may be able to help you."

Ling Jiangyue looked at him. The old butcher in the laboratory was actually keen on saving the poor girl on the roadside.

She said in a calm tone: "Brain damage caused by hallucinogens. No need to recommend a doctor to me, I have been beaten to death by the best doctors... Oh, by the way, you should know that doctor, his name is Lu Gezhi, you Do you still have an impression?"

The smile on Hua Chunyao's face slowly solidified. Ling Jiangyue seemed not to notice, holding a hand-warming teacup and looking up at the entire small bungalow: "It's so comfortable to live in. It must be especially comfortable to live in this kind of house in winter. So many people died in the snowdrifts, and the people who killed them It’s really unfair that he can enjoy his old age.”

After he finished speaking, he noticed that the person opposite him was tense all over, and he continued to talk with a slight smile.

"Do you still have an impression of Lu Gezhi? You must have, right? You have worked together in the same place for so many years, so you should remember each other's names very well."

Hua Chunyao looked at her deeply, his eyes that had been eroded by age seemed to be trying to find a familiar feeling on her face.

"Who are you? I should have never seen you."

"My name is No. 7, and I am one of the victims of Lu Dezhi's experimental project on human emotion visualization. If you don't remember Lu Dezhi, then do you remember the emotion visualization experiment? The project was approved by you, code-named 43."

It is said so clearly that anyone who does not have Alzheimer's disease can recall it.

"No. 7." Hua Chunyao said the code name over and over before saying anything else. He held the tea cup and didn't know what he was thinking.

Maybe he thought it was magical to be mentioned information that could not be leaked by a girl who came to see him after leaving Bureau 507 for many years. Or maybe it was even more magical that Experiment 43 was successful.

"The project files are kept in the bureau and should not be leaked." After a while, he said slowly.

"I'm glad you didn't ask me repeated stupid questions about who I am, how I found you, and what's the purpose of finding you. It's really more pleasant to go directly to the topic of the conversation."

She took a sip of the hot tea, her expression wrinkled at the smell of Ophiopogon japonicus, she pushed the tea cup away and continued:

"But your question is a bit stupid. All things that 'should not happen' will happen. I'm not here to explain to you how I know the contents of the file."

Hua Chunyao still looked at her, and his focused gaze was different from the suspicion and panic Ling Jiangyue imagined.

"Can you 'see' my emotions?"

"Of course. You are more surprised than suspicious now. If the emotional color is divided into nine levels from black to white, you are only in--" She nodded her chin and shook her fingertips, "Orange. It seems that you are so old that your emotions fluctuate. Not big anymore.”

"Can you still visualize the color of the quantum field? Who did it for you...I forgot you just said it was Lu Gezhi? But all his experiments back then failed."

"Indeed, he is terribly stupid, right? But stupid people have a good life. He has a genius wife, a group of experimental materials that he tortures at will, and a laboratory where no one else interferes - don't you know?"

Hua Chunyao frowned, and his eyelids that had been squeezed loose by age showed a fierce look under the illusion of kindness.

"His laboratory did not meet the standards for human experiments, and during his tenure in the 507 Bureau, individuals were not allowed to conduct private research on the Bureau's projects. He died two years after he was dismissed."

"I don't believe you can't think of it. He started experimenting with us after he was fired from Bureau 507. But -"

She leaned closer and said, "I don't believe that an idiot like him can persist alone for ten years despite repeated failures. As the approver of the emotional visualization project, as the superior who monitors him, and the person who hopes that this research will succeed, you must Do you know he is doing this, right? Have you participated in or supported his project research?"

Hua Chunyao did not answer, but said: "I haven't heard Lu Dezhi's name for a long time. If what you said is true, he illegally used you for experiments, then how did you leave the laboratory and find here? You Is he the only successful experimental subject?"

"Simple, because he's dead. And you're going to die too."