Chapter 133 Post-War PTSD In the quiet conference room, there are thirteen exquisitely crafted solid wood chairs outside the circular table. In front of each chair is a number, from 0 to 12, a total of thirteen serial elderly, well-dressed servant skillfully set up the projection equipment and then silently turned off the lights. The equipment started to work, and twelve unclear face figures appeared in front of the table. These figures vary in height, some are over two meters and five inches tall, like patients with gigantism, while others are only a little over one meter tall and look like elementary school students. The shadow at the chief seat No. 0 coughed lightly and said in an obviously processed voice, "We are gathering together again this month, but unfortunately, No. was unable to attend the gathering on time this time." "I was very pessimistic about this stupid plan when he proposed it, and it turns out that he really went too far." The figure with number 6 in front of him taunted him mercilessly, and the voice sounded like that of an old man. Number 8 was not the only one who had the same idea. The particularly tall number 7 also shouted angrily, "He lowered his strength to enter the secret realm and fight with a bunch of ignorant little devils, and finally broadcast his ugly behavior live to the world. This is really a disgrace to our Destruction Society!" "No. 8 fell on the road of practicing destruction anyway. Even if martyrs cannot be praised, they should not be humiliated like this." No. 3 began to persuade, and her voice sounded like that of an older sister with a gentle tone. "That's it. No. 8 is dead. Do we really need to hold a memorial service for him?" No. 2 laughed jokingly. "Anyway, the power of the Mad Clown will soon find a new owner. Let the new No. 8 fill the vacancy."
"We'll talk about this later." No. 0 coughed again and said in a deep voice, "This time, No. 8 has screwed both China and America. We will definitely be retaliated against in the coming period. In order to not affect the Doomsday Plan, I suggest that everyone lie dormant for a while. If another deacon dies during this period, the situation will become very troublesome." No. 1 immediately asked, "What about the dormant time? It can't keep shrinking, right?" "I will inform you all when there is new news. Before that, I hope you will not act rashly." No. 0's tone was calm, but there was a hint of strength that could not be refused. Just when everyone fell silent, No. 0 suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I need to tell you. The Conviction Machine just gave me a reminder that the power of the Seven Sins has arrived. It is greed." "Is it finally here?" More than a dozen figures all showed excitement in their eyes, as if the Seven Sins was some kind of elixir that could make people immortal. No. 0 sighed softly: "Everyone knows how important the Seven Sins are to our organization. We should have searched for them as soon as we got the news. However, due to the current situation, we cannot carry out large-scale activities, so everyone should conduct a careful investigation in secret. If there is any news, please remember to inform everyone as soon as possible. " After saying that, No. 1 was the first to leave. The others didn't stay long either, disconnecting one after another. At the same time, Chu Yi just woke up from his dream. This was the first good sleep he had had in recent times. He thought it would relieve his tired body and mind, but he had a nightmare not long after he fell asleep. He thought that those who died in the secret realm would come to seek revenge on him, but what he saw was a scene he had never experienced before. He saw that the earth was invaded by a group of mysterious forces of unknown origin. They had huge bodies that reached the sky and the earth, like some kind of humanoid monsters. They could easily destroy human resistance with a wave of their hands. He fought back, and although he killed more than a dozen monsters one after another, there were too many of them. Thousands of them fell directly from the sky, filling the entire sky. A salvo of energy directly submerged him. When he came to his senses again, Chu Yi found that he had woken up and was covered in cold sweat. "Is it so stressful?" Chu Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead and began to feel lucky that it was just a dream.
But the person in the dream was definitely not me. The scream was too miserable. No matter how miserable I was, I would never howl like a stray dog. But the scenes in the dream are quite interesting. It is understandable to dream about people who died in miserable ways, but why would one dream about the end of the world? Chu Yi thought for a while and wondered if it was because of the conversation Lin Mu had before his death? Lin Mu did say that the earth was about to face the end of the world, and they did all these bad things to save mankind. Although Chu Yi didn't quite believe it, he still took it to heart. Originally, he planned to find time to ask Principal Hong Luan, but seeing that he was so busy, he did not rush to find him. Now it seems that the information revealed by Lin Mu is not that simple. "I hope it's all just my delusions caused by too much pressure." Chu Yi sighed, turned over, got up and washed. After returning from the Huaguoshan Secret Realm, the school extended the vacation for all students who entered the secret realm, allowing them to return to school at the end of October. It is said that some students have developed PTSD, and it is so serious that they need psychological treatment. PTSD, the full name of which is post-traumatic stress disorder, usually occurs in people who have suffered major disasters. The main cause of the disease is that these people suffered from natural disasters, wars or other dangers, which led to psychological illness. There may be nothing wrong with the body after returning, but the slightest disturbance in the surrounding environment will cause the person to immediately go crazy or panic. In severe cases, the person may even have the urge to commit suicide or kill others. This disease is very common among veterans because they are under life-threatening conditions every moment on the battlefield and are under tremendous mental stress. Even if you return to the safety of the rear, as soon as you hear a loud noise or a sound similar to that of gunfire, you will subconsciously think that you have returned to the dangerous battlefield. Veterans in this state are either terrified or frantically attacking people around them. To sum up, a person with this disease is like a mentally ill patient with an unknown switch. No one knows what will suddenly turn on the button that causes his mental breakdown, nor does anyone know what he will do after his mental breakdown. Of course, the symptoms of the student who received treatment were relatively mild. He just had nightmares and couldn't tell whether he was awake or dreaming. He was able to recover after a few sessions of treatment by a psychologist. "Wait a minute, I'm not going to get this thing, am I?" Chu Yi's face suddenly turned ugly. How could a person with such a strong mental state get this kind of disease? He is not a tough guy at all. Impossible, absolutely impossible! Chu Yi came out of the bathroom with a heavy heart. After smelling the delicious aroma of food coming from the kitchen, his frown immediately relaxed. "Mom, what are we having for breakfast?" Chu Yi was just about to go into the kitchen to check out today's meals when he discovered that his mother had already walked out with a plate of fried eggs and ham. "You woke up quite punctually, did you smell something?" Zhao Yuwei put breakfast on the table and pinched her son's nose lovingly. Chu Yi picked up the chopsticks and immediately took a bite impatiently. His mouth was full of fragrance and it still tasted the same as before. Chu Yi finished his breakfast like a whirlwind and wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth with satisfaction: "My mom's fried eggs are still the best. I can't make them taste as good as hers when I make them myself." Zhao Yuwei looked at her son lovingly: "You live in the capital now, so you can eat it every day in the future." "Mom, I have to go to school soon, so I may not be able to eat lunch at home." Chu Yi threw the paper into the trash can and said apologetically.
"It's already holiday, why do you have to go to school?" Zhao Yuwei was very surprised, "I have marinated the chicken legs and am waiting to fry them for you at noon." "There are some things I need to ask Principal Hong, but it may not take a long time. If nothing unexpected happens, I will be able to come back." Chu Yi stood up and straightened his clothes, then said, "You can save the chicken legs and fry them tonight. It's just right for you, dad and I to eat together." "Okay, go early and come back early." Zhao Yuwei didn't say much and watched her son leave the door. After taking a taxi to the school, Chu Yi first sent a message to Principal Hong, asking him if he was in the office. Good news, Principal Hong replied. So Chu Yi went straight to the principal's office. When he arrived, he found that the door of the office was open. Several people in uniforms stood at the door and said to the inside: "That's it for now. If we need your cooperation in the subsequent investigation, we will notify you again." "Row." Hong Luan's voice was heard from the office. After the conversation, several uniformed men turned around and prepared to leave, but their eyes froze when they saw Chu Yi. However, they just looked at Chu Yi deeply and then left. "Principal." Chu Yi stood at the door and knocked twice. "Can I come in?" "Chu Yi." Hong Luan smiled when he saw the person coming. "Come in quickly and close the door." With a soft "bang", Chu Yi closed the door. He looked up and found that he and Hong Luan were the only ones in the office. "Why are you coming to school to see me instead of relaxing at home?" Hong Luan pointed at the swivel chair in front of him and gestured for him to sit down: "Did you receive any threats?" According to the normal plot, after Chu Yi offended Zhao Shanhe, he might have received such an anonymous warning, the purpose of which was to make Chu Yi calm down and stop chasing Zhao Shanhe. As long as you do your job well and everyone keeps to themselves, you will still be the little hero that touches China. Similar things have happened before, but Zhao Shanhe has not yet been exposed for such behavior. However, that does not mean he cannot do it. "In broad daylight, who would dare to do this?" Chu Yi chuckled, thinking that the principal was overthinking it. "But the purpose of my coming to the school to find you may be more abstract than this matter." "Oh?" Hong Luan became interested. "Tell me about it." "Principal, do you believe in the end of the world?" Chu Yi did not hesitate and went straight to the point. "The end of the world?" Hong Luan, who was originally lying on his side, suddenly sat up straight, "Who told you this?" "Lin Mu told me this before he died." Chu Yi began to narrate in a deep voice, telling Hong Luan everything that Lin Mu had said. "The Destruction Society did raise such a banner." Hong Luan's expression did not change much, and he nodded slightly, "But after our analysis, we believe that this is just a rhetoric to deceive people into believing that only they can save humanity and join them. In fact, there is no basis for this statement, because they have not revealed who is the root cause of the doomsday until now. Moreover, modern technology is so advanced that even if some ancient existence really awakens, humans have sufficient means to deal with it." Hong Luan's words reassured Chu Yi and made him breathe a sigh of relief: "If that's the case, then it couldn't be better."
"By the way, why do you suddenly bring this up?" Hong Luan asked curiously. "I had a dream this morning. I dreamed that the world was going to end and the earth was destroyed. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat. Then I thought about what Lin Mu said, so I was worried and wanted to ask you." Chu Yi had nothing to hide and answered honestly. Hong Luan, who had been expressionless at first, frowned: "You said you had a nightmare?" "Yes." Chu Yi nodded, "Is this... serious?" "It's hard to say." Hong Luan's expression was very serious. "There was a Russian student who started having nightmares the day after he entered the secret realm, and the scenes he dreamed of were all scenes he had never seen before. At first, he dreamed of boundless chaos, a vast sea of stars and monsters performing crazy singing and dancing in the universe, as if using this extreme chaos to make an unknown existence fall asleep. " "Who can sleep with such noise?" Chu Yi complained with a smile. "So this dream has no logic at all, or maybe the behavior of those monsters is just illogical." Hong Luan took a sip of the Tieguanyin in the teacup and continued, "That student had a dream for seven days. He dreamed of the birth of the God of the Old Days and also dreamed that there were three pillars of gods above the God of the Old Days. Above the three pillars of gods, there is a great being who knows everything. He is indescribable and cannot be looked at directly. He has been in a long sleep since his birth, and once he wakes up, the entire universe will be destroyed. So the three pillars of gods used all their strength to direct this chaos that affected the entire universe, but they still could not prevent Azathoth from awakening. Finally, in the seventh dream of the child, the Lord of Chaos awakened, the universe was destroyed, and he himself became a madman. " "It sounds like his dream is even more serious than the end of the world I dreamed of." Chu Yi forced a dry laugh. "So I won't have nightmares for seven days in a row and turn into a lunatic, will I?" "It's hard to say, but my suggestion is to get treatment as soon as possible." As he spoke, Hong Luan had already taken out his cell phone and called the Beijing branch of St. Mary's Psychiatric Hospital. (End of this chapter)