Are the past real?

When was your earliest memory? Do you have any memories of yourself before the age of three?

Did you remember all your stories before, and did others tell you, for example, your parents told you?

How do you want something to eat, how naughty, how smart you are...

Have those stories... really happened? Have some stories you don’t know really happened?

When Gu Jun walked out of the inspection room, his face was a little gray. The memory fragments found from the depths of his subconscious mind had become the latest nightmare in his heart. He did not tell Sister Liang about the situation of the different texts truthfully, but he knew how much he himself knew.

"Ajun, your abnormal memory is related to your early childhood activities." After finishing his hypnosis, Sister Liang remained honest with him: "It should be inseparable from your parents' relationship. I will report this situation. Your S value is okay, but you need to receive some treatment. Don't think too much about it first, go back and have a good rest."

After Gu Jun came out, he followed Brother Qiang. He was the last one to complete the check, and it took the longest, one and a half hours.

The final result of the formal check will come out tomorrow morning. Before that, Brother Qiang asked everyone to go back to the dormitory to rest.

The group returned to the dormitory. Cai Zixuan originally asked everyone to play here, but Gu Jun said he wanted to have a sleep, so they went to Senior Brother Ma's side in the opposite unit.

Gu Jun locked himself in the bedroom. Regardless of whether anyone was surveillance or eavesdropping, he punched the wallboard hard, and then punched him again.

The pain of the metacarpal bones cannot paralyze the pain that was almost broken inside. But despite this, he still needs to think about what that memory means.

"Mom obviously doesn't understand different languages, but she knows that there is such a language, and uses me...to rely on me to write it out."

Gu Jun recalled those memory fragments and his head hurt a little, "Why do I do it instead? Who taught me? Or is it the language I created?"

He thought this was too ridiculous. In order to study different languages, he had learned about some linguistics and knew that it was not difficult to create a language, but it required many rules to be followed to be decent. From the clues he cracked, different languages ​​are languages ​​with rules, and their structure is quite complex.

This cannot be a language that a child of a few years old can create by scribing and drawing. In his memory, he is not scribing randomly, but writing clearly.

Moreover, this language is used in the packaging of some drugs, as well as maps, diaries... These things are all made by an extremely powerful unknown force in the form of a game system, giving him the opportunity to obtain them. He has no idea about the reasons behind this force.

But why is it a different text? Gu Jun thought of two possibilities.

First, what the system gives is something from the different country of text; second, the text selected from it after the system is combined with its subconscious mind.

Gu Jun believes that the former is more likely because no matter how mentally retarded the system is, he should know that he likes and uses Chinese the most and most commonly.

"Is it because of some situations, such as some research from Laisheng Company, that I understood this kind of strange text. Although I was a child at that time, I was one of the few or even the only people in the world who knew strange texts... Then was my mother digging it out of my mind?"

He sorted out his thoughts and felt that this was the most likely. The fanaticism in his mother's eyes was like seeing an oracle...

This kind of dissemination will inevitably have very important significance for the next life.

Now, he has to admit that there is an extremely bad situation, his parents are directly related to the research of the next life association, and he has also participated in it.

"Does 'those documents' mean..." Gu Jun suddenly thought again, "The pictures I used to write different texts?"

He suddenly had a new leap in his heart. His parents didn't hand over the documents? No matter what they wanted to do after taking the text, what was the purpose of the next life meeting, and how the two broke up. Their parents eventually belonged to different camps from the next life meeting.

Perhaps at the beginning, my parents didn’t know the cruelty and evil that would be used in the next life, and they were also exploited. Later, they found out, so they found a way to get out.

This new idea made Gu Jun feel much more comfortable, and his positive attitude was back.

The recovery of this memory fragment made him suddenly understand some different words. From the inspection room to the present, he is still increasing his vocabulary, just like he is familiar with Chinese, and his sense of his mother tongue... These scientific names are "implicit memory", just as people can't tell how they learn to speak and walk, but they just know.

However, the speed and quantity of different words recovering in his mind were also decreasing.

"I still have a strong feeling about that memory now. But the longer the time passes, the weaker the feeling, and the fewer words you can remember... And the 'abnormal memory in the subconscious' is probably not just this clip, there are some other things, maybe it has something to do with those illusions..."

Things have to be faced all the time. Gu Jun walked to the floor beside the bed and sat cross-legged, next to the edge of the bed, quietly meditating on those memories.

Meditation was learned during psychology training, how to breathe, how to relax your body and mind, how to imagine...

The feeling was suddenly magnified, and as he meditated, some strange words leaped out again: flowers, birds, weapons, doctors, policemen, teachers, food, beliefs, life, stories, secrets, wars...

Gu Jun was immersed in the chaotic memory vortex, and strange texts flashed like lights.

I don’t know how long time has passed, but he gradually had to open his eyes and stop. Meditation would have made people feel refreshed, but now he has a headache and has lost a lot of energy. He has almost exhausted his feelings about that memory. He can’t find any new text even if he scrapes his stomach.

When he looked at the time of the phone, Gu Jun was a little surprised, "Is it already evening? It's been a few hours..."

He pressed his head and started to organize it. This time he gained hundreds of words, and he suddenly remembered it before, and his vocabulary was about five or six hundred.

However, this kind of different text has a multiple meaning in one word, which is more like English than Chinese, so he already has a certain understanding of it.

For example, apples and fruits have the same word, and darkness can also refer to the night.

The abyss also has the meaning of the sea.

Therefore, the blood word can also mean "the fruit of darkness grows from the eternal sea"

This naturally made Gu Jun have an idea: "Is this why my parents went to Dahai to research? Looking for the 'dark fruit'?"

The same word for bugs and worms, and also means servants.

Death is very strange, with the meaning of sublimation, "The sublimated servant will last with the heaven and earth forever."

Gu Jun murmured this sentence again, his whole body felt a little cold, and he remembered the haggard man's playful words: "Die? No, you don't understand."

The death of the original body...is a kind of sublimation?

"No more care." Gu Jun shook his head, opened the system panel in his mind, and prepared to see what the incomplete map and the three-page diary meant.

He opened the map first, looked at it, and now he could understand the structural annotation of the chest specimen of the unknown creature on the map! The previous deciphers, muscles, bones, nerves, membranes... were all correct.
Chapter completed!