In the quiet suite bedroom, the headache worsened, and the cold sweat on Gu Jun's forehead was gradually increasing. It seemed that he could hear a sound in the darkness.

The sound seemed to come from an old recorder, buzzing and rustling, a bit intermittent, a thick and honest male voice, speaking in a steady tone, in standard Chinese, "If you can hear...we... are good people..."

No matter how hard he held back his mind and listened, he could only hear this sentence...

It seems that it is not someone talking to him, it seems to be a kind of broadcast signal, but others can't hear it and he hears it.

"……if you……"

With a sudden turn, Gu Jun's head was almost at the critical point, and the sound gradually faded away. He opened his eyes and started to breathe in big mouthfuls.

In the past, he heard strange foreign sounds too many times, some were spiritual indoctrination, some were spells and ritual powers, but this time he felt different... His most intuitive feeling this time was that he heard some kind of radio signal.

"Signal? Who sends the signal? What's the purpose?"

Gu Jun thought about it, and he could still hear some clues from this sentence.

The first point is, "if you can", the other party thinks he may not hear it; or this is not said to him alone, but broadcasting.

The second point is, "we", the other party is not a person, but an organization, and it is in Chinese, and it seems to be in China.

The third point is "good guy". The other party emphasizes this, which means that the preset listener is a person like him. When he hears it, he will first think about whether the other party is good or bad, and will tend to be a bad guy. If that is a classic old song channel or a weather channel, there is no reason to start with such a sentence.

Of course, this sentence can also be designed by the other party on purpose to make him speculate.

Gu Jun looked around the quiet surroundings and felt that there were many shadows. Good people? He was quite suspicious of this, and he could even say that he didn't believe it at all.

He didn't know if this was only a voice transmission to him or the radio he heard, but how many organizations are capable of doing such things are in the world? The Tianji Bureau can't do it, and FBM can't do it. He and Xianyu have successfully transmitted pictures before, but this is not the case.

If it is a decent organization with such ability, why don’t you stand up if so many things happen?

The Tianji Bureau has been released, and Goa has been announced and has not been released yet? Is this a good person? Where is it now?

Gu Jun frowned and suddenly thought of another possibility, a signal from the future or the past? No, unlike, it is not like this...

That signal from aliens? Signal from alien world? Fantasy dream?

It's the simplest and most direct possibility. Behind the signal is a bunch of messy plots and some conspiracies.

Just because he knew that he would think so, he emphasized what kind of good person he was and what to create a better new era and new world.

"Who are you?"

Gu Jun thought for a while, but stood up and spoke to the air around him to see if the other party would surface.

"Good people? You are the good people you think are good people. Your moral standards are different from ours."

He walked around while talking, and took care of the surroundings, pulled out the drawer of the bedside table to look, opened the wardrobe to look, and said to himself: "Lalaiye Cult? I know you are not dead yet. Those people in Laisheng will sacrifice themselves, but some bastards are hiding in unknown mountains, calling Lalaie with your leader, the "Immortal Old Taoist"..."

"There is also the Yellow Brotherhood... Is it you Mr. Wilde? You are not dead yet, are you? Is that true..."

Thinking about this and saying this, Gu Jun's headache became rapidly aggravated again, and his heart twitched a little, and his muscles were tightened.

These symptoms made him even more angry. Now he even thought about these abnormal things like this...

At this time, some inexplicable and terrifying imagination flashed through his heart. The city turned into ruins, Wu Shiyu's smile turned into tragic situation, and there were others...

After thinking about it for a moment, he felt heartbroken.

"Ah!!" Gu Jun couldn't help but roar, kicking the wooden wardrobe without any abnormal marks. There was a bang and the wardrobe vibrated.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to control his emotions and control the symptoms of the PTTSD anger... After all, he was not able to accept such a physical condition, could not accept the power to protect the people he cared about, and he did not even have the chance to work hard...

"If you can hear it, then listen..." He murmured and walked back to the bed and sat down, "No matter whether you are good or bad, I'm already useless and can't hear more..."

He thought about it again, which also confused him.

What is the other party’s purpose? Push me to madness? Even if I do this, I will still be crazy about me?

But... were those just real? Or were they just my auditory hallucinations and imaginations?

Gu Jun used to be able to tell the truth about the false, but this time he still couldn't be sure. I don't know if he had lost that ability or if he was so special this time.

There may be one reason why he cannot find the law of the occurrence of this kind of strange feeling, which is different from the general triggering law of illusion, and now it seems to appear randomly.

If it was really a ptsd attack, he was not surprised...

Gu Jun sat by the bed for a long time, and suddenly smiled bitterly as he thought about it, "Be content, you really make a profit until now. Not only did you have previous injuries, but you were also prepared for death due to a brain tumor two years ago. It's not worse than that at that time."

Although it was a big holiday, it was only a few days after leaving Tianji Bureau, so it was not that easy to return to normal life.

It's like a soldier retired from the battlefield. Whether there is a ptsd or not, it always requires a return process...

Perhaps taking some antidepressant and anti-anxiety drugs at this stage will be beneficial to you.

Gu Jun thought for a while, and although he was already inclined to have the sound that the auditory hallucination rate of ptsd patients is 40%-50%, he still called Tongye with his mobile phone and reported the situation: "Maybe someone or the organization is spreading signals, I am worried that this is a routine of recruiting personnel."

Whether it is for him or other purposes, whether it is his condition or not, Tong Ye attached great importance to it after hearing this, but this has not happened to him in the past two days.

"Ajun, we will follow up here and tell you if there is any new situation." Tong Ye said, "It's getting late now, please pay attention to rest."

After finishing this report, it was already early in the morning, and Gu Jun's head was a little swollen and painful.

So after hanging up the cable and putting down his phone, he quickly lay on the bed, took a deep breath to adjust his breath, and forced himself to fall asleep in his chaotic thoughts.
Chapter completed!