white night syndrome

Chapter 35 031. Dream Realm
After introducing the last patient into the treatment room, Kuroki Meiliang in a white coat wiped off the sweat from his forehead with a tissue placed on the table, glanced at the classic pocket watch in his pocket, Take a long breath.

For him, today's work is all done.

After changing into the black coat he had always loved, Kuroki glanced at the silver key he took out from his pocket, his brows were filled with coldness and slightly complicated emotions.

"Doctor Kuroki, are you off work?"

As soon as he opened the wooden door of the office, he saw the doctor Ishikawa who was not very friendly to him, pretending to be very friendly, and walked towards him with a smile on his face.

"I really envy Dr. Heimu. The task assigned to you by the hospital is only to treat patients in the morning. Low-level doctors like me don't have such treatment. You are indeed an expert from Europe."

Ishikawa's expression was very stiff, no matter what his attempt was to get close to Kuroki, the only thing that was certain was that he was definitely pretending to be kind.

Kuroki looked around and found that there was nothing worth noting. This is the floor where only patients with White Night Syndrome can enter, so no one is staring at them.

"It goes without saying that it's just an exchange of pleasantries. I'm not that familiar with you." Kuroki held his gray gentleman's hat with his hands, and made a gesture to walk in another direction of the entire floor, "If there is nothing If so, I'll go first."

"Doctor Heimu is still so aloof, he really deserves everyone's demeanor."

When Ishikawaoka said this, his expression suddenly changed. It was no longer flattering and flattering, but rather contemptuous and mocking, and his tone also had a strong sense of yin and yang.

"Actually, I have never been able to understand one thing. Dr. Kuroki is a professor at the European School of Medicine, why would he accept the invitation from a small hospital like ours?" Ishikawa paused at this point.

"I don't know what the reason is, but can I tell you my guess? Of course I said it, it's just my guess. If I make our black wood expert angry, then I apologize."

Heimu stared coldly at the light-tongued doctor in front of him, did not speak, and even took a few steps back to keep a safe distance from this guy.

He doesn't know why, but he has been "favored" by this guy recently, as long as he goes out or goes to other places to do errands and meets this Ishikawa, he will come up and get weird.

"I guess, it must be that Dr. Heimu's original place doesn't want you, and because my specialty is too single, it just so happens that our hospital here sent you an invitation, so that's why"

Ishikawa "tsk tsk" a few times, and shook a finger in front of Kuroki, as if feeling confident in his guess.

"So, the mystery of this is self-evident. Do you think I'm right? Dr. Heimu."

"It's true. The director of Beize Hospital should be proud to have a smart doctor like you."

After finishing speaking, Kuroki patted Ishikawa on the shoulder, and continued to walk in the direction he wanted to go under his watchful eyes. The slightly dull footsteps intersected with the emotions he was holding now, and it seemed to be a strong presence in the entire silent floor. extra weird,
"Hey? Mr. Kuroki, why don't you leave? We haven't finished our communication yet, how can we spoil the fun like this."

Hearing the hurried footsteps coming from behind, and the cries of inexplicable joy mixed with yin and yang, Kuroki accelerated the speed of his feet.

He didn't like this guy, especially recalling his sinister and self-righteous expression, which always made people feel like vomiting.

"What kind of medical experts, I think, is a pile of rubbish. Their daily work is just to bring patients into the consultation room. At best, they are just guides. They really take themselves seriously."

Ishikawaoka's voice exploded behind him, Kuroki paused, and continued to leave as if he didn't hear anything.

It seems that doctors cannot heal themselves, and this sentence is correct.

If it is Kuroki who is unwilling to face the problem of attacking his past like this, it is better to say that Kuroki is treating Ishikawaoka with compassion. After all, his disease is really incurable.

Walking to the destination in his heart, Heimu turned his head and glanced at the empty corridor, after confirming that no one saw him, he took out the silver key from the black coat and turned the door in front of him.

"boom."

The door closed tightly with the sound.

After an unknown amount of time, the figure standing in the hidden corner of the corridor came out of the darkness, with his hands in his pockets, and his face with a smile on his mouth revealed a hint of evil charm.

As soon as you walk into the room from the door, the first thing you see is rows of huge bookshelves, each of which is filled with books of different colors, and you can't see the end of the room at the door.

There are words written on the bookshelf, which should be the names of people from the format point of view.

There are two computers on both sides of the bookshelf, and on the right is a desk with a cup of hot tea on it, and a man who looks like Kuroki's age is sitting on the chair in front of the desk.

At the man's feet, or in the corner of the entire room, a violin is placed against the wall, and the eyes glance to the other side, a very old-fashioned phonograph with a horn, and Beethoven is playing in the phonograph "To the Lover in the Distance".

"You've had a pretty comfortable life."

Hei Mu stepped forward, picked up the hot tea on the table, and tasted it without hesitation. Everything seemed so natural, but the words just now were not Japanese, but fluent Chinese.

"Although my place is not as magnificent as your residence in Europe, it is quite quiet."

The man looked away from the classical phonograph, turned his head to look at Heimu, and said in a light tone, "Dr. Heimu, if you want to drink the hot tea I made next time, you can tell me in advance."

Saying this, the man got up and handed the tea lid on the table to Kuroki who was sipping liquid, "At least we have been friends for so many years, you should know that my cleanliness is very serious."

"Of course I know, I just forgot about it for a while, don't be angry, next time I'll treat you to a Chinese meal?" Heimu took the tea cover with a rare sly smile on his face.

The communication between the two is like the communication between Jiang Wenkan and Li Ming. Although everyone usually looks cold, once they meet, they will start the mode of teasing and chatting.

"Forget it, the Chinese food here in Japan is still a bit unauthentic, and I can't taste that taste." The man returned to his seat and sat down, and put up the nameplate that was originally covered on the table, "Then, Doctor Kuroki What's the matter?"

"I can't come to you, Yuan Qingyu, if I have nothing to do, can I? Is the friendship between us already so cold?"

Heimu put the teacup in his hand on the table, showing a childish look, "At any rate, we have studied medical skills together for several years, haven't we?"

Seeing this guy who usually behaved like an iceberg playing tricks, Yuan Qingyu shook his head slightly, a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, but he forced it back, and just continued in his usual gentle voice.

"Don't pretend, you came here just to see the dreams recorded by the young lady named Kurosawa." Yuan Qingyu stretched out his hand and placed a stack of thick black books that had been prepared on the table, "Read it early, leave early, I still have to work here."

"As expected of an old friend, you know me so well."

Heimu raised his eyebrows, and when he was about to reach out to touch the stack of black books, Yuan Qingyu stopped him.

"Actually, there is one thing I don't understand. You and Miss Kurosawa are not from the same era at all. Even if you are not considered as a human being, you still have to be so persistent that you come every once in a while. See her dream?"

"You don't understand, and don't talk nonsense. I have nothing to do with Miss Kurosawa. I am just doing my duty as an attending doctor to my patients."

Hei Mu struggled to pull the black book away from Yuan Qingyu's hand, and spoke righteously.

"In addition, her special occupation has a great relationship with my identity. If we don't understand the composition of her dreams, it will deal a huge blow to the entire group of patients with White Night Syndrome."

"You don't even believe what you say, and you still use the group of patients with White Night Syndrome to suppress me." Yuan Qingyu chuckled a few times, leaning on the chair and closing her eyes slightly.

"As you can see, I am an administrator who is in charge of dream storage. I don't understand the information you said, and I have no factual basis for what you doctors said, so I won't believe it at all."

"Stop talking, hurry up and drink your tea." Hei Mu laughed and cursed.

But Yuan Qingyu didn't make any performance, and continued to lean on the chair and close his eyes to rest.

Seeing this, Heimu held the black book in his hand, and walked to another corner of the room as if he had found a treasure, and then connected various instruments according to the instructions, and a snowflake appeared on the electronic screen in front of him.

Putting the black book into the groove of the instrument, the snowflakes finally dissipated, and before Kuroki's eyes, all the dreams with the independent individual Kurosawa Mika as the protagonist, including the usual sleeping dreams.

"I said, is there any guy in this world who is more boring than you? He is actually very interested in other people's dreams."

Yuan Qingyu stared intently at Heimu on the other side, and laughed from time to time, talking to himself.

"Besides, I've seen all these things. Her dream about Kurosawa has something to do with you, and there are only things like "You take her for a ride with other boats on a cruise ship", "Give her a bag in the desert", " I found out that you cheated on the exam with her" These dreams are more interesting, the others are irrelevant "empty dreams". "

empty dream.

This is a kind of dream.

It refers specifically to dreams that have no special meaning, or only have sporadic scenes, or do not constitute a complete story.

In addition, there are "white dreams" and "nightmare". Although there are many types of dreams other than these three, only these three have enough meaning to be named.

"By the way, from the point of view of the dream, it can be seen that Kurosawa Mika's mental state is relatively tense recently. If I remember correctly, her last dream was that she dreamed of a corpse."

Yuan Qingyu was still talking to himself, wondering if he was talking to Hei Mu, or maybe Hei Mu couldn't hear him at all, and was just communicating with himself.

But when he heard the word "corpse", Hei Mu couldn't help raising his eyes to look at him.

"I remember that Kurosawa was suddenly awakened by a rotting corpse of natural death sticking to his face. This dream was so real that it made me feel sick when I watched it."

"So you went to investigate this dream?" Heimu raised his eyebrows, staring at the instrument in front of him meticulously, as if he was studying the composition of dreams.

"Do you think that everyone like you likes to explore the secrets of other people's dreams?" Yuan Qingyu spread his hands, "But having said that, I really went to investigate."

"You?" Although Yuan Qingyu's voice in the second half of the sentence was very low, Kuroki caught him and immediately stood up as if his butt was being scalded.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't have your hobby." Yuan Qingyu narrowed his eyes, and continued to look somewhere, "The reason why I went to investigate is mainly because... well, you can go and see what the date of this dream was. when."

"date?"

Heimu was a little dazed, but obediently turned the stack of black books to the last page and loaded it into the instrument.

“2023年的1月18号下午2点13分。”

Kuroki read the information out of the original, and he who had no idea at first reacted immediately.

"Wait, isn't this the time just now?" Kuroki glanced at the pocket watch he took out of his pocket in disbelief. The minute hand of the pocket watch pointed to four, which means it is now 7:[-] in the afternoon, " So this dream occurred [-] minutes ago?"

"That's right." Yuan Qingyu nodded in agreement, "According to the logic, the prerequisite for having a dream is that the person is in the state of "sleeping". kind of dream. "

The problem is here.

Half an hour ago, Hei Mu personally guided Kurosawa Mihua, Li Ming, and Luo Luo into the separate treatment room. If nothing else happened, they had already entered a white dream.

But why does Kurosawa still have dreams?
"Then did you find out anything?" Kuroki was a little surprised, and asked with his eyes wide open, "For example, about Kurosawa's identity, or the relationship with the hospital?"

The answer Yuan Qingyu gave made Heimu a little disappointed, he shook his head and didn't speak.

"Actually, to be precise, I should be regarded as the staff who created the white dream?"

Hei Ze sat on the edge of the desk in the room, staring at Li Ming who was covering the side of his thigh that was stepped on by high heels.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Li Ming cursed this bad woman in his heart, while gritted his teeth and wrote on the white paper.

　Kurosawa's dream is adapted from the real situation.jpg
　　
　
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