The Dead Zone: Maya Stela - C30

“He woke up.” I woke up in a daze with the smell of disinfectant around my nose and stared at the scene in front of me.

People come and go. I’m lying on a platform that’s almost a meter high, my four limbs tied up with a rope. The rope is loose, but the rope is strong.

“You’re awake?” The woman in front of me pushed the frame and looked at me with a smile.

She spoke in Chinese, fluent Mandarin with no accent, which was out of place for her long golden hair. I froze.

The woman was very beautiful and her voice was very comfortable. He pulled a pair of scissors from under the counter that matched the rope that was tying me, and stuck it in the rope.

I must be looking at her warily now. The woman smiled kindly, put the scissors back, and said, “Come with me.”

Her smile was relaxed and gentle. The expressions of the people beside him were also very friendly. Some of them even had faces full of joy. I relaxed a little, looked around, and followed her.

I didn’t notice it earlier, but when I got off the platform and looked again, I was covered in cold sweat. At the side of the platform, there was a large area of glass that had fallen onto the ground. Although it was blurry outside, one could still see that it was definitely not low.

As I walked over, a red-haired European man patted me on the shoulder and chuckled softly. He spoke in English and translated, “Well done.”

Good job?

The woman had a pair of high heels, but she walked very fast. I ran two steps to catch up with her. She greeted me all the way to the last room on the road and pushed the door open.

I immediately followed him in and asked curiously, “What’s going on?” What did you do to me? ”

“I’m Fontine Charles. You can call me Fantine.” Fantine blinked, poured a glass of water, and sat down in front of me.

“I’m a psychiatrist who was hired. I’ve already signed on for a confidential service.”

“What does it have to do with me? Where is my friend? Where is this? “I’m not in China, am I?” You ask too many questions, little warrior. ” She smiled. “With so many questions, which one should I answer first?”

I was embarrassed by her little brave voice. She shrugged and said, “Of course it has something to do with you. I was sent to hypnotize you. You’re the only one who knows where your friend is …” “Hmm …” This is not China. We are at the “headquarters”. What is the problem? ”

“Hypnosis?” I gripped the word firmly.

“Yes, hypnosis. You can’t remember what it was, and those memories are important to us, so I came to help you remember, and through your words to learn what we wanted to know. ”

I stared at her blankly.

“Poor child.” She placed her hands on the table and looked at me sympathetically, “You may have fainted. Let me summarize it for you. ”

“Summary?”

“Right, a summary.” She leaned back in her chair, “You woke up two days ago. It was a very short period of time, and those people couldn’t wait to ask all sorts of questions. Apparently, you were knocked out, and then immediately fainted back. You were unconscious in the hotel and reported. The two Chinese team mates with you had disappeared. That was very puzzling. They couldn’t wait any longer, so they came to find me during your sleepless sleep to find out what was going on, and then your memory stopped, and at the same time, you woke up. ”

I remember only until I fell asleep, and that’s how it was when I woke up again. He didn’t know if what she said was true or not, but the companions of the Chinese team should be referring to Wei Yuting.

That is to say, everything that happened since I woke up on that platform was just a dream? But this dream was something I had experienced before?

“It seems that you do have some parts that you can’t remember.” Fangting said in a sympathetic and regretful tone, “No wonder. After all, the back of your head was hit by such a heavy blow.”

I subconsciously tried to touch the back of my head, but all I could feel was a lump of gauze. Remembering my ‘injured’ left arm, I lowered my head to take a look.

There were no marks of bandages, and the sleeves were rolled up. Only a faint chocolate colored vertical line showed that the wound had been there before.

“What day is it today? I’m talking about Beijing time in China!” My eyes widened as if they were about to split. I asked anxiously.

Fantine opened a drawer, took out a cell phone, and handed it to me.

The back of the phone was still covered in blood. I didn’t have the time to think about that. I quickly opened the screen and looked at the numbers in Chinese.

“December 28, 2006.” I read it word for word.

My head buzzed, and I analyzed it as quickly as a computer is turned on.

I set out on the occasion of the National Day, and went all the way to Egypt for twenty-five days, and came back to the hotel four days after I had taken the train to Henan to complete my mission.

How is this possible!?

I must have looked awful. I picked up the glass of water from the table and gulped it down. Ye Zichen calmed down a little.

This kind of thing often happens in books, isn’t it? It’s just that the characters have changed to me. There was no fear, only irritation.

I rubbed my face.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore.” Fang Ting said, “Come with me, there are still people waiting for you.”

“Hmm?”

“This person looks really familiar.” The bald old man looked at the old man in front of him. “Professor?”

“It’s good that you’re here,” Professor Wu waved his hand enthusiastically. “Let’s go.”

I thought to myself, have you been talking so fast these past two days? None of them could explain it clearly.

Fantine took my arm in both of hers, and I was about to start in surprise when I felt a pinch on the flesh of my arm.

“How is it? Have you been all right for the past two days? I just happened to be in the United States, and your father asked me to come and see you and bring you back. ”

“Daddy?”

I signed a secret agreement, so I can’t reveal even the slightest bit of my reason for coming here. I pretended to be familiar with the professor and thanked him before agreeing on a time to leave.

“Professor Ping Shang …” Fantine hesitated.

“You know my father?” The Zuo Ping Shang was my father’s name.

“Yes, I know him …” “Hurry up and go.”

I looked at her suspiciously, then turned and left in big strides.

The back of his head twitched and he fainted.

When he woke up again, he was lying in the hotel.

As his face grew larger, I pushed him away.

Why was he laughing on the bed next door, “Are you having a nightmare?”

“More or less.” I touched my left hand. The layers of gauze felt especially real.

“Clean it up.” “I’ve talked to the higher-ups. The school is organized, so we have to go back.” “Hmm?”

Sitting in the car. He finally understood what he meant. As for last night’s dream, what else could he do other than dream? He just didn’t know why he would dream about this.

I have always described the details clearly in my dreams, and I would never forget it once I was done. As I reminisced further and further, I combed through the details of my dreams from head to toe.

I don’t know how to interpret dreams, but I have a bad feeling about this.

Their destination this time was Shang Qiu. The other two groups of exploratory studies were so slow that plans to go directly to Bermuda ran aground. What do you mean by dragging a Wei Yuting like me to Shang Qiu to find Old Master He?

The train only arrived after a few turns. When I got off the train, Wei Yuting and I were the same, so I was very excited. He would miss the old man when he was away for a long time. For example, right now, I really want to see that old man who’s somewhere.

Thinking of him reminded me of Fantine’s “know him,” and I wondered if I had added a romance to my father’s dream. I think my mother would beat me to death if she knew.

“Let’s go to my house first.” Maybe it was because we were at a familiar place, so why did he make a phone call? He turned around and excitedly looked at us. “My grandfather is at home.”

Wei Yuting and I started to get restless. Old man He doesn’t have a good reputation in the industry right now, but we ‘descendants’ all know of his illustrious reputation. In terms of professional seniority, he is very high, so even though he’s retired, he sometimes saves a few things. Old man He will immediately rush over, so it’s very exciting to be able to catch up with him.

After leaving the train station, Wei Yuting went to buy water. Why did he suddenly come over and said, “By the way, let this old man see what’s up there.”

Up here? I guessed it was a stone tablet. Originally, Wei Yuting wanted to send it to the gathering place in Shanghai, but she was stopped. At that time, she said she finished it too quickly and rushed to the next location. She was so tired that she panicked. After that, we heard the second group’s progress report that it wasn’t filled up yet. We hastily reported it to them and let them move about on their own. However, they didn’t rush for us to send the stone tablet out.

It was only natural for his grandfather to want to see the stone monument. The only thing I’m puzzled about is that this old man actually didn’t participate. Although he was a bit old, other work could still be done. Those who had gone through scientific research were not dragged to Shanghai. It was unknown if it was due to carelessness or a sudden loss of treasures.

Hiring a taxi meant he had to proficiently announce a bunch of names and excitedly read them from the front. Wei Yuting looked out of the window in boredom, while I lowered my head to look at my phone.

What do you mean open the door? The three of them smiled as they entered. The first thing we did when we were ready was to see the old man.

The study room was pushed open, and a sandalwood scent mixed with an ink-black scent assaulted their nostrils, mixed with a few traces of a strange yet slightly magnificent fragrance.

“Grandfather,” he called out excitedly.

“Professor He.”

“Hello, professor grandpa!”

Wei Yuting and I greeted each other respectfully. However, the back of my head, which was sitting on the chair, didn’t turn around at all.

What do you mean by ‘grandfather’? ” He rushed forward. We followed.

On the work chair, the old man had his eyes closed and a serene expression on his face. However, his face was somewhat sallow as he folded his hands together, holding something in them.