“Collective unconscious.”

Qiao Qiao put down the information and said.

"This is a psychological theory. The unconscious is a psychology opposite to consciousness, formed by the most primitive impulses, desires, perceptions and experiences, while the collective unconscious is similar to the basic psychology of all human beings."

"The theoretical basis for this is that there are many things called prototypes that are not related to culture, race, and region of human beings."

Hearing Qiao Qiao's words, Yalizi's eyes turned into circles.

"Teacher, what does this have to do with the problems we are facing now?"

"Well, it doesn't matter. I just suddenly thought of this. Although it is possible that cutting people with an axe is an archetype image of the hospital, it should be more than just letting specific people have the same dream."

Qiao Qiao shook her head.

The most likely situation is that there is a weird thing that is causing trouble in the hospital and disturbing the mind.

But just now, Qiao Qiao's spiritual vision and spiritual communication did not discover these strange existences.

Very strange.

Everything seems very normal, it is just a delusion of psychiatric patients in the psychiatric therapy department.

But for Qiao Qiao, this is normal but it is very abnormal.

It was getting late, so Qiao Qiao copied some important information and prepared to take it home.

He rode a motorcycle and carried Yalizi back. Suddenly, Qiao Qiao felt something.

It seems that I haven't been to the boss for a long time. I wonder how he is doing?

He thought so and asked.

"Yalizi, I'm going to go to the boss's side later. Where are you?"

"Ah, I will go wherever the teacher goes!"

Yalizi replied without hesitation.

The two came to a secluded alley in Shinjuku.

The late night cafeteria has just opened at this time.

After parking the car, Qiao Qiao lifted the curtain and found that there were still no other customers in the canteen late at night, only the boss leaned against the table and smoking a cigarette.

"You're here."

When the boss saw Qiao Qiao, he said without any emotion.

Then I saw Yalizi behind Qiao Qiao.

"You're here too?"

He was stunned for a moment and hurriedly put out the cigarette butt in his hand that had just been smoking for a while in the ashtray.

"Boss, I want a pork soup to order."

Qiaoqiao is familiar with the single-way location.

"Then I also want to set the pork soup."

Yalizi said with Qiao Qiao.

"Okay."

The boss clapped his hands and returned to the kitchen. After a while, he served two servings of pork soup to order.

"The previous earthquake, boss, are you okay here?"

Qiao Qiao picked up the soup bowl of pork soup and blew it gently. The freshly sprinkled chopped green onion mixed with the aroma of oil was sucked into his nose, causing unconscious saliva to be secreted.

"It's okay, it's okay."

The boss subconsciously glanced at the location of the small warehouse.

"That's good, I think there should be no problem with you, boss."

Qiao Qiao nodded and then picked up a piece of pork mixed with green onions, wrapped it in a ball of rice, and put it into his mouth.

The pork juice penetrates into the hot rice, relieves the greasiness and is very delicious.

"Boss, do you know Showa University?"

Qiao Qiao stopped the chopsticks a little and asked.

Since the boss has been in Tokyo for so many years, he should have known about Showa University's related incidents.

"I know, I know, isn't that a medical university? What's wrong?"

The boss touched his chin and asked back.

Qiao Qiao briefly mentioned the clues left by Tsujimen Qingming, and then went to Showa University to investigate and learn about the information.

"Do you kill someone in your dream..."

The boss couldn't help but take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He was about to light them, but noticed Yalizi, who was eating the food in the bowl, and put the cigarettes on the table.

"I remember the spirit-removing master on Shinagawa..."

The boss thought for a while, and spoke as if he was confused.

"I don't seem to know each other very much. It's strange. I always feel like I should know one or two of them."

He scratched the back of his head.

"Sure enough, the boss can't do anything about it?"

Qiao Qiao sighed.

It seems that the problem here is really tricky.

Qiao Qiao quickly finished supper. While waiting for Yalizi to finish eating, he took out the information and read it carefully for a second time.

"It doesn't make sense if a woman lives alone at home for seven years."

The boss glanced casually.

"really."

Qiao Qiao always feels that he has overlooked something important, but he can't remember it.

"By the way, I have to say to Xiaoyezi, I won't go home for dinner tonight."

He thought of the three girls at home and took out his cell phone.

Just as Qiao Qiao took out his cell phone, something fell out of his pocket, but before it fell to the ground, Qiao Qiao had already flexibly caught it.

That was a pocket watch.

The trial-making reduction version of Einstein's reality augmented anchor has limited areas of influence, so Qiao Qiao is used as a talisman to carry it on her body.

When he saw this pocket watch, Qiao Qiao suddenly felt that he had realized something.

He turned it on and gently pressed the switch.

"!"

It was as if the originally hazy world had become clear in an instant, Qiao Qiao felt that the gray mist that had been shrouded on him had disappeared immediately.

“It’s meme pollution!”

Qiao Qiao couldn't help but stand up.

"What?"

Yalizi had just put down her chopsticks, but when she heard Qiao Qiao's words, she was confused.

But as Einstein's reality enhancement anchor range with a radius of three meters radius radiates to her, Yalizi's expression also suddenly became enlightened.

"It's a pretty advanced anti-meme, and even the idea of ​​meme pollution is eliminated."

Qiao Qiao said.

Everything was almost enlightened.

"What?"

The boss still doesn’t know what Qiao Qiao is talking about.

"Well, simply put, when Yariko and I entered Showa Hospital, we were probably entangled with the weirdness of the anti-meme."

"The weirdness of this anti-meme can almost eliminate all the traces of its existence, and even ordinary spiritual vision and psychics cannot be aware of it. Not only that, it will also prevent us from thinking about meme-related things, thus ignoring this possibility."

"No wonder I thought there were already many clues before, but I couldn't think of a solution. Maybe it was because even the concept of 'meme' was erased by that weirdness."

Qiao Qiao gradually straightened out his ideas.

This is weird, not complicated.

What is really amazing is its powerful anti-memetic ability.

Even spiritual extermination masters like Qiao Qiao and Yalizi are blinded by them, so those doctors and patients will definitely not be able to notice them.

Perhaps this is the skill of the weird evolution that survived the fierce competition for survival.

Hide yourself and clean it up.

"In this way, maybe Ms. Yasuda's husband and daughter she mentioned are probably......"

Yalizi seemed to think of something and spoke in surprise, but before she could finish speaking, she hurriedly stood up when she saw Qiao Qiao's body.

"Teacher, you, on your pants..."

She pointed at Qiao Qiao's trouser legs.

There, there was a bloody handprint.
Chapter completed!