C18 Where Did the Gypsy Come from

The first might be environmental factors, such as the building's magnetic field or resonance, which affected the people living in it, interfered with our brain waves, and finally led us to suicide in a state of delirium. But I immediately overturned this hypothesis, because this did not happen to Lina.

Another possibility, human factor. Some people deliberately design our nightmares and use them to guide us in our sleep.

The human brain is already a rather complex central processing unit, and mainstream science in the United States acknowledged 20 years ago (1960) that mind-control was possible.

Since the cold war between the United States and the Soviet Union, both countries, in addition to their arms and space competitions, have been working on how to develop their brain's potentialities so that thought control can emerge from the laboratory and become a simple man-to-man operation. The most famous was the "Astral Plan", which studied the control of ideas, remote vision, perspective, telepathy, and other uses for military purposes. Even the Ministry of Defense had once threatened to find a true 'brain-teaser' who could read combat plans in the brains of high-ranking Russian military officials thousands of kilometers away, control the brains of high-ranking Russian officials, obtain intelligence, and so on.

But these experiments began to recede from the stage of history in the 1970s. Because the biggest drawback of this approach is that no matter how you enter someone's consciousness, the brain will find and instinctively reject you.

Same as skin allergies. Allergy is a repulsive reaction that occurs under a self-protective mechanism. When people come into contact with dust, mites, gasoline, or pollen, the skin categorizes the harmless things as harmful and immediately resists them — or allergies, as we call them — even though they do not give orders to the skin, the skin instinctively protects itself.

The same goes for the brain. If someone with brain power invades someone's brain, the brain will immediately have a rejection reaction. This person will also immediately sense that his brain has been invaded. Those with strong mental powers could even set up a firewall to defend against the invasion.

If there is a brain-teaser around, he chose to do it while I was asleep, probably because the defenses of the brain are the weakest during sleep. To save energy, the brain, in its sleep, weakens the connections between nerve cells, whereas the unconscious acts as a proxy for major tasks, such as the creation of dreams.

If his brain waves were very strong, it was possible for him to bypass the defensive system and reach the subconscious realm.

The other party obviously didn't want to know what I was thinking. They only wanted to put me to death.

But not only can they control my dreams, they can also control my body movements through them. Just how strong of a brain wave was this?

In my mind, I saw Maria's expressionless, lifeless face.

Alpha's age didn't match up, and it was estimated that while Johnson was living here, Alpha had not been born yet. The only possibility was Maria.

Johnson's trust in his past life still continued, which at least proved that Johnson was still alive. Although I don't really understand why Johnson has already escaped, and is still continuing to execute this task.

I thought as I found the address the trust company had given me. The address was on the west side of Los Angeles. It would be too late to go today.

"BOOM!" Dong! Dong! "BOOM!" I was startled.

A rhythmic knocking sound came from the corridor. As soon as he walked out of the 610, he saw the stray cat.

Someone locked the door again, and the stray cat rammed its head against the door like it was crazy.

When the stray cat saw me, it almost begged with a meow.

I sighed, pitying my parents, and so did the cat. He probably couldn't go in and feed the child, so he had to be anxious.

I helped him open the door to the utility room, and the smell of blood hit him in the face.

Inside, there was a litter of kittens, all dead and covered in blood.

The female cat jumped onto the box, wailing in pain. He lowered his head and licked his dead child.

The kitten's body was covered with claw marks and bite marks. It had been bitten to death.

However, the door was obviously locked from the inside. If a female cat couldn't even enter the room, what would cause her to die?

Suddenly, in the middle of a pile of kittens' corpses, a fur stood up.

It was the spotted kitten. It was still alive.

It was also covered in wounds. One part of its body was missing and one of its eyes was bleeding from its claw.

The kitten mewled weakly and went to find the female cat's nipple.

The female turned her belly upside down and let the kitten suckle. I looked up at the cat's belly, suddenly aware of what was going on, and gasped.

The female had only one nipple.

The female might have been injured before, the rest of her nipples had been cut off by the person who had hurt her, and there were still scars on her belly.

I looked at the injured kitten, who was gulping down milk.

This nest of kittens wasn't bitten to death by others.

Because female cats don't have enough nipples, they can't drink all of it and kill each other for the sole source of food.

And this seemingly weak kitten was the only one who could live to enjoy food after putting in all its effort to kill its brothers and sisters!

"I know Peter can do it."

Unknowingly, Alpha was already standing behind me. "Lina always wanted to give Peter milk to drink, but I poured that away. If you don't kill others, others will kill you. In order to survive, one must have the awareness to face this cruel world. "

I felt sick to my stomach, sick to my stomach. I turned around and walked out.

"Can I raise Peter with Lina?" Alpha suddenly asked me.

"No."

"Why?"

"Don't you understand?" I turned to look at Alpha: "It killed its siblings. It's not Peter anymore. It's a monster. "

"Monsters have no right to live? Peter just wants to live. It's not wrong. "

I looked at Alpha, not understanding why he was so stubborn about this. "From the moment it took the first bite of the other kittens, it could no longer be kept as a house cat. You let Lina keep it, and there will be a day it will hurt Lina and you. "

"I will watch Peter. Don't tell Lina about this." Alpha was silent for a moment, then said to me: "Lina is downstairs, quickly leave."

I looked at Alpha in disbelief.

He acted as if he knew I was sneaking back.

But I didn't have time to think about it. If Lina saw me here, she would know that I was lying.

Just as I got off the elevator and saw Lina coming in from the outside, I hurriedly hid behind the security room and watched her get on the elevator before heaving a sigh of relief.

Coming out of the Joshua Building, he saw the gypsy leading the way across the street, and with him the blonde dancing in the crowd.

The gypsy took off his felt hat and beckoned me over.

"Vadoma is dead. She told us to bring you this. "

He turned to the blonde and spoke a few words in Romanian. The blonde wiped her eyes and took a piece of paper out of her pocket and pressed it into my hand.

It was the family photo. I put it in the sunlight and studied it. The young woman in the photo, although dressed in European upper-class clothes, had a square Asian face, with narrow eyes, prominent cheekbones, sunken cheeks, and dark skin.

At that time, I asked Vadoma if the woman in the photo was her, but she didn't answer me.

The Gypsy itself was a generic term used to describe the tribe members who had a different appearance from the Europeans. They had travelled a long distance to come here, passing through various countries and countries. Some say that they originated in Bohemia, others in Greece or Persia, and some say that they came from India.

Unlike the historical records usually preserved in countries or regions, the history of the Gypsies was one of constant migrations. Even they themselves did not know where their previous generations had come from, let alone their homeland.

"This is her only relic. She was carrying this picture when we found her. " the leader said.

"Why …" "Is she going to leave it to me?" I said to myself as I looked at the photo.

"Gurichobovoy …" The blonde lady suddenly said to me as if she heard my words.

I didn't understand Romanian, and naturally I didn't know what she was talking about. Anxious, she took my hand and gestured between my wrist and hers.

Clearly, the leader was also surprised. He exchanged a few words with the blonde. Then she suddenly looked at me very seriously.

"She said, Vadoma said before she passed away that you had the blood of the God, just like her. But she is the last of her race. "

The blood of a god?

Stunned, I recalled the legend of the clan.

It was said that the Tibetan team had walked out from the sandstorm of the Nine Furnace Plum Blossom Mountain.

He had used his own blood to save the son of the Yan Clan and even the leader of the entire clan.

They told the clan elders of the Yan Clan that they were the direct descendants of God and that they had the blood of God.

Could it be that Vadoma was also a Tibetan?

My head was spinning, and I could barely think. I crouched on the ground for who knows how long, until the blonde pulled me to my feet.

"Vadoma... Where did she come from? " My feet felt weak, like I was standing on the surface of the sea.

Gypsy and blonde looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Why would she have the same blood as me? Gypsy … Wasn't it supposed to come from Greece? "Greece, Persia, India …"

The leader harrumphed and interrupted me with contempt, "These are the research that those white men think they are. The white men of Europe, the white men of America, invented lightbulbs and telescopes and thought they had the secrets of the universe; they thought they had steel tanks and cannons, and they became masters of the world. They are so arrogant and haughty. We are all humans, but in their eyes, we are just a low level race like mice. They studied the origins of our Gypsy and wished that our ancestors were some uncivilized primitive people in the forest. Only then would they be satisfied with their sense of superiority. "

"We never ask where we come from, and if we do, we don't say. In this world, those that can be called secrets should not be spoken of by the people of the world. " The leader paused before saying:

"We are not looking for roots to ask our ancestors, because we revere them."

"..." Has Vadoma mentioned her past? For example, what does she believe in? " I felt that my question just now had been too extreme. After all, all I knew about the history of Gypsy came from the West.

The Gypsy hated the whites. Especially during the Second World War, the persecution and ostracism in the European countries probably surpassed that of the Jews. However, because the Gypsy did not have a fixed home and did not have any strong power to unite them, they did not make any compensation.

The reason why I asked Vadoma about her faith is because I can also deduce her approximate origin from her faith.

The gypsy leader and the blonde exchanged a few more words in a language I didn't understand.

"We don't know where Vadoma came from. She once mentioned that her god had a thousand names, but his real name is hidden in a place that no one can enter." The leader seemed to be racking his brains to organize his speech, and explained to me with difficulty: "This is a god from Vadoma's race, do you understand? We have many similar legends, and that's why it's very easy for us to understand it.

"No problem, just tell me what you know."

Some ancient languages really can only be understood but not spoken. It is only in this context that life can be understood.

It was like when I was in Philadelphia and a fellow student of East Asian history discussed with me the translation of the word fate in English.

Fate is a very mysterious word, not even close to the English word, and not even two or three sentences of English interpretation can translate the essence of the word. Only those who understood Zen religion and gatha and understood Buddhist fate could understand the meaning of this word. At that time, I talked for a long time, but that student from East Asia History still had a puzzled look on his face.

However, this word was understood by all Chinese. It could even be considered a high-frequency word. In our lives, a word like "fate brings us together" can leave foreigners confused.

At the same time, there may be some things that they can immediately comprehend but it is very difficult for us to understand within the Gypsy's language systems. I watched the leader mutter to himself in English and Romanian, occasionally exchanging words with the blonde.

"Let me put it this way, the God that Vadoma believes in has a secret name. This name allows him to have endless power. God had never revealed this mysterious name, because it was the only spell that bound God, and once she had the name, God was controlled by that person.

"So God gave himself a thousand names. He was called Meng in the morning, La in the afternoon, Tam in the sunset, Brightmoon at night and Turgu in the early morning …"

"What did you say his name is?!" I suddenly felt that the name was very familiar.

"Turgut" The person leading the group was shocked by my words. "What Vadoma believes in is the God of the morning …"

Turgut, Turgut, could that be the same name? Is my ancestor the god of this dawn?

I was momentarily taken aback by my own assumption.

"Are you all right?" The Gypsy leader tapped me on the shoulder.

"I... "It's a bit messy," I said, shaking my head to calm myself down.

"Then we'll leave first."

The gypsy leader, seeing that I was fine, pressed the brim of his hat and the blonde woman forward.

"Last question. You said just now that Vadoma was the last person in her clan. Did she say why?" I asked.

"Gypsy is walking towards her demise," after leading the way for a few steps, he turned around and said to me.

"You should know that we never intermarry with outsiders. Our population has been declining slowly for hundreds of years. Vadoma's family was even older, they could only marry relatives... The war made us lose our loved ones, but the Gypsy's daughter did not marry an outsider, and the Gypsy's bride could only be the Gypsy. Not just Vadoma, even us, are the last generation. As for her … "

The leader looked at the blonde.

That's right! Why didn't I even think of that! Gypsy and my family are too similar in terms of reproduction!

Gypsy had followed this tradition throughout their thousands of years in Europe. This is why they are ostracized no matter where they go. They do not intermarry with the locals, but only within their own clan, thus preventing them from being integrated into the local culture and community for a long time.

After the Second World War, Gypsy suffered heavy casualties, with a loss rate of 80%. Thus, in the decades after the war, a large number of Gypsy were able to kidnap and sell their young daughters, raising them as tools for their own clan's reproduction. This blonde white girl in front of me is not a Gypsy at all, but a white child who was kidnapped. Gypsy's hair was all black.

"We just want them to have a taste of the pain of our bereavement." After the leader finished, he turned around and left.

The blonde didn't understand and waved a friendly hand at me. Her blond hair shone brightly in the sunset. Perhaps she didn't know that she was an unfortunate person.

"… …." Only the God of Light knows where we came from, and he is so ethereal that he is unable to tell the truth to everyone in the world … "

An ancient gypsy ballad came from who knows where.

The truth might not be proven.

And I still have to face my nightmares.