i am your guide

The lightning gradually disappeared, and when the ambulance from the Imperial Hospital arrived, Keweier was lying in Sith's arms. The guide's cheeks were wet with sweat, and he stared at the pale face of the sentinel with a calm expression, his mental strength softened and slowed down.

Several doctors in white clothes rushed out of the ambulance that opened the door. Sith helped Keweier into the car, and when he stepped on the rear pedal, he felt that someone grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Looking back, a girl stood timidly behind him.

"That brother... is he okay?"

The girl's clothes were stained with blood, there was a deep knife mark on her neck, and her messy hair was tangled together.With tears in his eyes, he looked into the car.

The cold wind whistling in the square, the long-blowing police sirens sang shrill songs in the sky, and the silently burning distant fires were continuously extinguished, and the war guide was guiding the people who were affected by the psychoactive agent.Sith looked up into the distance, then slowly squatted down, touched the girl's head and said, "He's fine."

"Will he wake up? I, I want to thank him." The girl pouted, like a lop-eared rabbit.

"He will."

Sith straightened up. He squatted on the door pedal of the ambulance, watching the automatic door with red and blue stripes slowly close, and the girl's face gradually disappeared, blurred in the backwards.

"The patient's condition is very unstable, and he resists interventional treatment." The equipment in the ambulance emits blue light, and the red line rises suddenly. The nurse in white said anxiously to the doctor on board, and the beautiful eyes behind the mask searched for help in the car. Finally settled on Sith.

"Let me do it." Sith straddled the crossbar and sat beside Keweier's stretcher. Keweier's fingertips had a little blood, sticking to Sith's cuff along the skin he was holding.

"Are you?" The nurse was stunned for a second before she asked.

"I am his guide."

Sith smiled, brushed away the broken hair on Kevil's face with his hands, looked at the nurse with burning eyes and said, "Just hold him steady?"

"Then..." The nurse hesitated for a second, before being interrupted by the doctor next to her.

"You have to enter his mental image." Looking at the roller coaster-like jumping horror curve, the doctor shrugged and said, "He's stuck in it because of psychological trauma, and the consequences of resisting treatment are very serious."

Sith was silent for a long time. He stared at Keweier for a long time before closing his eyes in compromise.

The mental picture is the concretized spiritual world of the sentinel or guide, and it is also the embodiment of their true mental state.When the sentry goes berserk, the guide can use the spirit guide to enter the other party's mental scene to bring him back and re-establish contact with the outside world.

The shape of the mental picture depends largely on the state of mind of the sentinel or guide, most obviously reflecting their innermost desires, and the person will not be aware of it.Generally speaking, only sentinels who have an exclusive relationship and have been combined will allow the guide to enter their own mental image, because this is equivalent to being honest with the guide without concealing themselves.

Normal post-runaway counseling seldom needs to enter the mental image to assist treatment, although this method is very efficient, because not every runaway sentinel has a bonding guide, and the bonding guide happens to be by his side.

Since Gawain's death, Sith's stress disorder prevents him from entering any of the Sentinel's mental images because of resistance and fear of getting lost.

Sith has only entered the mental picture of two people: Gawain and Selina.

Gao Wen's spiritual landscape was enveloped by a delicate blooming rose, the crimson petals dancing in the wind were like clouds in the sky, warm and full of vitality.The bamboo and wooden hut near the lake is the style that Selina has seen and longed for in the book.In the mental image, Gawain is sitting beside the wooden steps and fishing.

That was the best life he could imagine.

Selina's mental picture is a deep blue ocean, with surging waves hitting rocky reefs, white debris waves washing away grains of white sand, and a huge round of warm sun rising from the sky where seagulls are flying, with dazzling rays of light.

There are many picture styles in the textbook. Sith can be regarded as knowledgeable, but he is still shocked by the scene in front of him.

A storm was brewing in the sky above the city, gray and white lightning flashed in the dark black clouds, and the lightning across the sky split from east to west, and the bean-sized raindrops bombarded head-on, passing through Sith's body and falling to the ground in an instant superior.

The barbs of the thorns and rose railings point directly to the sky, the tombstones are blurred in the heavy rain, the stone road is muddy, and the leaves of the sycamore trees in the cemetery are beating wildly, forming a strange aria.Sith was standing in front of a tombstone. He couldn't read the names on the tombstone clearly, he could only see the sign of the Imperial Cemetery under the tombstone.

Here is Kevier's mental picture.

Here again is the Imperial Cemetery of Capital Star.

The gust of wind and rain came whistling, and Sith looked around, and his eyes were fixed on the person who was more than ten meters away from him.

The muscular body hidden under the umbrella no longer straightened its back, the taut arms were bluish-white, the capable military uniform was wet by the heavy rain, and the stars on the shoulders slid down with water drops.The sentry stood in the rain holding a big umbrella, with his back to Sith, expressionless.

"gram……"

Sith was overjoyed, and just as he was about to step out, he froze in place before he finished speaking.

His trembling eyes fixed on the figure in the distance, the entire cemetery was blurred, only the figure of that person was clear enough.

It was so clear that Sith could clearly see the strands of hair sticking to the cheeks of the man after being wet by the rain. The man was wearing the black and white uniform of the Imperial College. The torrential rain devastated everything.

The man was thin and thin, standing in the rain like withered grass facing the wind, but he resisted tenaciously and never fell down.He stood drenched in the rain, silently looking at the tombstone in front of him.

It seemed to be a real enough scene, perfectly reproduced and preserved in Keweier's mental picture, even the coldness of the rain was so real.Sith didn't know how Kevill had to remember to imprint that scene firmly in his memory. His heart throbbed suddenly, and the guide was surrounded by turbulent loss and despair.

That wasn't Sith's emotion, it was Cavill's own emotion, deep in memory.

But tens of meters, it seems like an eternity.

When the person in front of the tombstone turned around, Sith finally saw the person's face clearly.

The face that was exactly the same as his own was covered with gloom and despair, and only rain was reflected in the lifeless eyes. The "Sith" in front of the tomb walked back along the path step by step, and the rain split his pale face .

"Sith" seemed to have noticed that there was someone stopping on the road he had to pass. He silently raised his eyelids and glanced indifferently at Kvir who was standing in the distance.

The major general under the umbrella was holding on tightly to the handle of the umbrella, the coldness of the rain rushed to his brain along the soles of his feet, and Kevill looked at "Sith", hesitating whether to take a step forward.

It only takes a second to pass by, but it is as long as eternal life.Kevill could feel the water droplets raised by the "Sith" splashed on the toes of his shoes. The drenched guide was soaked in the rain and never sought comfort or help from anyone.The glance given to Keweier was extremely indifferent, and then he restrained himself even more quickly.

Strangers split in an instant, leaving only the crackling sound of rainwater hammering on the umbrella surface.

The guide in the picture walked farther and farther away, and the real one stood not far from Keweier. He heard a hoarse voice in the air, which was a nasal questioning after crying. The man said:

"Are you sorry?"

Sith's mind went blank, and he probably couldn't tell whether what he saw was Keweier's imagination or reality.

In Kervell's spiritual landscape, there is the Imperial Cemetery, Gawain's tomb, and the extremely indifferent...

he himself.

"What do you regret?" Sith took a deep breath. When he spoke, a wisp of gray-white lightning flashed across the sky, and the billowing thunder cracked like a battle drum. He raised his head and asked, as if talking to himself.

In the next conversation, the voice changed.

"Regret loving me."

Keweier's voice was low, lonely and frightened; his voice was so weak that it seemed to be whispering in Sith's ear, and it was a little more sad and lingering.

At the last second when he opened his eyes, Sith looked at the back of the major general in the rain and sighed:

"Never."

after one day.

It was just early in the morning when Kevill woke up from the intensive care unit, and the faint sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the thin curtains, drawing a long strip of light.The major general was trapped in the soft quilt, and a corner of the pillow was pressed down by a heavy object. He slowly moved his eyelashes and flapped them like butterfly wings. His eyes looked like sapphires under polarized light.

"Meow~"

A slight cat meow that seemed to be able to hear a little joy rang in his ears. Keweier moved his arm and found that his whole body hurt everywhere.He turned his head to look at the little thing squatting next to his pillow, and the raised cat's paw accidentally pressed his forehead, and the blond hair became even messier in an instant.

"Shia, don't make trouble."

A slender hand came across from Kevier's field of vision, and the man took Shia's cat claw and threw it aside mercilessly, his tone full of disgust.

Kevill nestled under the quilt and looked at the man, his eyes fixed on the guide's face.

Sith was wearing casual sportswear. He was lazily leaning on the soft chair beside the hospital bed, holding a knife in one hand and an apple in the other, peeling it with ease.He had a standard posture with his legs crossed, and a large fruit bowl was placed by his hand.

The blue and white tail flickered in Keweier's peripheral vision, and then Keweier saw a furry tiger paw carefully retracting the tip of its claws, taking advantage of the distraction of the guide, and stealing the freshly peeled little rabbit apple from the fruit plate.

Sith moved extremely skillfully, he didn't even look at Heine, and knocked the handle of the fruit knife on its head with his backhand, threateningly said: "If you eat it again, I won't cut it for you next time."

Heine chewed the apple contentedly, leaned towards Sith's feet, hooked her tail around the guide's ankle and rubbed it coquettishly.

Keweier narrowed his eyes to look at the guide bathed in the sun, and after seeing enough, he said slowly: "I'm awake."

It's a sad story that he himself is not as attractive as the spiritual body.

Only then did Sith raise his head. He put the apples in the fruit bowl with a faint smile.

"Good morning, Kavier."