Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Time is not right.

Not only me, but many people are aware of this. We checked the phone. The time on the phone is exactly as the host said. Two hours have passed, but in terms of personal time, only half Hours. Fitness coaches and others are also up and down at this time. The difference between half an hour and two hours is really too large. In the usual days, even if the illusion that time is too fast because of focusing on certain things, it is definitely not as strong as it is now. Because, the cause of the gap in this period of time is very reminiscent of the previous hypnotic behavior. Compared to Mr. Mitsui Tsukazu, those of us who apparently feel that we have not been affected, of course, will be even more surprised when they realize the time difference.

If this is not the moderator's words, it means that the seminar's "brain hardware pioneer" effect is stronger than expected. Moreover, the subtle and subtle effects that are produced cannot be easily eliminated.

The host ignored the whispers of the audience. In terms of hosting ability, he is the worst host I have ever seen, but he never seems to think about how to do a good job in hosting. His voice and movements are plain and casual, and he has not made a lot of anger. Even if this is the case, under the constraints of various factors, the participants can only continue to participate daringly.

"... Now, Mr. G is invited to the stage, and his paper is ..." The host reported the name, but the atmosphere that should have been heated up, but under the previous series of strange blows, ￥ 长 ￥ 风, ± ⊥t, Became quite silent and depressed. The old gentleman who came to the stage also touched a sweat, his expression tense, as if angry and nervous, and more like holding some emotion, he was forced to go to power.

He pronounced twice. But they are out of tune. He readjusted the microphone and fiddled with the information on the podium. After about three seconds, the first word was spit out. The subsequent words were also spit out one by one, as if they had not spoken for many years. They did not improve until four or five sentences . I watched his eyes carefully. He was found turning his eyes from time to time, glancing at the presenter standing at the corner of the desk. The host hugged his arms, although there was no expression on his face, but it made people feel that this kind of expression is "impatient" performance.

"It looks sad." The fortune teller whispered to us, because the atmosphere at the scene was too depressed, so a slightly louder voice would become very conspicuous.

"In fact, there is no need to arrange such a person to host the seminar, and there is no need to repeat this time. Say these sensitive things?" She paused and added: "If it is such a powerful thing, don't remind us intentionally, Just use it privately, is n’t it better? "

"I still think that this site is just a psychological test." The fitness coach said: "The host simply can't produce evidence. Do we have to believe what he said? Mr. Mitsui. You are the same, cheer up."

"I've worked very hard. But, the person's background, attitude and way of speaking ..." said Mitsuzuka's embarrassed expression, "it will always make people think badly. I also hope that all this It ’s just the use of psychology, the actual situation is not so serious, but hope. Hope. I subconsciously, always tend to believe this bad situation. "

"It's the so-called, good and bad spirits, isn't it?" The fortune-teller suddenly smiled and said, "You should learn from Gao Chuan. Use more positive ideas to face uncertain situations."

Her words made Mitsuzuka's eyes fall on me, and I naturally looked at him. He seemed to have been stabbed by a needle and suddenly turned his head back. I don't quite understand why he is so sneaky.

The report of the people on the stage will basically not exceed ten minutes. In fact, I think they intended to explain it longer and clearer. However, in the event of an accident, everyone is very anxious. Therefore, they have no intention to elaborate their research Let this report feel a bit anticlimactic. Speaking of which, it can still be blamed. The host even threw such a "big bomb" directly in his opening speech.

Afterwards, the progress of the meeting was lackluster, and there were no expected highlights. The whole meeting room was filled with the idea of ​​"hurry up". It should have been happy, and the rewarding report meeting was as boring as lying in a coffin. To be honest, there is no shortage of novel topics in the participants' research. It will make people interested in how much they are placed in the usual time, but they can be put in front of the pioneers of brain hardware, but they are all eclipsed. And this moderator's approach to attack the participants is like dismounting Mawei, which makes everyone very unhappy.

After that, the report ended in plain fashion. Everyone was like a corpse that had been laid down from the cross. Some people pulled on their ties, some took out their handkerchiefs and wiped their sweat, and some stood up to clear their bones. During this period, the papers that were not selected were re-sent back at the seminar, and those who returned the papers showed complex expressions, as if unwilling, but relieved again.

"Me, my paper was accepted." Mitsui Tsukazu said a little nervously.

"Ours is the same." The fortune teller said.

"Mr. Mitsui, what is your thesis?" Asked the fitness coach.

"As mentioned earlier, about the tampering, repair and cleaning of the information in the brain." Mitsui Tsukazu said, and then quickly added: "Of course, the key points are not written, just written some theory and prospects. Think It is completely impossible to rely on this paper to make machines. "

"Can you guarantee that no one in the seminar can make corrections to your thesis?" The tone of the fitness instructor is not very friendly, because Mitsui Tsukazu's research and the brain hardware pioneer route of the seminar are too close. I guess, probably she thinks that in any case, she can't ignore the help that Mitsui Tsukazu's paper may bring to the pioneers of brain hardware. Admittedly, the seminar can produce real objects, which is enough to prove that the theory is basically mature, but if they can do everything themselves, they will not be deceived into this place.

However, because there was no preparation in advance, it is useless to say anything until now. Rather than complaining about Mitsui Tsukazu, it is better to study the information he still keeps so as to evaluate the current situation.

The people in the meeting room left their seats one by one, and when they left, not many people were in a mood to talk and laugh. I saw someone deliberately making a circle in the surrounding room, as if they wanted to confirm something, such as finding a "review" in the host population. However, for a whole floor, there are no other people except our guests.

"Balds aren't there either," the fitness coach said. Naturally, it was the person in charge of our business, the one born in the seminar. Middle-aged baldness, who is also somewhat prestigious in psychology. At the beginning, she also used the honorific such as "Mr." But now she directly said the vulgar word "bald". She can imagine the psychological change of this person.

While we were talking, some people had gone downstairs, some people went up the stairs, and some people went to the elevator, but soon, the people who took the elevator turned back. Say to everyone: "The elevator seems to be broken, no matter how you press it, you can't open the door."

Everyone looked at each other. It was at this time that the light tube at the top of the corridor seemed to have a problem, a clear sizzling current sound, and then began to flash continuously, and the shadows around the people seemed to become clear and deep at once. If you say the previous shadow, it is just a faint layer. If you don't pay attention, you won't realize the gray, then. The current shadow is like heavy ink on white paper.

Many people face doubts and expect others to give explanations such as "lamp aging", but they are completely silent. There is a tense atmosphere contagious among everyone, as if gradually realizing that this situation is not normal. If it is a normal person. It is definitely not just because of the flashing lights, we think it is weird, at most it is just that the lighting equipment is not in good contact. However, as far as I am concerned, of course, it is more inclined. What strange events have already begun.

Even in the age of atheism, there are very few people who are truly unaffected by the environment. It's like walking in a dark and unmanned alley, which is easy to make people think and feel uneasy. At this moment, the lights flicker and create such an atmosphere.

"Come again." Mitsui Tsukazu seemed to think of something, and said, "It may be the murderer."

I know that Dr. Ruan Li ’s suggestion made him always feel that in the disaster of the rest point, there has always been such a clearly existing murderer. He is in this team of experts, using justified reasons to disguise vile acts, , Or a psychopath, a medical expert. He knows how to make psychedelic drugs, which makes people fall into the fears in their hearts and kill each other.

The current situation, no doubt, reminded him of the last time he was at rest.

"It's just that the equipment is aging." At this time, someone finally said this. Most people agree, but there are also a few people who leave. Some people shouted that this was a conspiracy, but there were also others like Mitsui Tsukazu who, although they did not agree with each other's claims, were completely silent.

Footsteps came from the stairs, and there was some hustle and bustle. The people who came up one after the other were all the first to descend from the stairs. They all had strange expressions on their faces, which made people wonder what happened below.

"How come again? The elevator here is broken," someone said.

"It doesn't work either." Someone answered in good faith: "It's strange, the stairs can't be found."

"Couldn't find the stairs?" Although the words were clear, some people could not turn it into a direct impression. "What are you talking about? How could you not find it?"

"Just couldn't find it." The man said: "The stairs we came up were all gone and turned into walls or rooms, but we also tried to knock on the walls and open the room, but there was no shadow of the stairs. "

His description is too incredible, so most listeners show hesitant expressions.

"Assuming we can really leave, do you think those of us will return?" The man persuaded again.

After this group of people came up, the number of people in the corridor changed and began to become a little crowded. I, the fitness trainer, the fortune teller, and Mitsui Tsukazu stayed away from the stairs and the crowd, and stayed at a distance of six or seven meters, observing the attitude of everyone.

"Is it really an illusion?" Mitsui Tsukazu said.

But I even believe that someone blocked the place with "mystery".

The question is, what are these people who laid traps for? Moreover, although there are no people for the seminar, since this place is still the site of the seminar, it will definitely be monitored to a considerable extent. Now that the third and fourth floors are isolated from normal spaces, such large-scale changes should not be able to hide the seminar.

"Just wait, there will be rescue." I said so comforting to others.

During this period, unbelievers ran down the stairs, and many people expected them to bring good news. Only the people who go first are unimpressed. Sure enough, when these people came up, there was an incredible expression.

"It's really gone. And, you should find a window to see what's going on outside." One of them adjusted his expression, but said something hard to believe: "We don't seem to be on Earth anymore."

The dubious man pushed away the room beside him. After a while, when he came out, there was also a trance on his face: "Where are we?"

Seeing this, the fitness coach pushed the door behind him a few times, but the door moved, and then she kicked a corner fiercely, and immediately sounded the alarm. There was a lot of discussion around U An, but the sudden alarm could still be clearly echoed in the corridor. And this voice. It's like turning on a switch and turning into a dark shadow under the light, which seems to become a tangible substance. When people lift their feet, they see that the sole of the shoe seems to be covered with asphalt.

"Shit! What the **** is this!" Some people kept cursing, but more sensitive people felt a greater crisis. Keep turning around, or leaning against the side wall. Move slowly to places with few people and places without shadows.

There are less than ten such people besides us, and only three of them were selected as outstanding paper authors.

"Shadow ..." Mitsui Tsukazu's face was a little ugly. "Sure enough, did we get psychedelics again?"

At this time, the fitness instructor was trying to open the window in the room. However, these windows seemed to stick to the space and could not be opened at all. Looking out through the window, everything outside is sticky, only black and white, but the outline of the landscape still has some impressions of the time, but it can't bring personal pleasure anyway.

"Gao Chuan. Didn't Ms. Ruan tell you anything? For example, you encountered this seemingly hallucinating situation." The fortune-teller asked.

"She believes that the seminar can handle these issues." I can only say this: "Although the situation is very strange now, there is no danger, has it?"

To be honest, for a moment, I remembered Marceau who had a glimpse of it here not long ago. She is an electronic demon messenger, and this situation is indeed very much like a temporary temporary data hedge space like the inherent enchantment. However, the nightmare watch store in Las Vegas gave me such a deep first impression that I quickly rejected this guess. Today's weird phenomenon is completely different from the manifestation in watch shops.

I checked the tool in my hand. The weapon was only a folding electrician's knife. Cigarettes and lighters were intact. Chain judgment and quick sweep were also available. Suddenly, there was a pain on the inside of my right wrist, as if it was burnt.

Moire reaction? I suddenly awakened, and the reaction didn't appear for too long. However, in the past doomsday illusion, it is still very frequent, and only appears when two Mageweave messengers appear at the same time. Therefore, some people will use this method to confirm whether there are people ambushing in the surrounding environment, but since there is a reaction, there will of course be a method of shielding. It doesn't always work, but when it works, it's always correct.

Not to mention, there should be no Mageweave messengers other than me in this world, I just ca n’t figure out why the Mageweave messengers appear at this time? Now, at this time, place and people, is there anything that must be relied on to attack? Or, is there anything that must be achieved in this way?

The shadow of the ground turned into bitumen and pus, and then swelled again, and each bubble swelled to a meter in diameter, as rough as a tumor, which was annoying. Everyone could not avoid it. Several people ’s feet were directly engulfed in the goal, and then these people screamed. When they were dragged away by the people next to them, the legs and feet that were trapped inside the bubble were gone. The blood was dripping and it was terrifying. The wounded body twitched in pain. Although there is no shortage of people who know how to bandage urgently, they can only barely stop bleeding because there is no suitable tool.

"What's going on? Who can tell me? What the **** happened? What the **** is this?" Someone yelled in horror, but was quickly scolded by someone to "shut up" and he wanted to yell about something The mouth was covered with force.

"What about the seminar people? We need to explain!" Someone said.

"I think that what we need is not explanation, but salvation." The other person's voice sneered.

Someone kicked the room, took debris such as brooms and trash cans, and hit the shadow tumors hard, but the result was only in and out. And the man with the broom inserted was a stagger, and almost the whole person was about to fall into it. He shouted in horror: "Something in it is pulling me!"

Although I also want to help, but the available attacks are similar to them, I think, the utility is not necessarily more obvious than them. There is no doubt that this kind of thing is absolutely abnormal, and the longer it exists, the worse it will be.

"Gao Chuan, I remember you still have a few bottles of antidote? The ones Ms. Ruan had originally prepared ... Although it was a little dangerous, but I think it might be necessary." The fortune teller said. She mentioned that it was the paradise sample, only that, when Ms. Ruan was accidentally formulated, it was a drug that existed as a "drug test", and its strong medicinal properties were not suitable for others. These medicines are formulated with the special medicines I usually take. The use of ordinary people will inevitably leave sequelae. The more casually used, the consequences will of course be worse.

However, the situation in front of us made everyone feel a little heavy and felt that it might be necessary to take it.

"Yes, I will use it at my discretion." I hesitated, and finally did not hide the fact that the "paradise" was put on my body, "but, it can only be used by me."

"Okay, that's your medicine." The fitness instructor answered very happily, and Mitsui Tsukazu twitched his lips a few times without saying anything against it.

In the front, a group of people with indignation and fear tried various methods to destroy these shadow tumors, but they were completely ineffective. Then again, these shadow tumors have a sensation of familiarity. I seem to have seen something similar recently. Is it a nightmare in Las Vegas? Smoky face? No, I suddenly remembered it, and, when I remembered it, I thought why I did n’t think about it in the first place. These shadow tumors are just like the ones I found when I first discovered the nightmare Las Vegas. Something. After that, I cleared a lot of that thing, but still didn't figure out what it was. When more and more electronic demon messengers enter the nightmare Las Vegas, their number has decreased significantly. I have guessed that it may be related to the "ghost image" of the electronic demon messenger, or it may be related to the "black smoke face" in the 51st area, and if it is related to the 51st area, then it may be the doomsday truth. Do the hands and feet in the middle. But no matter which guess ~ www.readwn.com ~ has no actual evidence.

I'm not sure. The shadow tumor I see now has anything to do with the nightmare Las Vegas, but even if it does, it's not surprising. However, in response, still very tested luck. Moreover, according to the reaction of Mageweave, there is a Mageweave messenger hidden in this place, and this person may also be the manipulator behind the scenes. I'm not sure if this Mageweave messenger has noticed my existence or knows me. It stands to reason that this person is very likely to be an invader of the Doomsday Illusion, but it cannot be considered that the Mageweave Messenger cannot evolve on its own in this repeater world.

"So, what should I do now?" The fortune-teller asked in an extremely calm voice after all the previous attempts of the people had failed.

"It's impossible to escape. Now, the activity space seems to be only two floors." The fitness coach said: "If you fight, you can't form effective damage. You can't understand what it is. Even if it is Illusion, I do n’t want to experience the guy ’s end in person. ”Following her gaze, we saw people who had broken their feet before, still moaning, bandaged wounds, and blood oozing constantly, if not hurry If you send it for treatment, you will probably die from bleeding too much. (To be continued ...)

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