Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

"Jiang" is awakening. ┢╪┝═┝┠┡. [<.

I cannot directly watch this awakening with an intuitive impression such as vision, but the changes in despair and fear outline its activities in my mind. What does it look like? Indescribable, even in my imagination, there is no specific shape. It seems to be in my heart, in my body and soul, but it can't describe the specific position. It seems to be the deepest part of the concept of "self", like an abyss at the bottom of the deep sea, where it is dark and cold I do n’t know how deep down, it flicked a little, did n’t wake up immediately, like being in a half-dream half-wake because of the noise, turning over, inertially driving the body-I think it may be a tentacle, I ca n’t Imagine that it will look like a human figure, because its horror can no longer be accommodated by a "human figure"-for it, this tentacle is also a trivial thing, but it is completely out of the load of where I am.

The "door" stands, filled with endless gray, as if this ideological world with no visible things besides me, the door, and the alienated Youjiang's distorted humanity, is like a broken mirror. Listen with your ears, as if it were the sound of cracking resounding in your mind. I could n’t see the crack, but all the movement stopped. The twisted tide of the alienated Youjiang that rushed towards me solidified in a posture that was about to fall, but suddenly, I saw a touch of red from the space. Some bloom.

Before I was able to blink, this fabulous red stained everything that could be observed.

No matter the gloomy horizon, the door, or me, or the distorted tide of humanity in Youjiang, there is nothing that can resist the erosion of this strange red. All I can watch, whether it is other things or myself, and even the imaginary things that I describe with unstoppable thoughts, are unavoidably red.

Just as the "thinking lock" of alienated Youjiang will erode the thinking and imagination of the target, the red brought by the stupidity of "Jiang" is also full of mysterious coercion. I can't imagine any color except "red" in my imagination. The concept and words of "red" are like chunks of heavy, huge, and cold metal, solid or liquid. Confused together, rushing in a river called "thinking". Soon, the normal water of this river was squeezed out, and only the torrent of these solid-liquid mixtures remained.

The distorted tide of alienated Youjiang began to collapse, just as it solidified. It gives me a feeling of "changing from fluid to solid". The collapse at this moment makes the feeling of "solid" stronger, and I have to attach "dryness" and "pale" "It's like all the water has been sucked away, it is changing from soil to sand". ┞┢═┝┟. {. When it collapsed piece by piece, to the end, it had collapsed like a pile of sand.

I seem to hear the clatter of La La La, but in fact in this ideological world, from beginning to end. No matter what kind of exercise, there is no "sound" in the normal sense.

A soft and gentle feeling came from my palm. This was the first time I felt in this dark and cold world of ideology. My hand was always on the "door" when "Jiang" was awake, but this soft and gentle feeling was not the touch that these "doors" brought to me before. I failed to turn my head to confirm the first time, because my body was still stiff. Although I felt it, it was like in an endless red. The slightly reddish color reveals that it is impossible to divert attention to this little difference.

Perhaps it is because my thinking, imagination and sensibility are being taken away by Jiang. Just as it dissipated from Alienated Youjiang, the extreme sense of attention made it difficult for her to look away from her and face everything caused by "Jiang", even if she didn't actually see it in the true sense, And even imagination is very scarce. Its proper form cannot be described correctly, but even in terms of "existence" and "attractive degree", the alienated Youjiang is far below the "Jiang" presented at this time.

What the alienated Youjiang owned, "Jiang" all owned, and everything is above the level of alienated Youjiang. If the alienated Youjiang is a monster, then "Jiang" is the monster among the monsters. No, perhaps "monster" cannot describe its existence. Anything that brings shock to people beyond their own imagination, regardless of whether their posture is malicious or well-intentioned, will be filled with a weight that people cannot bear.

"Jiang" is so heavy, even if it is so "evil". I used to try to distinguish "Jiang" from "Virus". This idea has not changed so far. However, every time I feel "Jiang", I seem to make myself closer to it and make me feel it more Non-human malice in the body. It can only be described by "evil". All despair and terror come from this "evil", and the human nature I have experienced from the human form Jiang seems to have been born from this "evil" In general.

"Virus" is a more mysterious and cruel thing, just like inorganic movement, there is no outline that can be observed and imagined, it has always existed in a simple and cruel way of existence, in the association of the extension of various diseases-"virus "Is a vocabulary. Researchers use the concept of" virus "to try to describe the existence of the doomsday syndrome more intuitively and visually. ┞.

Horror, despair, coldness, and eerie maliciousness seemed to creep through my skin and blood vessels. I think it is always asleep, but even so, I can feel the gaze that it gazes at in a certain moment of sleep, in an unspeakable illusion, in a sudden explosion crisis, .

The heavyness it brought to me is certainly beyond everyone's imagination. But even so, I can still claim to love this thing, and this thing also loves me. Many times, I am also puzzled about this. Why did I determine this "love"? The "love" I feel must be different from the "love" in the ordinary sense, but what is the difference?

My first love in the ordinary sense and my first deep love in the most conscious sense were all placed on the humanoid and non-humanoid rivers. Before this love. Never experienced love in any sense. I know very well that this love is definitely not affectionate, unlike what has existed and depicted in normal human society. Any kind of emotion that has been criticized or praised with "love". Therefore, I can't compare how much my love for Jiang is different from other people's love for the opposite sex.

However, there must be a difference, and. It must be fundamentally different. Even as me, it is difficult for me to use common sense and reason to understand why, in such a desperate, terrifying and cold malice, the tongue licked by the malicious tongue licks the body, and the malicious eyes When staring at the soul, he can say so without hesitation that he loves this thing and is deeply loved by this thing.

Although I have psychological problems, I am not a fool.

However, even thinking has no answer. What's more, this "love" no matter what. It is already the force that supports me to continue to move forward, and is the basis of all the plans I have made today.

This love has indeed driven me countless times and saved me.

Just like now.

In my thinking, from the world of feeling and imagination, I chase this unusual love for "Jiang". As in the past, when I confirmed this "love" again, I suddenly "wake up" the next moment. It's like a big dream party waking up, but without any ignorance, those despair, terror and cold maliciousness. I don't know when it has faded. Although there are traces left, these traces will gradually fade away.

Is "Jiang" sleeping again? Under that untouchable abyss.

The soft and warm feeling from the palm of the door. At this moment it occupies the most striking position. Because in addition to this feeling, all other feelings have disappeared, except for me and the "gate", there is no other thing in this dark ideological world. Only, this soft and moist feeling. The vibrant agitation, the smooth touch, was so familiar, so familiar that I didn't want to turn my eyes to look at it.

Even so, if I want to leave here, I still have to go through this "door".

I pressed the disgusting sense of familiarity, turned my head, and finally saw the appearance of the "door"-it was originally made of inorganic materials, like stone, wood or metal, but it was alive at this time. Organic matter-the appearance of a gate made of a pile of creeping flesh and blood. I do n’t know where it came from. I do n’t know where the internal organs are. They are all bloodless flesh without skin. There is a nasty smell that people ca n’t smell but they can imagine directly.

Moreover, you can profoundly feel that these flesh and viscera are alive. They wriggled, agitated, and slipped out of place in a sticky manner. Even, one can't help but think that only the surging tide of twisting human form can bring such a large amount of flesh and organs. People can't help thinking, these things are part of those distorted human figures in Youjiang.

If it is an ordinary person, it might be so frightening to think, unable to move, and even fainting at this point is absolutely not surprising. However, besides feeling a little sick, I have no more feelings. Compared with the huge and unusual maliciousness of Jiang and the previous despair and horror, the guts of the internal organs in front of me are so small.

The door of flesh and blood was swallowing in the palm of my hand, and a force of suction was pulling me towards the inside, over the elbow, then the shoulder, and the foot had to stretch in. Half of the body was swallowed by it. I did n’t resist much, just the slippery and sticky creepy feeling, it was really unexcitable.

I didn't feel hurt, and, intuition told me that this was the last door. In other words, it wasn't originally, but it was the last door after being eroded by the power of Jiang.

I took a deep breath and squeezed the whole body into this door of flesh and blood.

The light in front of me was suddenly bright-in fact, it was not very bright, because the sky or the earth was a deep color, filled with gray fog, ashes, and the roaring wind can make people feel a desperate moment Crazy emotions grew from the bottom of my heart-I knew that I had completely walked away from consciousness and returned to the battlefield on the peninsula.

The observation image of the chain judgment recovered in my mind in an instant. I was holding a gun and passed by with Alienated Youjiang. I haven't had any more action, and the sniper bullet that tore the air in a whirlwind hit the left eye of Alienated Youjiang. Alienated Youjiang's body seemed to lose balance and fell in the opposite direction to me very quickly, but when I adjusted her position, she had already stabilized her heels.

This is the second time she has been hit.

She lowered her head and covered her face for a long time, unable to see the injury.

However, the chain decision has told me the result-it did hit, but unfortunately, it was invalid.

The fragments of the invisible high channel instantly spliced ​​the route to the rivet and the joint person, and I went away. In the observation of the chain judgment, Alienated Youjiang raised her head, revealing a happy and cruel smile, and the bullet was embedded in her left eye ~ www.readwn.com ~ However, at this time, it seems more people think that it is The unusual eyeball is slowly "vomiting" the bullet.

Yes, the bullet is facing outwards, and it spit out a little bit from the ripples, like tears.

Suddenly, in the observation of the chain judgment, the movement of the bullet became a straight line that was directed at the rivet and the joint. The bullet's degree could not be caught by the naked eye. It was as fast as expected. Although I set off a step earlier, it was still overtaken by this bullet in a flash. However, if it is just fast, I will never lose to anything.

The swept reference was transferred at the moment of being overtaken by the bullet. I grabbed the bullet again before the rivet and connector responded, grabbing them away from where they were.

No one but me in the field reacted to such a brief mutation. When I stopped, the focus of the sight of the rivets and joints remained at the moment of ambush.

However, half of the five minutes have passed. (To be continued.)

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