Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

162 Tianmen Project

Why did Marceau open the obviously strange incubator? Her expression and movements at that time were very strange, as if she was possessed by something. (

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To be honest, I am very worried about her. She is the kind of woman who can make anyone feel good about her, and more importantly, she is the only person I meet in a dream. What are the differences between her and me compared to other people? So that only we entered the dream?

Fortunately, I know her name and appearance, she can be found through various channels, and she must be found.

Not only Marceau, I also remember the appearance of the female ghost, girl and boy. Those graffiti also remember clearly.

I do n’t want to think about Marceau ’s end. I would rather think that she wakes up like me, but there is a voice constantly reminding myself that if she is in misfortune, it will allow us to get more information. It's like dealing with criminals who are extremely fierce and evil. If the other party is smart enough and closes quickly, it will be hard to catch. But if he continues to commit crimes, clues will follow, until the truth is revealed.

We hope to stop the other party before the tragedy occurs, but the reality is that if the other party does not cause the tragedy, we cannot catch him.

I pulled my arm out of Fu Jiang's breast and rested it on my head. Before dawn, take a good rest.

I don't know how long I have slept, it seems that a few minutes have passed since my eyes were closed. Without Ranwen Fiction Net dreaming, you can feel that if your consciousness drifts arbitrarily, occasionally you can feel the movement of people around you, and you want to open your eyes, but your eyelids are very heavy, and your head and body can't rotate , As if the soul were imprisoned in a sturdy cage.

Although I feel that if I calm down, I can sleep deeply, but inexplicably I have a sense of fear, as if once I fall into the depths of darkness, I can never wake up. Therefore, I struggled desperately. When a ray of light made my eyes white, and the sound of the clock came into my ears, I suddenly broke free of the imprisonment, and suddenly opened my eyes.

I felt so sleepy. I stared at the ceiling for a while before feeling better. I try to move my body, my neck and spine look like rusty gears.

The door was pushed open, the sound of footsteps approached, and Fu Jiang's face entered the view of the ceiling. She looked down at me, slightly lowered her eyes, and she could see her deep cleavage exposed by bending down. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were somehow tied up, and the sunlight shed the silhouette of her with a golden light, full of vitality and vigor. Then I realized that it was already morning.

"Are you having nightmares again?" Fu Jiang kissed my forehead. "Breakfast is ready. Go wash your face. Your face is not so good."

"You did it?" I was still a little dazed.

"Saki Ye did it, the appearance is pretty good."

Yesterday's memories came out of the brain, suddenly dimmed the feeling of drowsiness, and that strange dream. I tried hard to think back, and I felt that my thoughts I had sorted out that night had become somewhat fragmented. It's like sunlight not only dilutes the haze, but also disperses dark memories and thoughts. Maybe I should take notes in paper, but I am too tired.

"I had that dream again." I said.

Fu Jiang didn't speak with Ranwen Fiction Net, but just looked sideways at me with bright eyes. She knew what dream I meant.

"I met a woman named Marceau." I wonder if I want to tell her or tell me, "I want to save her, but it may have failed."

If you change to someone else, you might be comforted by saying that it is just a dream, but I know that it is not just a dream.

"Possibly?" Fu Jiang just said to me: "Failure is not possible. If you are not sure, then I think, you will see her again."

"Well, I hope so." I was in a better mood with her explanation. Sitting up with her help, I felt a little backache.

"What kind of woman is she?" Fu Jiang said.

"Psychological therapist, senior woman." I thought of Marceau's self-introduction, unconsciously touching his chest, but unlike in a dream, she didn't have any clothes, and of course she didn't give them The business card, not even Irene's picture. I remember that Irene ’s photo was in the hands of the optician, and no matter how I recalled it, I could n’t remember the content on the business card. Ah, this is the reality. I deeply feel the martial arts, the Holy King, the sacred king, the night kills the **** seal, the throne, and the strongest abandonment of the young Zhou Dynasty. Move the heaven and earth to kill the gods and seals the throne in the night and ask the devil to prosperously the nineth heaven, the strongest to abandon the young Dazhou royal family Between the night and the night, there is a bottomless cliff, standing at this end and looking at that end, what you see is covered in a white mist.

"Female? My skills are much better than that of female." Fu Jiang smirked and put his head down between my legs.

My spirit is a bit gloomy, but my body reacts sensitively. The comfortable feeling was like a current running along the nerves, and only one minute passed after the battle. She swallowed the turbid liquid into her stomach gently, and licked her tongue with unpretentious meaning. As she said, my body seemed to be unloaded, and my head became sober under the impact of pleasure.

"Look, isn't this better?" Fu Jiang pulled me up.

When I went down to the living room, Miyaki was taking off her apron. The breakfast on the dinner table was no different from what I did on weekdays. Butter bread, milk, and omelette, look steaming, and only these things are in this country. It was novel earlier, but this time I missed some domestic dishes.

"Good morning, Achuan." Sakuya heard the movement and turned to greet me. She looks good. It seems that the embarrassment of last night has been wiped out. There is no reluctance on her face, just like when I lived with me in the **** market. Although they didn't deal with Fu Jiang last night, the tit-for-tat feeling is much weaker now. She put on jeans today, her legs appeared more slender and powerful, her upper body was still a white shirt, but she tied her hem.

After washing, I put on the glasses I bought yesterday and looked at the mirror. Feeling a little longer, she asked Saki Ye for a rubber band and slackened her back. Somehow, the face in the mirror is sometimes distorted and becomes deeply contoured, as pale as a patient, but completely normal after blinking. The first time I saw that face, I was taken aback, but gradually got used to it.

Whose face is that? But it must not be my face. None of the people I've seen have the same appearance as the literary novels. I don't know if it is because of my mental weakness that I have hallucinations, or there is some kind of power to remind me.

"Listen to A Jiang, do you often have nightmares recently?" Sakuya asked while tearing the bread. She used a nickname for Fu Jiang, and she seemed really uncomfortable. I couldn't help being relieved.

"Well, it should be related to this mission." I said.

"Have you finished your report?"

She reminded me so much. There were too many things happening yesterday, and I haven't had time to sort out the report yet. However, if the dream about the mental hospital is very frequent, no effort can be made to make a report. I am a little worried that Jung will be angry. His attitude is tepid, but he is a cautious and conscientious person. He will never allow the players to let it go, especially the guy who is procrastinating.

"Don't worry, I've already done it. Anyway, we are partners and we won't be gossiped together." Fu Jiang said carelessly on the other side.

Listening to her say this, I finally feel relieved. Fu Jiang is a master of speculation. She said that Jung would not be held accountable. That should be the case. But what I experienced is a bit unbelievable. After explaining it at the meeting, other people should also understand, maybe they will be excited. From the perspective of a third party, it is indeed an interesting and significant experience.

On the way to the villa, I re-screened and put together those fragmented memories in my notebook. As a student in the past, I was sometimes complacent because I had more knowledge than others, but after coming out of the illusion of doomsday, I felt that my knowledge was too poor. Weapon applications, tactical strategies, psychoanalysis, and intelligence screening that are frequently used are not systematically studied by Ranwen.com. Foreign languages ​​are also so-so and can only be used for ordinary daily conversations. Now I feel that I lack some talent for painting.

I wanted to draw the characters and graffiti in my head, but I only tore out the outline and tore it off. I do n’t want people to see these things that children ’s graffiti is not as good as. When I stuffed the crumpled manuscript paper into my pocket, Saki Ye stared straight ahead with a weird expression on her face. I thought she must have seen it, which made her very embarrassed. Although I had a sketch class in elementary school, I was only in the middle class in the class at the time, and I was not interested, so those skills have long been left.

So there are only a few lines left in the notebook:

--reality--

Irene @Mar Jones: The person involved in the fire in the mental hospital.

Marseille: Irene ’s son, who left the town after his parents died, is said to have seen his mother Irene, suspecting that she was not dead, and returned to the town.

Owner of the optical shop: the fire rescuer of the psychiatric hospital fire, Ai Erin, the witness of Ai Lin's death. @ 玛尔琼斯

Engels: Sergeant, suspected to be insider of the fire in the psychiatric hospital, and tried to cover up the evidence, may have an underground transaction with the murderer.

——Dream——

Mental hospital: The cause is unknown, and the time is suspected to be the night before the fire. The outer hall is a church dedicated to the Virgin Mary. Inside is a sick building, and human experiments may be in progress. There are graffiti in rooms 107 and 113. The house number is removed and the house number is engraved with a sharp weapon. A monster will be born inside. It is speculated that the monster is related to the encounter and subconscious of the room owner at that time.

Girl: The details are unknown. It is suspected that the patient in the psychiatric hospital or the relative of the patient may have died in the fire of ten years ago, and most of them appeared in and around the graffiti room.

Boy: The details are unknown. The graffiti room monster appeared after birth, and then escaped from the dream.

Marceau: Another person who entered the dream. The details are unknown. It may be in the town, but it is not a townsman. The life and death are currently unknown.

Face bug: It is suspected that the monster was born in room 107 of the patient's room. The party saw the shape of the bug, the belly pattern is like a human face, similar to the portrait in the graffiti of the gate, and the third person saw the flame. Feeling burned after being preyed.

Female ghost: Grimace, a monster born in room 113 of the operating room. The facial features are similar to the people in the graffiti on the wall. It is suspected that the patient was subjected to human experiments and has a brain problem. Screaming will generate shock waves, and bear it in the front will cause the body to decompose.

The words missing and burned are circled. Although in the previous analysis of criminal files, all death methods were to cover the disappearance, but since there was a fire in the past, the mental hospital in the dream also emphasizes burning, and the flame is likely to be the criminal label of the murderer. Confused with other ways of death.

Although I can write more details, but the car has arrived at the villa. We just got on the second floor and happened to see Jung coming out of his office. He looked over and, as usual, greeted with a calm expression and sound.

"You guys are really late."

"My condition is not very good." I said.

"It can be seen. What happened?" Jung asked keenly.

"Yes, I said, I had a dream, and I did it again last night."

"It doesn't seem like an ordinary dream."

"Yes, I think it is necessary to include this dream in the scope of analysis." I handed him the notebook.

Jung took it, kept walking, and scanned it before entering the meeting room. He stood at the door and returned the notebook to me, a cautious look on his face.

"You have to analyze it at the meeting, is it okay?"

"no problem."

We opened the door and walked in. Everyone else had arrived. The meeting room was as lively as yesterday, and as yesterday, it became quiet immediately after Jung entered. Everyone knows that the work of this day has begun. At this time, a report file was placed at the location of everyone on the conference table, and the four of us who finally came in also distributed their report files to others.

"According to yesterday's team allocation, the team leader will report, and the rest of the team can make supplements." Jung said quietly, then opened one of them: "Locke, you come first."

"Okay." Locke turned the ink pen in his hand and clamped it to his ear. Without looking at his report, he directly talked about their experience. I learned at this time that the name of the apartment on the top of the mountain was called "psychiatric hospital". According to the salesperson, although the name is unlucky, but combined with the history of the town, it has a unique charm. After all, their customers are curious, grotesque and exciting people.

"That is to say, this name is a bait." Locke described, "However, I think that fishing is not just for ordinary guests, and maybe it has other meanings. Many years ago, the legendary wizard saw the name incomparably. Importantly, they think the name is full of mysterious supernatural powers. "

"Yes, the wizard thinks that if his name is known by other wizards, his life will be controlled by the other party." Bach interjected: "Although it looks like a myth, in modern scientific research, the name also has Extraordinary significance. It represents the characteristics and heritage. Once the name is lost, the role of existence will be blurred, and gradually lose its maintenance. I think, will the apartment preserve some of the legacy of the mental hospital? And these Legacy must work under a directional name, such as the psychological and spiritual research results similar to religion.

Yesterday afternoon, BT asked me to check a person's name, and I found something interesting. "

As Bach said, he got up and fiddled with the slide projector, as if he could not wait to show off the newly discovered child. Soon, a bust of a woman was projected. The kind of arrogant and indifferent look, and the clothing full of aristocratic atmosphere, it is not who else Irene @ 玛尔琼斯.

"This lady is named Irene @ Mar Jones, and was one of the victims of the fire that year. Her husband is Munch @ 维特, and her son is Marseille @ 维特. Irene was born in a long-established family with a knighthood in his ancestors But by the time Irene's generation had been cancelled, and only her descendant remained, it was a rare person.

Irene was confirmed to have a mental illness in her early years. After marrying Munch, she moved to the town to convalesce and gave birth to her son Marseille. It was the original owner of the Peak Mental Hospital, Mr. Sent. Interestingly, Sint and Munch are good friends. They attended the same university, and their tutors are also the same. They also have doctorate degrees in psychology, sociology, and medicine. 'Tianmen' top secret research project. "

"Tianmen?" Jung frowned, "Where did I seem to have heard of it."

"This is a confidential study supported by multiple legal religions and not published by Ranwen.com. They tried to explore the secrets of the soul through human subconsciousness, collective consciousness, and the illusion of death. Research results. "

"Missing body? Is it referring to the soul?" Dada asked.

Most of the people present here have a puzzled expression ~ www.readwn.com ~ I have recently read a lot of myths, grotesques, spirituality, and consciousness books, so I know about the definition of the missing body.

"The so-called missing body is split from a mother body with soul life, and does not have the self-conscious existence of similar avatars. There may be more than one mother body, and it may have self-consciousness. The generation of the missing body is often because the mother body has a strong The desire is not completed by Ranwen Fiction Net, and part of the consciousness is scattered to form the body of thought. "So I explained:" So, instead of thinking that the body is the soul, it is better to say that it is the residue of human consciousness, and it is probably a certain The strongest mixture of emotions and desires. The only thing it has in common with the soul is that it can exist independently of the body. "

"It does sound more theoretical than the soul. Has the missing body been determined to be real?" Jung asked calmly.

"No, like the soul, it is a type that believes to exist but does not have evidence to prove that it really exists." Bach said: "Although 'Tianmen' claimed to have discovered the missing body, it was unable to find evidence. And after that, no I know what the reason is, the research was stopped, and all the files were also sealed. I hacked into the relevant database, but there is no relevant information left in Ranwen Fiction Net. "

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