Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

176 hypothetical heroes

I opened my eyes and the top wall of the room squeezed into the field of vision in the dim light.

(Reading Net) The soft bed, the unpleasant smell remaining after love, those familiar shapes, colors and smells are proclaiming the end of the dream. The impression in the dream is so deep that the feeling of being burned has not faded with the awakening.

"Get out." The boy's voice seemed to wrap around his ears.

I don't want to think, for fear that thinking will dilute the memory in my dream. I crawled up and left Fu Jiang's warm embrace. She slept peacefully, and her breathing was weak and gentle. I was afraid that I would wake her, and I crept into the bed lightly, and pulled her a thin blanket. Through the faint night light, I saw the direction clearly and walked out of the room.

When passing Sakuya's bedroom, I gently opened the door a little gap, through the gap to confirm her sleeping appearance. She was lying in the blanket holding the rag doll like she used to. Every time I see her sleeping peacefully, I can always be comforted. The hardships and choices I have experienced in the past have paid off.

I went downstairs to the living room, the second hand ticked away, I rubbed my face vigorously, drove off sleepy bugs, opened the refrigerator and took out a can of beer. I turned on the desk lamp by the sofa, took the notebook and pen, and wrote down what happened in my dream. Dreaming about the same scene over and over again, the memories that once became fragments gradually joined together. The expansion of the dream world, those weird sights and graffiti, monsters, children, and inferences based on known intelligence, all flowed out of the mind, along the fingers and the tip of the pen, solidified line by line in the notebook.

I wrote it as a legendary and magical autobiography, repaired the skeleton, filled with flesh and blood. At this time, I forgot the time, and I could n’t see anything other than lights, writing, paper, and ink pens. I think I am finishing a great job myself, because this job will save Marceau's life.

In this world, the occurrence of every event has its core, and so must this dream. Now I feel like I have found this core. Recall my experience in these three dreams, it is enough regularity, but it is this regularity that makes me ignore some things. Those thrilling encounters with Marceau obscured my vision. The monsters that appear in dreams are not unimportant, but they are not as important as I originally thought of Ranwen.com. They are just the scum of the sacrificial ceremony. This dream does not revolve around them.

Re-examining the entire incident, you will notice that the monsters that seem to be closely related to the incident are just victims. Perhaps their behavior will bring disaster to Me and Me in the dream, but their essence as victims has not changed from the beginning. If the suspect cannot be established, the reverse search for the murderer from the victim is a last resort. However, monsters are not the only ones in the dream. Put aside the unimportant mystery, the key points will emerge naturally.

I now classify the life that appears in the dream. No matter what they look like now, according to the principles of the Tianmen Project, it is essentially a kind of twisted reflection of the human spirit. Therefore, they can be divided into three circles according to their attributes.

Assuming that Marceau and I are third parties and the monster is the victim, then in the dream, there are only the hide-and-seek girl, the pale man ’s face that suddenly appeared on the glass window, and the ghostly boy.

It is undeniable that these three are also possible victims, but in this way, a question will arise, who is the murderer? The actions of Marceau and I released the monster, which can be seen as a connection between the third party and the victim. However, if there are only third parties and victims, the incident will not have the core of Ranwen Novels Network, and the dream will be meaningless.

Obviously, dreams, as part of the Tianmen Project, are not without meaning. The appearance of Marceau and I was not accidental, and the release of the monster was not accidental. They were all necessary steps to complete the sacrifice. Then, there must be another party, forming a stable triangle with the third party and the victim, and that is the murderer.

In this dream, the appearance of each character is meaningful. Pale men's faces, girls and boys, at least one of whom played the role of the murderer.

On the basis of this inference, recalling the scene, posture and time of these three people again, you will find that there is also a certain pattern hidden in them.

Girls always appear at the beginning, boys always appear at the end, and the pale man's face runs through it. As I said before, the girl ’s language and behavior are more like a kind of guidance. At the beginning, it made me a third-party person and a monster. The meaning of the pale man ’s face is not very clear, but it also seems to mean a sign. , And when the boy appears, it will expel me from the dream.

These three have never appeared at the same time. The girl is always hiding something. The boy seems to be looking for something. The pale face seems to be watching.

In this way, these three also constitute a triangular relationship.

The girl said that she was hiding, and the people she evaded made trouble with her, making her room a mess, but the person who wanted to catch her would never catch her, and she had to complain to other people, and teach each other hard. pause. And the result of her behavior was that I released two monsters.

When I was attacked by these two monsters, the boy appeared and drove me out of my dream. In the previous dream, the worms and monsters were hidden in the boy's shadow, and when attacking me, they did nothing against him.

Since these three constitute a triangular relationship, there must be a direct relationship between the girl and the boy, and it is obviously a direct confrontation. According to what she once said, it can be concluded that the boy was the one who sought her, interfered with her behavior, and made her room a mess.

The girl guided me to open the graffiti room to release the monsters, that is, the victims, and these victims were eventually controlled by the boy and expelled me. At first glance, these actions seem to show that girls are acting as rescuers and guides, while boys are acting as oppressors and defenders. However, it cannot be determined that the boy is the murderer.

Because at this time, the attributes of the victims have changed, and their release is likely to represent the beginning of the sacrifice. In other words, I personally think that the essence is the release of the injured monsters, which is a key step for the Tianmen project to enter the sacrificial stage again after a lapse of ten years.

In this case, the positions of girls and boys are reversed. Under the guidance of the girl, the behavior of Marceau and I started the sacrifice, and the behavior of the boy was more like trying to stop the sacrifice.

The pale face looks only to be observed, and does not act as a neutral character. However, the one that Marceau and I encountered turned into a human figure monster in the heart of human beings, and it didn't seem to be a graffiti room monster. As a result, the two are very similar in some ways.

If the principal of the deformed monster is a pale face, then the act of trying to kill me and Marceau is naturally the will of the pale face.

If the actions of each character in the dream are meaningful, what is the purpose of the action of the pale face?

After these screenings, the possibility that the boy is the culprit is minimized, and it can even be said that the boy is a companion who resists the sacrifice.

Returning to the actual psychiatric hospital fire, Thomas said that the people who initially resisted the sacrifice were the victims of Engels and the mentally ill boy Sauron.

Since the dream is likely to be the reflection of reality in the past, it is easy to draw a conclusion from the comparison between the two compartments: the boy in the dream is the reflection of Sauron in the past, or, according to the principles of the Tianmen plan, it is his body of thought.

Ten years ago, the key figures who died in the Tianmen planned destruction operations were: Irene, Munch, Stern, and Sauron.

If we say that pale faces, girls and boys correspond to the key figures who died in the sacrificial sabotage ten years ago. So, the boy corresponds to Sauron, and the girl corresponds to the pale face?

Among them, only Irene is a female, and the girl does not look like Irene, but the image of a woman before and after adulthood will change drastically, so you ca n’t deny the possibility that she is Irene ’s miss body .

So, is the pale face Munch or Sent? According to that morbid appearance, I am more inclined to Munch, because in the known information, Munch ’s death was sudden, and it was earlier than Irene who was confirmed to be terminally ill. Perhaps the Tianmen project was carried out in the city that year. At that time, he was also terminally ill, and was more serious than Irene, plus the labor of the second Tianmen project, which was very consistent with that pale face.

I stopped the pen, walked to the window with the beer, opened the curtain and looked into the distance. The sky that is in contact with the lake has turned white, and the dark night is about to end.

While I was drinking beer, I let my tumbling thoughts roll in my head. Recalling the earth-shaking changes that have occurred around me in less than sixty days. The memories of the little Maotou who used to be 16 or 7 always felt like a long time ago.

Just like the knowledge of summer, a reincarnation passed in a blink of an eye.

I know that there are no static things in the world, but the rapid metamorphosis of myself makes me feel that many things around me will always look like that. The evidence is that the nostalgic sense of sight is increasing. Many of the impressions left in my mind have become blurred. Sometimes I suspect that I am suffering from amnesia, but some people have become more and more profound, more and more vivid, every ten years, every The expression, every sentence, is played back in front of the eyes and ears.

Morino, Shirai, Sakuya, Eight Views ... and Jiang.

Fu Jiang's body is of course hot, but it can't make me forget how she used to be. I like the act of oppressing the left eyeball, because whenever I press it and release it, I will see Jiang's phantom. Maybe it was Zhenjiang, maybe Zuojiang, maybe Fujiang. They were like ghosts, detached from their bodies, time, and space, and stared at me from a corner. Whenever I look in the mirror and stare at the left eye in a trance, I sometimes have the illusion that they are standing behind.

Ah, now I see it too, and she is standing behind me in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Is it Zhenjiang? The blank, neurotic, and unpredictable eyes.

I heard her calling me: Achuan, Achuan ...

"Achuan."

I looked back in shock, and found that it wasn't Zhenjiang that stood there, but Sakuya. She seemed to have just woken up, wearing pajamas on her body, uncombed her hair, rubbing her eyes, and staring at me suspiciously. I just noticed that, unconsciously, it was already dawn.

I pulled open the curtains vigorously, and the morning light suddenly flooded the living room, and the light of the desk lamp seemed dim and dark.

"Achuan, what are you doing?" Sakuya asked. She walked over to the sofa and turned off the lamp, staring at the cigarette **** in the ashtray and frowned. "Have you not slept all night?"

"Sleep and wake up at five o'clock." I walked over and closed the notebook.

"There are so many people in the team, why are you so busy?"

"I woke up at this time before." I smiled and comforted her. "Did you not see me at my house?"

Miyaki didn't speak at Ranranfiction.com, staring at me with a pity and sadness. Why did she show such eyes? I don't understand at all. I do n’t think I have anything to be pitiful. On the other hand, I may have used the same eyes to see others, but it ’s the first time I have been seen by others.

"I know, Achuan always wanted to be a hero." Sakuya took a deep breath, turned her eyes away, and said softly, "Achuan, are you happy that you saved me?"

"Of course, why do you ask so?" I was puzzled, and felt that she was a little different today.

"Nothing ..." She shook her head and looked at me again, "Achuan has always been a top student."

"Yeah, I actually don't want to be a top student."

"Achuan, tell me, is there any difference between top students and heroes?"

"Of course." I replied verbally, but when I wanted to explain, I found that I couldn't say a single reason.

Are there any differences between top students and heroes?

"The top student Achuan, in my opinion, is the most powerful hero in the world." Miyaki showed a bright smile. "So, one day, I finally understood that everything that happened was Achuan's wish. "

"What are you talking about?" Sakuya said without a head, making me feel like I was a fool overnight.

"Although many people have died, more people will die in misery ... But since Achuan's wish, there is no way."

"What's wrong? Saya, why did you say such things suddenly? Yes, the situation is not so good now, the end is coming, maybe I can't stop it at all, but I will work hard. I may not be able to protect everyone, but I will always protect you. "I said seriously, I never doubted my determination.

"Well, come on, Achuan." Saki Ye was standing there with her hands on her back, as if she were an elf, as if disappearing with little attention. Her expression seemed to unravel her heart, make a certain determination, and make an important choice. She smiled so relieved, "I like Achuan better than anyone in this world, so if It ’s Achuan ’s wish, then it ’s okay for the end of the world, there are a lot of people dying and there is no relationship with Ranwen.com. "

Her statement is like saying that the end of the world came and many people died because of my wish to be a hero. This is really unreasonable. I was still wearing crotch pants when the end of the world was destined to happen. What's more, this world will not turn because of a person's will.

However, until Miyuki's figure disappeared into the kitchen, there was a hypothesis that took root and germinated in my mind uncontrollably.

Without the end of the world, I would only be an excellent student. When I grow up, I will become a dynamics expert for everyone, so I wo n’t meet Jiang. Shirai will also pass by.

But in that case, Jiang may be an ordinary girl who can grow up in an ordinary family, and live and grow old happily. Miyaki may make more friends and become a real Miss Qianjin. Have a happy marriage. Morino and Shirai will also become couples after a period of hard work, and grow old together.

All those who lose their happiness because of the end of the day can get happiness. Although this is an ideal fantasy, it is not without the possibility of Ranwen.com.

If it is such a happy ending, can I give up everything I have now?

Everyone is happy, only I lose Jiang, lose Misaki, and lose those memories, existence, and emotions. Is that okay?

Will I be happy in such a peaceful and beautiful world?

This kind of thinking made me suddenly very painful, and made me stare at Venus, dizzy, and seemed to see myself in that world, a very different and compassionate Gao Chuan in that world.

Not a top student, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not even an ordinary child with sound limbs. He is lying alone in a bed and undergoes painful mental diagnosis and chemotherapy every day.

If the end of the world does not come to Ranwen Fiction Net, everyone will be happy, and they will become unfortunate. Can you bear this kind of ending? However, for the happiness of others and facing their own misfortune, this is the hero, isn't it?

Hello, Gao Chuan, do you really want to be a hero?

Hello, Gao Chuan, what do you think is a hero?

Hello, Gaochuan, do you like the end?

Hello, Gaochuan, are you looking forward to the end?

In a trance, a voice sounded in my mind.

Shut up, shut your mouth and roll away, let me roll away. I yelled in my heart, the pain from the depths of my brain almost made me lose the strength to stand. I don't want to go on like this. This assumption doesn't make any sense at all. Only lunatics think like this. But Misaki's words made this thought hover in his mind.