Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

184 Docking

The bus disappeared suddenly, as if it had never been there before, the guests were speechless with consternation and a sleepy and painful expression.

(Reading network) They fell on the ground, their waist bones were sore, they couldn't climb up for a while, the seats in the bus were more than one meter high from the ground, they were completely traumatized. I really don't know what exactly caused these people to realize that the bus and the driver looked wrong and still got on the bus.

The heavy rain fell for a long time, and the water on the ground merged into a stream flowing through the hands and feet of the people, making a murmured sound, and the electric snakes flashing in the sky made them pale and helpless s face. There was a kind of repression that silenced them. A middle-aged man cursed in a low voice, trying to stand up.

Fu Jiang and I stepped forward to pull Thomas from the ground.

"Are you all right?" I comforted.

"What do you say?" Thomas muttered. "Damn, it's so inexplicable, what is that thing?"

I know he is talking about the devil-like driver. But having said that, this is not the first time Thomas has seen a monster in a nightmare world. He should have gotten used to it.

"It is different from the monsters it encountered before." Thomas retorted: "For example, the difference between humans and animals."

I understand what he means. This is the first time I have seen this humanized non-human creature. However, although its appearance is not human, the essence may also be the reflection of someone's mental distortion. In the related research of psychology and dreams abroad, there are many cases that human psychology and mental state will affect my posture in dreams. Humans are not always the main body in dreams, and they are especially subject to strong negative emotions. When influenced, it often leads to hybridization and deformation of the figure.

As for what factors the twisted shape is related to, there has not been a unified statement so far. Perhaps the things, scenes, and pictures that I have ever seen that most resonate with my own negative emotions may even involve genetics.

This kind of psychological, emotional and subconscious resonance was excavated by the artist, which formed expressionist, abstract and surrealist art schools. In these schools, the subject is distorted to some extent, but the essence reflected is still human.

As a messenger, I have seen the so-called "demon", which does not mean a distorted human nature, but a life completely different from human beings. But demons in the spiritual world and demons in the real world cannot be generalized.

The problem is that even if someone's essence is distorted, let's not mention that human-like wisdom, the shape of this devil driver has completely eliminated human characteristics.

I rubbed my face in the cold rain, took off the rubber band that tied my hair, straightened my hair and then tied it back. The glasses are still worn. If in reality, the lens is bound to be blurred by such a heavy rain, but it is still very clear here. I have never taken the glasses off from Ranwen Novel Net, just to set a benchmark for distinguishing dreams from reality. This is the method I learned from a novel about stealing dreams. The protagonist in the book often goes in and out of dreams and reality. To avoid confusion between dreams and reality, he will use the top as a prop to distinguish the two. For him, The spinning top will never stop in a dream.

I ignored the others and just stared ahead. The bus parking location is only about 100 meters away from the destination. The huge silhouette of the mental hospital is looming in the mist. It seems that it is no different from the impression of the courtyard and house.

However, in the last nightmare, the psychiatric hospital was not as densely fogged as the literary novel network. Instead, the mountain road leading from the psychiatric hospital to the town was covered with mist, and all the sights were strange static scenes.

This time, the downpour and the gray mist filled the whole world, full of repressive sounds and movements. The mental hospital seemed like a landscape painting.

This world of nightmare and the world of last nightmare present a sense of reversal.

"Same as I thought." I said.

"What?" Thomas looked over in surprise.

"This is not the world where the sacrificial rites were created ten years ago." Fu Jiang explained: "Perhaps it was formed during the ten years after the Tianmen project restarted. The technology of these guys is indeed improving."

"You, you mean, after they failed, they didn't have any plans to continue that year, but rebuilt one?" Thomas was taken aback and stammered.

"It is unclear whether they have abandoned the original plan, but it is not the product of the original plan but it is certain."

According to our previous speculation, the enemy's original plan did not completely fail. In the nightmare world formed by the original plan, the power to stop the sacrificial rites is continuously decreasing, so our actions have always focused on the original plan's dominance. However, it is precisely because of the existence and feasibility of the original plan that we have ignored the possibility that the enemy will start a new battle based on the information and experience already obtained.

"Look, there seems to be someone there." Someone around called out.

In front of the entrance of the mental hospital, there are some shadows swaying back and forth, the color and the color of the fog are very similar, the movement is not big, like the fluttering, the shape of the hands and feet cannot be seen, and there is no shape of the human body Close to humans is that the height of these shadows looks similar to humans from afar. But here only me, Fu Jiang and Thomas think so, everyone else seems to believe that the other person is human.

"What are you doing silly? Let's go. I'm so sick of this ghost place," a man cried, but none of the people he watched corresponded to him. I believe that if he walked over first, no one would stop him, maybe someone else would keep up, but as a result, he was timid first, but he paced in situ and whispered that other people were gutsless.

The seemingly mother-child pair hugged each other tightly, separated from others alertly, and looked at the direction of the mental hospital from time to time. It's probably because the relatives are on the side. Although they can't understand the current situation, they are particularly strong.

Among the other three men, one crouched on the ground, not knowing what to think. The second frowned, holding tightly the briefcase in his hand. The last one is full of homosexuality in both action and tone. He is like a weak woman, sobbing beside a punk-dressed young woman, the two seem to be familiar.

"Damn, can't you take on a manly attitude?" The punk girl kicked him irritably, and the homosexuality rolled over the puddle without any resistance, but did not rebel, Continue to lie on the ground full of dirty water, curling up like a caterpillar, back to her.

No ranwen fiction netizen came to do business, the punk girl stared at the **** man for a while, and turned and walked towards us.

"Hello." She yelled here, and I glanced left and right, pointing at myself.

"Yes, it's you," she said.

"Is there anything?" I asked.

The punk girl wiped off the rain on her face, and she soon discovered that the makeup on her face had not been washed away, revealing an unexpected look, but she immediately gave up trying to figure out what was going on.

"Do you know where this is?" She stared at us boldly, "I know you know."

I couldn't find any bluff in her expression and tone, and I, Fu Jiang and Thomas glanced at each other.

"Why do you say that?" Thomas said, "I, like you, suddenly came to this place, and it is still somehow inexplicable."

"I didn't see you inexplicably." Her eyes were coated with a deep layer of black eyeshadow, and she looked very sharp. "You are much calmer than everyone else, and she looks good." She looked back and forth. A glance at us, "You are not relatives, but you are not like friends, and you don't have a professional relationship with Ranwen Fiction Network. Your age and temperament are too different. There are so many different places, but it seems familiar, so I Think, are you fellow travellers? You all know where this is, so you walk together. "

She is really a keen woman. Her first impression of her dress and behavior is a rude, unwise, avant-garde woman who does not learn inexperience. Unexpectedly, among so many men, she was the first to stand up and question us It's really beyond my expectations. In fact, we did n’t intentionally hide the truth, but even if it ’s useless, it ’s still the same thing. This punk girl looks very smart, but I dare not pack the ticket, thinking that she will believe this kind of thing. However, I am still willing to talk to her to understand what happened to them.

The shadows in the front didn't know what they were. They didn't come to count our luck. Before I was ready, I didn't want to take the initiative to provoke each other. Most of the people here have similar thoughts. Although they have already arrived at this place, they have no choice but to go forward, but they can delay for a while.

"Hello, my name is Crow." I reached out to her: "I think we do know what happened here."

"My name is Trinity." The punk girl did not shake hands with me, but just patted hard. "Okay, we are already familiar with it. Can you tell me what is going on here?"

Her voice was not too big or too small, and everyone around could hear it. Those people came up carefully, but tried to keep a distance from others, and they looked a little scared.

When I briefly explained the situation here, the men really looked at me with a strange look at the mentally ill. I think they did not forget what the bus driver said. Instead, the two women hesitated for a while, and seemed a bit convinced. When the men dispersed because of disappointment, the mother grabbed her son's hand and leaned up. Her son was about the age of me.

"Even if what you said is true, what should we do now?" She asked, paused, and told me her name was Jane.

"You don't know? Then why are you here?" I asked back: "Where did you come from? How did it appear here?"

"I don't know ... John and I are rowing on the lake." My mother said that John was her son, and she was a single mother. "It was foggy on the lake. We hurried back to the shore and found that we were all gone.

"Are you also at the pier?" Punk girl Trinitti interjected: "Me too, in a bad mood, so I walked to the lake and thought I met a good man, but turned out to be gay. It was shit." She turned back I looked at the men and said, "I think, except for the three of you, all of you were at the lakeside pier."

When they talked about the lakeside pier, they reminded me of the agreement with Marseille. He also saw his mother at the lakeside pier. We have confirmed that Irene is indeed dead in reality, so what Marseille sees is just a phantom. Not long ago, I also tried to figure out what caused that phantom. It now appears that the answer is close at hand.

"Why are you here? The bus knew it was not a good thing at first glance."

"Because there is no place to go to Ranwen.com." Trinity shrugged and said helplessly: "The people in the whole town have disappeared, empty like a ghost. Although the bus and the driver are very weird, but always It ’s better to stay in that moldy place, I believe everyone else thinks the same. "

"All of this is too untrue, so I would rather believe your explanation." Jane said this way: "The problem is, even if your explanation is correct, it can't change the current fact. Mr. Intelligence Bureau, you have Any plans? "

My answer disappointed her because I, like them, knew what was going on, but didn't understand the mechanism of the world, so I couldn't make a targeted arrangement.

Although Engels has made some preparations, if it is a nightmare world left over ten years ago, there may be a way to pull us out. But if our judgment is correct, I am not sure that those who are prepared to interfere in this nightmare world created by the new plan. On the other hand, I also do n’t know whether death here wakes up the same as the previous few times, or really dies, so I dare not try it lightly.

"In other words, you can only go one step at a time?" Trinity's face clearly showed disappointment.

"I think so." I apologized to the ladies in my heart while staring at the shadow in front of the mental hospital. "I have a bad hunch. They are not friendly guys. But we don't have any weapons in our hands. Ranwen Novel Net. "

The current situation is worse than when it first entered the illusion of doomsday.

"Maybe, we should get closer, at least to see if they are humans," Fu Jiang suggested.

"You mean, they are not human?" Jane asked in a panic.

"I didn't say that." Fu Jiang asked rhetorically: "But do you have evidence that they are human? It's not speculation, but tangible evidence."

Jane was speechless, but his son John stepped forward, defending his mother and glared at Fu Jiang and said: "You don't have evidence of Ranwen Fiction Net, are you?" He was not finished before Ranwen Fiction Net. Jane pulled hard, but he didn't ignore the mother's obstruction.

"So, we have to go." Fu Jiang didn't get angry at Ranwen Fiction Net, but just spread his hands and smiled, glanced at the men, and said: "I don't think they will go first."

Fu Jiang ’s proposal was quite satisfactory. Anyway, we did n’t have a better idea of ​​Ranwen Fiction Net and could only do what she said. Although the other three men did not believe my remarks, when we left, they said they wanted to join us, but they were rejected by Fu Jiang, Trinity, and John. Even so, when we approached the psychiatric hospital carefully, the three of them clung together, trailing at a distance, and after a short walk, they all fell into the woods.

I do n’t think it ’s a good idea to drill into the woods like those three men. We were brought here by the weird bus. If the black shadow and the bus driver are a group, even if they do n’t take the initiative to find us, It does not mean that they will ignore us, nor will they be so stupid that there is no such thing as a literary novel in the woods.

If those shadows are indeed smart people ...

Suddenly there was a scream of screams in the woods, followed by a collision, the branches were broken, the body brushed through the bushes, some people stepped on the stagnant water, and made footsteps. These voices interrupted our actions and outlined an image in our minds-the man was dragged away after being attacked by something.

Thomas swallowed hard, and Jane and John held each other nervously. Trinity looked even more irritable. She stared fiercely in the direction of the voice leaving.

After a while, some figures got out from the edge of the forest near the mental hospital and merged with the shadows. They began to have new movements, a silhouette of an obvious human being was pushed out, and the next moment, I don't know what was going on. The man was suspended in mid-air and gradually disappeared like this.

Because of the relationship covered by the dense fog, we can't see clearly what happened to that man, but his struggle and disappearance remind us of the dangers here.

he died

Everyone is thinking ~ www.readwn.com ~ That must be one of the three men, except for Fu Jiang and me, the faces of other people clearly show fear, and their bodies can't stop shaking. Unlike the two of us, they are unarmed civilians, and this is the first time such a weird and terrifying thing has happened. It would be great to turn around immediately without burning a novel.

However, what happened to those three men in the woods was enough to warn others of how unwise it was to run away.

Fu Jiang and I glanced at each other, and I saw peace from the depth of her eyes, and seemed to be saying to me: I will protect you, Achuan.

We plucked up our courage and took another step. If you stop again, there is no way forward—at the urging of this thought, although the heart is terrified, the pace of Thomas and others has accelerated.

As the distance shortens, the dense fog and rain curtains that obscure the field of vision gradually lift up.

When we saw the door of the mental hospital, a weird sight came into our eyes. We couldn't help but stop, looking up at the door that doesn't exist in my memory.