Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I felt like I was losing gravity, and suddenly floated in mid-air. Although the soles of my feet still touched the ground, they only touched lightly. With a little reaction, I could lift myself into mid-air. The vertex novel is updated the fastest and the same strong sense of falling from this strong sense of weightlessness is just like ordinary people staying in a rapidly descending elevator, the internal organs are pulled. In the range that I can feel through various channels, everything seems to be crumpled into an invisible and huge blender, quickly losing its original shape and becoming another confusing thing. I have the illusion that I am not standing inside the Las Vegas repeater, but stepping on a huge drill.

This is indescribable, the extremely huge drill bit, spinning at an amazing momentum, falling down. This should be an illusion of sensation. It should have been an illusion that only appeared in my mind, but I realized that I had Seeing with the naked eye, all kinds of weird phenomena caused by this rapid rotation and falling, and these phenomena make me feel more terrible what the huge drill called "Las Vegas Repeater" under my feet is Falling momentum.

As if it was rubbing against the air, the surface of the "drill" became red and hot. Although it did not burn my body, it made me feel the intense temperature. I also saw Mars blasting, blasting from the inside of the "drill bit", also like sputtering from the surface friction. I started to hear the harsh sound. This sound did not enter the ear from the outside, but instead seemed to burst from the depths of my brain and passed to the outside, making everything around me scream.

Vibration, trembling, burning, red heat, Mars, screaming, twisting, spinning, impact ... All kinds can be described in words, but people feel that their meaning is deeper than the meaning of these common sense words. When I subconsciously explore the deep meanings as a thinking life, these meanings quickly expand and instantly fill my thinking, making it impossible for me to think about other things.

I do n’t think I ’ve made a “screaming” behavior, but I hear myself “screaming”. Compared with my "scream", any other audible sound that appears in my mind is more like "screaming". I could n’t help but hug my body. Something familiar, hidden deep in my body, seemed to be awakened by this “screaming” and “screaming”, quietly opened when I did n’t notice. eye.

When I realized that "it" was awakened from the inside of the body and the soul again, I also felt that "it" is no longer inside me, just like opening an inability from the space of my body and the outside world Observed ravine, it drilled out of it, out of my body, suspended behind my back.

It ’s a huge, indescribable image that can only be perceived but ca n’t be seen and confirmed by the eyes, then there is not even a specific outline, but it is only in my mind that I use imagination to change Must be visualized "eyes".

When I realized that the "eye" was right behind me, it gave me the feeling that it was already bigger than my body, even fermenting, and swelled even bigger than the "drill" under my feet. I know that the "drill" turned into a Las Vegas repeater will hit the 51th repeater, just like the color center and Super Dorothy's "script", but clearly before the impact, The distance between the two repeaters felt so far away, but after the impact started, the whole process was so slow compared to these changes I felt.

The feeling of space and time is distorted. The "drill" is approaching the 51th repeater a little bit. The screams I hear like auditory hallucinations seem to be in the 51th repeater. People, but not just them, more like human beings in the whole world are screaming. The "eye" -like image drilled from deep inside my body swelled to the point of "feeling bigger than the drill bit" while giving me the feeling that "something is still changing".

This feeling is very clear, as if I was witnessing it with my own eyes, but my reason is very clear. I have not turned my head at all, and it is impossible to really see this terrible thing.

This huge "eye" becomes three-dimensional from a flat surface, like a thinned balloon being filled with gas, and then at different angles of the three-dimensional, more large and small eyes emerge. If I have to be more detailed The description is probably a huge, three-dimensional eyeball with more eyes growing along the surface of the eyeball.

What a weird imagination, what a distorted outline, I can't find a suitable vocabulary from the language I know to express the impact of this eye.

But I just know that it is "Jiang".

Why did "Jiang" appear at this moment? Why does it appear here? I ca n’t answer all these questions. I can think of them, but it ’s more like these questions are not what I think, but weeds growing deep in my heart. My thinking ability has been filled with that unstoppable crazy voice and emotion.

I think:

Humans all over the world are in my soul, screaming for fear.

At the next moment, all the places I could observe lost color, only black and white filled the rough outline of things, and the outline was also twisted, exaggerated, and sloppy like a graffiti, just like showing only an artistic image . Everything stopped at this moment, only the "drill" underneath his feet madly rotated what it hit and was blocked, but it was only blocked for a while. In that crazy rotation, all solid things will fall apart.

I certainly know what 51-zone repeaters were hit by the "drill".

I naturally also know that the crazy and twisted changes in front of me are caused by the collision of two mysterious repeaters in the most direct and rough way. I have foreseen that the impact of the spread of the collective subconsciousness of human beings can't really imagine the way in which the storms generated in the depths of everyone's consciousness will impact the human world.

The impact has begun, but it is only the beginning.

In the next moment, my mind was blank. I did n’t know what I thought of. When I became aware again, I did n’t know how long it had passed. I seemed to spend a long time to find Recalling the memories before losing consciousness, but in those memories, only the crazily and distorted impression failed to reveal a more specific process.

"Finished, are you finished?" I have realized how crazy it is that the repeaters hit each other. However, only at this time did I realize that this was a crazy thing. I simply felt that my previous decisions and actions without thinking were simply incredible. However, the impact finally occurred, just like the "script".

My gradually regained consciousness completed the reconstruction of thinking in the blink of an eye because I was able to think and to answer my own questions, so I was able to confirm that I still existed, or that I survived the impact .

However, I immediately realized that although the impact had occurred, it did not end. The drill under my foot is still spinning fast, making a creaking sound, and I don't know whether the drill itself is cracking, or whether the 51-zone repeater hit by the drill is cracking. Through the huge drill bit, I can't see the repeater in the 51st area. At my time, my vision is all twisted, and I can't distinguish the shape of things, just like me. The Las Vegas repeater, which becomes a drill, is the only thing with a specific shape.

I ca n’t express any emotion for such a situation. The language I know, the most superb description, ca n’t describe the true essence of what I see and feel. When I start to try to describe, the things described are just There has been a plausible membrane with its original appearance. But I still can't help but to describe, record, and analyze what I see and feel in the language I can use.

I know that I cannot draw any concrete conclusions, but I cannot stop myself from thinking.

It is these thinking without any results that reminds me of "Jiang". However, the image as if it were "eyes" had disappeared when I didn't notice it, as if it was really just an illusion, and never appeared.

It's the next moment, from my recovery of thinking ability, and the next moment after the memory of the previous moment.

I feel that the drill bit underneath my feet sinks suddenly and quickly, as if it has broken a hard obstacle, and there is no unstoppable feeling under the obstacle. There is also a structural dissociation change. I can't confirm the specific status of the fifty-one area repeater. I can only guess the state of the fifty-one area repeater by sensing the state of the Las Vegas repeater. Therefore, I am very sensitive to the status of the Las Vegas repeater, and I do n’t think I feel wrong at this moment.

The Las Vegas repeater was indeed collapsing. I saw a crack spread from far away to my feet, just like the earthquake center, the ground was torn into valleys by invisible force. I tried to jump up, no, it should be said that I had been lifted into the air by the impact, and the test image rose higher. However, the invisible power from under my feet wrapped my feet like a rope. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't stop this force from pulling me into the crack.

I tried to keep my eyes wide open, and I did n’t know what would happen to me. The impact between the repeaters was unprecedented, not to mention that the impact was so severe that both repeaters started to collapse. The consciousness gaps before made me feel like I was able to regain my thinking. I was lucky enough to stay in a Las Vegas repeater.

The impact is so strong that the phenomena from beginning to end make people feel utterly malicious, that is a change that is not friendly to any life that can think, and is happening in a way that does not even know the accuracy . I feel like I'm about to die, even compared to the final weapon, compared with the feeling of the last death, this feeling of "died at any time" is no different.

Maybe once again, you will not be so lucky? I couldn't help having such an idea. But even so, I still opened my eyes and didn't want to let go of any trace of what I should be able to see and feel the change.

Then, I returned to the room.

When I recovered from the shocking phenomenon and the powerless struggle, it was like a person who was desperately struggling while drowning was finally rescued ashore and confirmed his survival, then suddenly realized that I was staying in a new In a slightly safe environment.

By combining the last moment's cognition with this moment's cognition roughly, only one conclusion can be drawn: I fell into the crack created when the "drill" collapsed and fell into this room.

This conclusion seems to indicate that I entered from "outside" into "inside", but my feelings identify this as a wrong perception. Even when I stood on the surface of the Las Vegas repeater turned into a "drill", I always stayed inside the Las Vegas repeater. The so-called "external" and "internal" concepts are not correct in their own perceptions and understandings, and so is the coarsely spliced ​​cognition.

A voice recounted in my heart: I actually stayed in this room all the time, and went nowhere.

Through the window, seeing the opposite room, the doctor Ruan Li who disappeared once again looked at me outside the window.

"Doctor ..." I have a strong hunch, I failed to understand this hunch, because ~ www.readwn.com ~ When I had a hunch, things had already happened.

Dr. Ruan Li gave me a shallow smile, and the distance between us began to stretch. We didn't move. We sat in separate chairs and looked at each other. My room and her room seemed to fly in opposite directions. I want to stand up, I want to talk to her, I have a belly idea, expect her to give the answer, but, I failed to do anything at this moment, like I lost my body, unable to do anything The soul of behavior is even just the cognition of self-existence.

As the room moved away, I "watched" that the entire Las Vegas repeater had a third of its volume separated from the whole, and the part that broke away from the whole began to collapse, just like falling from a huge Rubik's cube Blocks, and these blocks are still fragmented into smaller blocks, and they continue to disintegrate and fragment until they become silver dust flickering and disappear from the twisted dark space like the universe.

The room I am in is a block, and the room where Dr. Ruan Li is in another block. Her block is still in a Las Vegas repeater. She is like a voluntary prisoner, blocking herself inside, and My cube is rolling like a catapult, drifting toward the deepest darkness in the universe. When I saw the overall outline of the Las Vegas repeater, I also saw the outline of the 51th repeater. This struck repeater is also being replaced by the Las Vegas repeater. Crash at a fast rate. (To be continued ...)