Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Fu Jiang rarely talked to me about philosophical topics. Her attitude was always straightforward, and she was not interested in other people's ideas, but that didn't mean she never tried to figure out others. In terms of her fighting style, reading other people's thinking is indispensable. Even so, in the past, she rarely talked to me about these topics. She just watched, watching my thoughts and troubles deeply. Even though she seemed to talk more deeply about these topics at this time, it did not make me feel that there was a "care" component, nor did it make me feel that it was due to "worry". I do n’t understand why she would say these things to me. If she is the usual one, she will stop when she talks about the level of “those who do n’t like the light of the torch”, but now she goes deeper and talks Why don't you like them ... and then go deeper to explore the essence of thinking and behavior.

It must be said that her depth makes me feel a little strange, although I do n’t shy away from talking about it, even when talking about it, it will only expose my stupidity and contradiction-compared with those of real philosophers and thinkers My depth of knowledge and thinking is not even "half a bucket of water". Others will only laugh at these things that I think about. All the things I fear are useless delusions.

Fu Jiang, why on earth at this time, with such a straightforward attitude, have all of these huddled thoughts hovered in my mind unearthed?

However, I did not ask this question. There is a force rooted in my sensibility that prevents me from asking questions like this-if there is enough rational proportion in my thinking, I can probably ask it out, because from a rational point of view, it is very obscure but also very The important question, however, although there is a rational part in the thinking level, but it fully follows the perceptual behavior when carrying out the action, then this pressure sprouting from the sensibility cannot be resisted.

What I wanted to say rationally, hovered in my throat until I was deeply pressed back by this pressure.

"People who give up thinking but still stick to their actions may be stupid and blind, but they are also exercising, aren't they?" I finally said something like this: "A Jiang, why do you hate them? ? "

"The movements performed by thinking and the movements not performed by thinking are similar but not identical. The movements and performance of the two are different." Fu Jiang replied in this way: "I think their movements have no beauty."

Ah, I suddenly realized that Fu Jiang really did not perfunctory. She really did not like it because she felt that the sport did not have "aesthetic feeling". It's really very selfish, full of human performance.

"So, you don't think I should go to them?" I asked her that.

Fu Jiang suddenly showed an ambiguous and calm smile, and said to me: "It's up to you, Achuan. I'm just by your side, nothing more."

"So, I still want to see them." I said to her: "I need enough references to compare myself and my plan, so that I can understand myself and the plan within a cognizable range. Out of what state. My behavior, my ego, and my strength all require reference to confirm existence. "

"Am I not a reference?" Fu Jiang said with a smile.

"Of course, A Jiang, you are. But, I yearn for more." I replied this way, "If you take A Jiang as a reference, I think I will become weird, because A Jiang you are too unusual. "

"Well ..." Fu Jiang scratched his head and said, "Although I always hope that Achuan has only you in my eyes, but since you think so, I will not stop it. After all, I am quite open-minded compared to other people. . "

"... that's true." How else can I answer? I think I understand who the "others" in her mouth are, but in the end I haven't confirmed it.

I can't confirm that those issues involving the relationship between Fujiang and "Jiang" and more humanoid "Jiang" are all suppressed by some kind of force in my heart. I sometimes feel that this power comes from me, but sometimes I cannot feel that way.

"I still have to check it out." I affirmed my decision again. I seldom do things that Fu Jiang does n’t like. I think the idea of ​​taking care of her is a responsibility that I must stick to. However, from a sensual point of view, it extends to include love, affection and other emotions that are enough to be called "love". In love, her love is not unique, nor is her unique responsibility. I ca n’t forget that Sakuya, Bajing, Marceau, Dorothy, and tie colors in the illusion of doomsday, and I ca n’t forget their state as seen in the hospital ’s reality. I love Fujiang and never give up others reason. It ’s okay if it ’s irrelevant. However, according to my inference, the illusion of illusion and the reality of the hospital that I can observe have reached an extremely severe situation, so that I ca n’t even tend to Fujiang too much from the emotional Preferences.

... I will succeed, no, I must succeed. Otherwise, the person I love cannot escape from this infinite cycle of pain. Even if I am not sure of my correctness, but in the case that no one can be sure that my choice is completely and absolutely correct, I must stick to my plan anyway. Furthermore, if my plan can succeed, it proves that other people ’s plans will not succeed. If others' plans are successful, then my failure is not unacceptable.

I have repeatedly confirmed my heart. If I am relaxed, my will and actions will definitely be crushed by despair, madness, and exhaustion-I know, I know, the sooner I get to the end, the more I have to confirm again and again. Slack.

"Huh--" I exhaled deeply, imagining the pressures caused by repeated thinking, cascading, entanglement, knotting, and contradictory thinking, all released from the body, "I decided, A Jiang. I love you, but I also have something to do. "

"..." Fu Jiang's face suddenly stuck in front of my eyes, she suddenly put her head over and scared me, because the distance was too close, I couldn't confirm what kind of expression she is now, only heard her as if In the jokes, something else said: "A Chuan's heart is more than me, which makes me a little uncomfortable."

"... sorry." I have no better words than to say that. In fact, I am still a bit worried because, in my plan, the most important bargaining chip is the love for Jiang and the mad and lost thoughts in my mind, and the perseverance and roots in the deteriorating situation. Everything about me, I injected everything into "Virus" into "Virus" and became a primer-if everything contained in today's ego is destroyed before "Jiang" is activated, all the rest will After all, if these spiritual things contained in today's self are not pure enough, they will certainly be easily diluted by "viruses".

You must confirm your love for Jiang and let Jiang understand and believe my love for her. This is the key to the real final battle in my plan.

For this reason, I have to constantly "filter" and "concentrate" myself in peacetime.

As it is now, even if Fu Jiang doesn't like it, will he insist on doing things that are beneficial to the state he is pursuing? I am not sure. However, it is rational thinking and action to determine behavior from the point of "whether it is beneficial", and I can no longer carry out this kind of rational thinking and action. If I start entirely from the sensibility, I cannot ignore other People cannot even simply compare the weight of "Jiang" with others.

Contradictions always exist. How many times have I encountered contradictions now?

"Since Achuan insists, let's do this." Fu Jiang said in an indispensable tone. He didn't seem to be angry, but it was also elusive because there were not too many emotional changes. "I know they are where."

"Where did you hear it?" I couldn't help asking, because, in the information I have, no one can confirm what the state of the torch light is like today-as if they were constantly increasing. Surrounded by "deviations", all detection of their intelligence will only yield increasingly strange clues, and careful analysis will only yield some plausible results.

Obviously, before actually contacting them, all the detection of the torch light through the channel of mysterious power has undergone a huge cognitive shift.

"I naturally have my intelligence channel." Fu Jiang replied.

"Is the Doomsday Religious Intelligence System?" I continued to ask.

"The Doomsday Truth Church also failed to fully grasp the current situation of the torchlight." Fu Jiang's answer carried a lot of information.

"From this perspective, the people of the torchlight are also quite powerful." I tried to ease Fu Jiang's view of those people.

"Foolish blindness can also produce tremendous power." Fu Jiang shrugged with an uninteresting expression, "even in some cases, the power generated can be beyond imagination. If everyone's heart can be compared to a string , And this string must also be involved in the operation of everything, then the strings in the hearts of stupid blind people are tougher and thicker than most people ’s inner strings, and have a stronger influence. Think about it, Achuan, in the world All things called "miracles", whether good or bad, the creators of their actions are basically stupid and blind people? Those sober guys can't do it. "

Fu Jiang raised his index finger, a cautious expression appeared on his face, and continued to say: "A thorough" foolishness and blindness "is itself a rhythm that is different from others. As the saying goes," If you don't think, you will not suffer from thinking. " The world in the eyes of stupid blind people is different from yours, Achuan. You must remember that the world you see is different, and do n’t speculate on them with your thoughts, because no matter how close they are, they will happen eventually. Deviation. Do n’t think you can fool them, because the concept of 'fooling' you know has no meaning to them. They have always existed and continue to operate at their own unique rhythm, as described in poetry. The mountains and rocks do n’t move, and the scene remains the same. The “mountain stones” here are not simply physics and physical stones. ”

I understand the meaning of Fu Jiang and understand her words exactly as literally, and it will definitely make people feel like a fog in the clouds, but just like the "things" in poetry are not simple real objects, but more like metaphors, Many meanings in her words must be understood by understanding the metaphors. However, even though she is very cautious, I can't really deeply understand how careful it is. Before witnessing it, my own understanding was imprisoned by an invisible upper limit, and I couldn't break through this limit by imagination alone.

"I will pay attention." I can only answer as carefully as possible.

"... It's not enough to pay attention to it. Many things happen quickly and suddenly, completely beyond the imagination and immediate response. Human imagination and reaction ability are always limited. People are so fragile. And it ’s full of limitations. ”Fu Jiang said here, paused, and returned to a careless expression,“ Forget it, I ’m here anyway, and it wo n’t be a problem. Achuan, you do n’t need to worry too much. ”

"That's what I said." When I said this, there was no hesitation in my heart. Many times, I still trusted her more than myself. Because I saw my limits, but not her limits.

"Then let's go." Fu Jiang seemed to point in a direction at random, and said, "This direction."

However, I don't really think that this is really a "random direction". Fu Jiang is so different, even if it is "random", it will inevitably have a chain reaction in this doomsday illusion, and then produce the effect of "speaking the law" in mysticology. I think she never delved into this kind of thing ~ www.readwn.com ~ because, this is like an instinct to raise your hand. She said before that what she knew was because she had her own intelligence channel, and I believed that.

In my induction, the invisible high-speed channel began to spread again. Fu Jiang put his hand on my shoulder, and I seemed to have an instinctive feeling, naturally I knew where this invisible high-speed passage should extend, even if the distance was beyond the field of vision. I deeply feel that the will of 'Jiang', which has always existed in my body, is being displayed in this way.

Then, I grabbed Fu Jiang's hand and jumped into this invisible high-speed passage.

The quick sweep begins.

The world is like stagnation. I just ran at my own rhythm. The scenery I saw seemed to be frozen, and the scenery that I saw sitting on a high-speed train moving backwards was not the same. These landscapes are relatively lacking in color and texture, and even steel is fragile. The thin, almost white, gray, and black lines outline the outline of things, and these outlines are so scribbled, like graffiti. Even so, it is not messy enough to confirm what these contours are. I just saw more elementary life, dead soldiers, Nazi soldiers ... almost all of them were enemies in this scribbled landscape. The other side fighting them is always in the minority.