Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The chaotic, outsourcing, rough lines are constantly shaking, and it fills my brain, the outlines of people, the outlines of words, just like the pictures that are turned open. What I saw and heard, those things that can be felt are so different from what I normally see and hear at this moment-"I did n’t expect it would be you, Mr. Gao Chuan, who first found this place" It emerged from the sky and appeared at the mouth of this male figure. I ca n’t even hear my answer, but I feel like I have also become a character in this picture, drawing out shapes with rough and complicated lines, standing in front of the same labyrinth of lines. Ten twisted angles obliquely face the male figure.

Then, such words appeared on the mouth of the human figure "I": "... I didn't expect you to be alive, Jung."

All this picture in my mind. I do n’t quite understand. Did I really know who this male figure is? What kind of power makes me still able to "think before I think" when my mind is full of images formed by this chain of judgment? No, rather, I do n’t feel like I ’m talking because I ca n’t hear my voice. I do n’t think I can “think” anything deeply. The brain seems to have no room left to “think deeply”, but in fact, when I “see” myself saying something like this, I already understand it. It ’s not that I did n’t think deeply, but that the part of “thinking” was not quite the same as normal people. Moreover, in addition to caring about his state at this time, he was also extremely surprised by the "Junge" he blurted out.

Using the self-image observed by chain judgment to feed back the picture in my mind, the human figure completely outlined by lines shows a "surprised" look. Although the facial features are not clear, it is a very vivid way of portrayal.

Opposite "I", the male figure is like peeling off a layer of its own skin-it may actually just be the cloak that covers the exterior-revealing more clear features than before. In the picture presented in the mind of the chain, the facial features are rudimentary and rudimentary. Circles, squares, and triangles form the eyes, nose, and mouth. The outline of each contour twists unceasingly, which looks strange. And grim, very different from the normal person's appearance, but I think, if it is really only to see with eyes, Jung is the look of Jung that I know.

Of course, Jung in this doomsday illusion knew only me in this doomsday illusion, only I was different. I have seen him in this doomsday illusion, and I know that in the past doomsday illusion, me and His friendship, my unilateral impressions and emotions on him, are far less than what he thought he was.

I think I still get rid of this kind of out-of-control as soon as possible. The observation phenomenon caused by the chain judgment is better. In this abnormal scene, I can't communicate with other people normally. I am a person full of limitations. No matter how many times I say "I am no longer a human being", I still can't get rid of people's sensibilities and perspectives. I just feel that the scenery becomes abnormal and I feel unable Adaptation-In the end, what I like is still the perspective of people, the perception of people, to recognize the image of things.

I was silent, confining the chain to determine the effect like a runaway, trying to imagine myself adjusting the brain in some way. When the picture outlined by lines in the mind becomes blurred, it will follow the direction that will make it more blurred, and thus by virtue of instinct, a little bit of normal vision and hearing are restored. It is not easy to do so, but in the current situation, it is not easy to do anything. I feel that I have no complaints to complain about.

Then, once again, I saw the man who walked out of the maze from a normal human perspective: the same appearance as in the past, um, maybe because of a strong sense of exhaustion, there is a feeling of forced cheer up, so I feel a little bit I became older, but this figure, this appearance, the temperament exuded by this image still make me full of nostalgia.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Jung." I know that the Jung in front is just the Jung of this doomsday illusion, but I still have to be affected by the feelings of the comrades in the past.

"... Long time no see? This Mr. Gao Chuan, we don't seem to be so familiar." Jung's tone was as expected, plain but unfamiliar, with a stubborn rustiness. If it is another me, the prostitute Gaochuan he is familiar with, I am afraid that the exchanges between the two sides will be another way, and the things to be done after meeting will also be different. It ’s me, it ’s a pity.

"It's a shame to see you this way." I couldn't help but laugh at this confusing emotion.

"..." He clearly couldn't understand the emotions that I showed at this time, nor could I understand these words. After a moment of silence, I turned to the topic and asked: "Why are you here? Destroy Lasvi After the gas repeater and the 51th repeater, what do you want to do this time? "

"Do you think I am an enemy?" I asked back.

His hostility is obvious, and he has a very strong tendency: "I have no doubt about this. Maybe you will say to assist us, but it is like the operation in Las Vegas and the subsequent performance. At first, your assistance may seem to bring benefits to the collaborators, but in the end it will only become a bigger disaster. "

"It seems that you still harbor the destruction of the Las Vegas repeater and the 51th repeater." I did not deny his accusation against me, although I may not hold the idea of ​​harming others , But my behavior is indeed unreasonable in many places, "Are you hating me? Jung. I remember, you also have a position in the 51st district, although in this world, you have many identities, but the real You are still the enthusiastic warrior. "

"You destroyed two repeaters, but we lost more than just repeaters, you know? You hangman!" Jung's usual dull complexion appeared, his blood turned red. The eyes are rarely staring straight, and his eyes are full of offensiveness-I never thought that people like Jung would also be so angry, his inner emotions were more than he was when he spoke Surging heat. Moreover, for the first time in a long time, I also heard him use "hangman" to abuse others.

Whether he is in the past or now, he always considers the word carefully.

"Executioner ..." I couldn't help but repeat.

"Yes, the executioner." Jung stared at my eyes as if he wanted to see through my heart-but of course he couldn't see through, because now even I myself can't distinguish my heart. What is hidden, it must be full of darkness, despair, crazy and all kinds of abnormal things, and "Jiang"-"How many people do you think your behavior killed?" Waiting for me to answer, he sent out painful Moan: "Hundreds of millions of people, billions of people, not hundreds or thousands, nor monsters, all are people ... Almost all people in the world have died because of your actions!" He almost roared right. I said.

Billions of people ... as I expected, consistent with what I saw in my diary. Did Jung see that scene in the end? No, in the description of the diary, he should actually be accompanied by the destruction of the Las Vegas repeater and the 51st repeater, and became one of the billions of people who collapsed, not just him, There are many comrades in my past, such as files and others. However, since Jung finally appeared in this place again, it means that the description in the diary is not complete-in fact, I have already guessed that my own strange diary is only a rough sketch. The artistic and artistic direction describes some of the things that have happened, because when I first decided to write a diary, it was not a rigid record, but in the form of an "adventure novel". Since it is not a historical record, it is not a biography, But in fantasy adventure novels, there are inevitably various elements of modification and transformation.

The content in the diary is vivid, but it is definitely not a "complete fact."

"Why don't you speak? Does silence always work?" Jung pressed forward step by step.

Although he is very ambitious, he is indeed on the side of righteousness-even if I think he is the side of righteousness-but the one who is the culprit of "killing billions of people" in his mouth is not Emotions like evasion or guilt are silent. Silence is just because I ca n’t explain it, and the other person ca n’t understand it. My mind ca n’t take normal thinking as everything. Probably Jung felt that there were other better ways to go. I even thought I was mentally ill because I was in a state of insanity to do such a cruel thing. Or, I thought I was just looking for an excuse to blame my actions .

"... what do you want me to say? Jung. Apologize for the dead? Admit that you have committed an unforgivable crime?" I asked.

Jung's angry expression suddenly stopped, and he looked at me incredulously, as if I thought I shouldn't have said that. His surprised expression stopped his approaching action. After a while, the surprised expression gradually converged. He seemed to finally throw away some heavy things, and he recovered his indifference and indifference. Emoji.

"I understand, I understand." He whispered like he was talking to himself, and I didn't understand what he really understood, only heard him say like self-deprecating: "With someone like you No matter what, it does n’t make sense. ”His eyes lifted up, and he was very strange:“ Our logic of thinking is already completely two different tracks, and our principles of being human are already two parallel to the limit. . I ’m simply stupid. It ’s no different than talking to people like you, and to the followers of doomsday truth, how can I expect you to say what we want? "

He said that I am no different from the fanaticism of the Doomsday Truth ... From a certain point of view, I also feel that this statement is not too wrong. I must confess this. Although I still regard Doomsday Truth as an enemy, but this does not resent them, but also understands my own significance of their existence and behavior in a deeper degree, it is the embodiment of approaching them . Although there is an old saying "the enemy who can best understand the opponent is the enemy", but often such an enemy is like the shadow of the other party.

I may be the shadow of the Doomsday Truth, or perhaps the shadows of "Tao Chuan" in the shadows contained in the Doomsday Truth.

"I can't refute it." I said, "But, doomsday truth is still my enemy, you can rest assured about this."

"No, I won't be relieved of you, you counterfeit! You are not Gao Chuan, what the **** are you?" Jung, who was always calm, made a deep alert look.

Sure enough, I cannot admit that I am Gao Chuan? Indeed, in their eyes, the real Gaochuan should look like another me. A sturdy body, a strong will, and a hero-like behavior. It is either a charity in the snow or a reverse of the trend. The appearance is mature and thoughtful, as long as he still There is still the power to fight back ... but I am not like that. I am just a high school student with a monster.

Even so, they are still wrong, so I am also "Gao Chuan". Those who cannot admit this, even if they are hostile to me, will ultimately be unable to do anything in the true sense. They originally thought that I was part of that prosthetic body Takagawa, and they should continue to think in this direction, but when they simply regarded me as a "monster", they cut off the connection between me and another me. At that time, they lost the possibility of knowing me correctly-in this doomsday illusion full of mystery and ideology ~ www.readwn.com ~ This is a fatal mistake.

"... It's a pity." I couldn't help but feel sorry for Jung's judgment error. In my sense, he should be a calmer and smarter human. However, he still made mistakes because of the impact of the collapse of the billions of people caused by the destruction of the previous repeater? Whether you have witnessed such a terrible scene or should have been one of them, it is unimaginable to hit a normal person's spirit.

Jung seemed to feel my unabashed emotions at the same time. He seemed to feel humiliated, but he was patient because of his nature.

"What the **** do you mean ..." he said.

"Are you performing a ceremony with the torchlight person? Would you please add me?" I asked calmly with a smile.

"You ... you!" He fixed my eyes closely, as if he saw something terrible, the emotion that could have been suppressed, burst out at once, overflowing on his face.

I don't know what he saw, but obviously, he was in fear.